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Post by Jacky on Jan 12, 2007 18:48:52 GMT
I raise an eyebrow. "..."
And I smirk, "Alright, an interest way of putting it, love, but..." I gesture towards the shores ahead. "Hafta get to work." I wink at her.
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Post by Nikki on Jan 13, 2007 1:05:10 GMT
A sigh. "It's not like that." As I talk I reach into said pocket and retreive the map. "This is what I'm talking about." I'm starting to wonder about it. . .because I'm a firm believer that everything happens for a reason.
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Post by Jacky on Jan 13, 2007 13:09:17 GMT
I take the li'll piece of paper and fold it open.. frowning slightly as I recognize the vague lines of a map. An edge is torn though, and I can't really tell what area the map describes..
Then my gaze falls on a seal on the bottom corner of the map. A seal I've seen before. A seal that belongs to a number of quite notorious pirates from the past.
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Post by Nikki on Jan 13, 2007 13:55:46 GMT
The look in Jack's eyes tips me off as to what he knows. "Isn't that the mark of the Brethren?"
I hadn't expected to know it, let alone hear it come out of my mouth. . .but I expect I've read about it somewhere. . .
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Post by Daz on Jan 13, 2007 14:13:20 GMT
As Im pulling on some kind of rope to ajust the sails my eyes glance over at them again. Its making me feel quite sick inside. I lose track of my thoughts and my hands slip.
Bugger.. I cringe, and blurt out even more curses as the sails goes out of controll.
The crew start trying to fix it and I back away, hoping noone noticed it was my fault.
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Post by Jacky on Jan 13, 2007 14:17:35 GMT
As the sail suddenly snaps in the wind my gaze darts over to it. I shove the piece of paper into the pocket of coat and I take Rae by her arm, pulling her along as I cross the decks. "Get tha' back in place!" I tell the men, "An' whatever moron managed t' do this, use yer deadlights from now on!"
I pull Rae over to the helm where there are fewer people, and I turn to face her. "Where did you find this?" I ask her, obviously referring to the paper again.
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Post by Daz on Jan 13, 2007 14:20:08 GMT
I keep on backing-off untill im in the galley. Where I sit down to breath.
It shouldnt be, but this whole damn situation is hurting so much.
I need to drink something. Something strong.
Now.
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Post by Nikki on Jan 13, 2007 14:22:53 GMT
I lower my voice to match his, not realizing it's this important. "Shakespeare." It almost sounds like some code language. "It fell out of the book."
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Post by Jacky on Jan 13, 2007 14:32:19 GMT
I consider that for a moment, furrowing my eyebrows thoughtfully. Should this be what I think it can be..
I snap out of it and glance back to Rae. "And there was nothin' else in there, righ'?" i ask to make sure.
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Post by Nikki on Jan 13, 2007 14:38:35 GMT
"I didn't check." My eyes widen. If this is as important as it seems, then I think that would be a good idea. And I think on the subject of good ideas it wouldn't be alright to mention that I almost stepped on it.
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