Post by Daz on Jun 23, 2011 23:49:06 GMT
I head out into the streets of Tortuga once more, passing by many-a-drunken call from a disgusting sailor and insults from the ladies of the night.
I don't really know which way I'm headed, I never do, but I end up nearby the docks. A few feet away I stop and stare a little, pondering quite desperately now. It isn't often that I admit to myself that I am in a state of desperation, the last ten years have been long and the events of this evening have made them feel so much closer in spirit, and yet so far away in time. My soppy thoughts are allowed a minute or so to circulate my mind whilst I'm out of sight from anyone that would prey on them. Once I've decided its enough of sour histories I find myself even more determined, I need to get myself on that ship, I need to get myself on that course and to that point in the map. If only I had a map in hand, one that wasn't only in the detail of my memory.
Maybe that would sway him, it did last time, I realise.
My eyes glisten a little as I peer around me, in the vague silence of the outer town and they find themselves glaring upon a small ship ahead of me, rocking in the dark waves.
I head aboard the ship, as if I owned it, not minding a cabin boy who goes to alarm someone as I cut him easily with my blade, the wound silences him to everyone but davy jones immediately. He wasn't too young to make me feel guilty, so without a moments pause I head into the empty captains cabin, luckily for me there is a huge great map lying across the table - not a treasure route, a map of the world. I rip off the part that I need with no care for being neat about it and grab a quill, scrawling over it in the moonlit, rum soaken room, I can barely see what I'm doing - which works in my favor as my handwriting is very much illegiable to anyone to notice its mine.
I wave the paper around the room a little, like a mad woman (which I am very good at impersonating from time to time, it must be said) and head back out onto the decks, where I find myself surrounded by a rather frightened looking crew.
"I told you it were a witch!"
"'Tis a Siren, ye bloody idiot!"
"W-what do we do!?"
"Ye shut yer traps and run for it, bloody hell yer all a bit slow.." I tell them, raising my pistol. My advice goes unheard though, as one of them lunges at me with a cutlass and anothr begins shooting in all manner of directions, ".. dear Lord." I mutter and shoot all of them, with one bullet to end each of them in a matter of moments.
I stroll off the ship and disappear back along the docks, ducking under a crate of supplies as a crew of another ship carries it across my path. When I'm amongst a busier place I sit down beside the dirty waters, I take a handfull and pour it onto the paper, the water stain helping it's rugged, well-used appearance. A few marks of rumsoaken rings and this should be eliable enough whilst looking proper, I decide.
I don't really know which way I'm headed, I never do, but I end up nearby the docks. A few feet away I stop and stare a little, pondering quite desperately now. It isn't often that I admit to myself that I am in a state of desperation, the last ten years have been long and the events of this evening have made them feel so much closer in spirit, and yet so far away in time. My soppy thoughts are allowed a minute or so to circulate my mind whilst I'm out of sight from anyone that would prey on them. Once I've decided its enough of sour histories I find myself even more determined, I need to get myself on that ship, I need to get myself on that course and to that point in the map. If only I had a map in hand, one that wasn't only in the detail of my memory.
Maybe that would sway him, it did last time, I realise.
My eyes glisten a little as I peer around me, in the vague silence of the outer town and they find themselves glaring upon a small ship ahead of me, rocking in the dark waves.
I head aboard the ship, as if I owned it, not minding a cabin boy who goes to alarm someone as I cut him easily with my blade, the wound silences him to everyone but davy jones immediately. He wasn't too young to make me feel guilty, so without a moments pause I head into the empty captains cabin, luckily for me there is a huge great map lying across the table - not a treasure route, a map of the world. I rip off the part that I need with no care for being neat about it and grab a quill, scrawling over it in the moonlit, rum soaken room, I can barely see what I'm doing - which works in my favor as my handwriting is very much illegiable to anyone to notice its mine.
I wave the paper around the room a little, like a mad woman (which I am very good at impersonating from time to time, it must be said) and head back out onto the decks, where I find myself surrounded by a rather frightened looking crew.
"I told you it were a witch!"
"'Tis a Siren, ye bloody idiot!"
"W-what do we do!?"
"Ye shut yer traps and run for it, bloody hell yer all a bit slow.." I tell them, raising my pistol. My advice goes unheard though, as one of them lunges at me with a cutlass and anothr begins shooting in all manner of directions, ".. dear Lord." I mutter and shoot all of them, with one bullet to end each of them in a matter of moments.
I stroll off the ship and disappear back along the docks, ducking under a crate of supplies as a crew of another ship carries it across my path. When I'm amongst a busier place I sit down beside the dirty waters, I take a handfull and pour it onto the paper, the water stain helping it's rugged, well-used appearance. A few marks of rumsoaken rings and this should be eliable enough whilst looking proper, I decide.
