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Post by Daz on Jan 8, 2007 20:40:11 GMT
The fight goes on and it is as if no second passes us by.
Time stops and theres nothing but silence against the clang of blades. I dont have to glance at them even once. Fighting with him comes naturally.
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Post by Jacky on Jan 8, 2007 20:47:06 GMT
As the fight continues seconds pass us by. And they turn into minutes. Who then turn in a quarter of an hour - and within time both of us are starting to get tired.
I feel good though. Much, and much better then I felt before. Just being able to let out my frustration of Cassandra's blade, and to mindlessly fight her instead of thinking about Rae and.. the problem.
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Post by Daz on Jan 8, 2007 20:58:35 GMT
It slowly ends and everything starts to sink in again.. And I start to realise how much my arm is aching from holding the blade for so long.. in such an intense fight. I lower it and blink a slowly at him, letting a few small beads of sweat fall down my forehead.
My mouth is dry and im longing for another sip of that rum. To my dismay the bottle now lays empty on my bed.
I peer down to the ring thats on my necklace still. Its nearly visible on the egde of my shirt so I put up a hand to move it gently back, hopefully unnoticed.
"... So that port..." I ask "...That port with the rum? How far is it?"
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Post by Jacky on Jan 8, 2007 21:05:29 GMT
"Hopefully not too far." I whipe some sweat from my forehead, and I grin at her. "Good fight, luv."
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Post by Daz on Jan 8, 2007 21:08:00 GMT
"Mmm.. but not the best we've had." I smirk, sliding my sword back to my belt.
"You can do better. But you can proove it another time." I stroke the hair from my face "When im feeling.. up for it."
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Post by Jacky on Jan 8, 2007 21:13:09 GMT
"Just let me know." I smirk and sheat my sword again, "You know that's the one thing you can always wake me up for. ....well, among other things." I raise an e yebrow.
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Post by Daz on Jan 8, 2007 21:15:55 GMT
I take a few steps towards him "Mmm.. you keep on dreaming, Sparrow."
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Post by Jacky on Jan 8, 2007 21:18:03 GMT
"Don't worry luv, I will." I grin at her, "And that's captain Sparrow for you, dear."
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Post by Daz on Jan 8, 2007 21:22:48 GMT
"Only when I feel like it." I correct him before turning to leave
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Post by Nikki on Jan 8, 2007 22:04:42 GMT
I keep pouring over the plays, flipping through the pages and trying not to cry in the meanwhile. At least they would be tears of anger, and not sadness.
I don't think I can afford sadness right now.
There's no particular reason I decided to pull out this book I'd forgotten about for months. Maybe trying to revive something I'm sure won't last much longer. Unless Jack decides to pull one of his very rare good-naturedly moods.
Dubiously, I close the book, having lost any effort to care.
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