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| Brendan | 6 Apr 2007, 10:27 PM Post #1 |
A Legend. In regimentals. Pwn.
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Originally posted by Anamaria. Port Royal wasn't a patch on Tortuga. It went without saying. Yet certain situations called for certain reactions, however dangerous or indeed idotic it may seem. Anamaria was in the market for a few things, a new blade primarily, since hers had seen better days in recent months, and also a ship. She was perfectly happy of course sailing as a member of the crew in certain circles, but ever since she'd first glanced at the interceptor, she was being drawn to the artistry of Navy ships. Bloody English, why couldn't they make appauling sea vessels? Apparent dislike for the navy still withstanding, the female pirate had been somewhat reluctant to actually venture into town. From everything she'd heard via the Tortuga grapevine, they were a little gun happy. Now fun though it was to get shot, or hung, she had other things on her mind. Like finding her way around the place. Adjusting her hat so that it covered her face, Ana took a few steps down the stone strewn street, a small tinge of ammusement occurring as her eyes locked onto the corset wearing individuals that passed. The things some people did.... Shaking her head, arms hung loosely at her shirt clad sides while she walked, prismatic orbs taking in every detail. It was like being a child in a sweet shop, yet with only enough money to buy what she needed as opposed to what she wanted. Yes, today Ana was almost willing to pay for something if it meant she could make a nice clean entrance and exit. There was a time and place for commandeering property, and that place was generally when you were so far out to sea, nobody would notice if you drowned any possible threats. Lips twitching into a smile, the pirate paused outside a window detailing the apparent 'fashions' for women. It was actually shameful to think that people would go outside in such downright uncomfortable and hideous outfits. You could feed a whole crew twice over for that kind of money too! Arms folding over her chest, Anamaria exhaled before turning her head to one side. Eyes widening in shock as she found what she was looking for, a small pivot on her left foot was all she needed to make her way in said direction. The source of her expedition now lay before her. A blacksmith shop. At least this meant she wouldn't be wandering around aimlessly under certain individuals jurisdiction. It was a stop and grab outing now. Pushing open the wooden door that was situated before her, in walked the former rum runner. "Anyone 'ome?" She didn't exactly wait for an answer either, she simply sidled over to the vast array of swords and started doing a little product testing. This was too good for words. She's not been spotted by the Navy, and apparently nobody was manning this shop. Talk about lucky days.... |
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| Brendan | 6 Apr 2007, 10:27 PM Post #2 |
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Originally posted by Will. Certain activities had become rather mundane in the life of William Turner. While he knew how to craft a strong and sometimes decorative sword (and remained somewhat unknown for it) there were other tasks that he had to attend to, such as the smaller bits and peices. Today's task was making nails for the recent influx of repairs and building taking place in the hamlet of Port Royal. A recent storm had done more damage than good for the rain starved crops and their surroundings. The job was quite boring at best. The iron was heated in the fire and then hammered on until a small peice broke free. It was set aside until later and the whole process repeated. There was no call for nails to be decorative or perfect, just enough to do their job. Through the process, his patience was failing horribly. There had been a break in the life he'd know in Port Royal, an adventure. Though he was loathe to admit, it was something that he needed and wondered if a small part of him didn't yern for more. Raising his arm, he used the sleeve of his shirt to wipe the sweat from his brow as the strip of iron warmed again, the already made nails cooling on the far corner of the anvil. He walked across the smithy to the water bucket to find it empty. Parched with the heat from the forge, he decided a quick trip to the well was in order. Not a soul had come in all day and he didn't expect anyone to either. Business had been rather slow these days, through no fault of quiet times or perhaps repuation of association with pirates. He left through the back, taking the narrow alleyway out to the town center to draw the water. A few nodded his way, but most walked past without a word. Will drew out the water he needed and lugged it back to the shop, entering through the back again. As he did so, he became aware that he was no longer alone. Quietly setting the bucket down, he glanced around the corner. He was unable to identify who it was from the back, which made him even more suspicious. Will leaned over and picked up one of the swords, holding it behind his back as he came out of his cover. "Can I help you with something?" |
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| Brendan | 6 Apr 2007, 10:28 PM Post #3 |
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Originally posted by Anamaria. These swords were amazingly well crafted, noted the pirate as she continued her search for a suitable weapon. It was surprising really that someone knew the craft so well, especially in an area so adrift with guns and the need for combat of a less violent sort. Who could honestly beat that sense of overwhelming pride at running an opponent through, or taking what you're owed at the edge of a blade? Hat still hindering both her face, and in actuality also her line of vision, Anamaria was seemingly clueless to who was addressing her as the voice hit her ears. "Can I help you with something?" Now that was the question wasn't it. Did this blacksmith have an item that met her requirements? Pivoting on the spot, blade in hand, the former rum runner, quirking an eyebrow. " Ah'm in the market for a sword, something like this, possibly lighter." She was almost sounding polite, a fact which scared the Tortuga native quite drastically. Free hand poised haphazardly on her hip, a strange sense of deja vu overwhelmed her. That voice was oddly familiar, she didn't owe him money from a previous jaunt did she? Silently praying that was not the case, Anamaria exhaled, enigmatic gaze glancing through the array of swords. She was curious now, which individual had made these? "These your handy work?" . Her manners were slipping slightly, accent managing to find it's way through her poor attempt at blending in. Apparently that was only reserved for people in skirts. Setting the sword in hand back into it's position, ebony hands closed in on a blade that had caught her fancy. Three inches shorter than the first, a little lighter, drastically more shiny. It was the stuff dreams were made of. Mentally kicking her over enthusiasm at a blade yet to be tainted with human blood, Ana tilted her head to one side. This was the one she'd have to test then. Hand moving in one quick sweeping motion, a few repetetive fencing moves were all it took to see if it was a suitable match. It would do, she supposed, though it wasn't exactly perfect. Tucking said weapon underneath her arm, one again the pirate circled the creations on display. Why was this harder than it looked? |
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| Brendan | 6 Apr 2007, 10:29 PM Post #4 |
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Originally posted by Will. " Ah'm in the market for a sword, something like this, possibly lighter." Will was surprised to hear that the voice was female and very, very familiar. It teased memories pushed to the back of his mind. He frowned, studying her in the meager light that came from the few windows and the forge fire. When she turned with the blade in hand, he immediately brought his up on instinct before realizing that she wasn't here to fight but merely browse. Slightly embarassed, he lowered the sword to his side and watched her with narrowed eyes as she scanned the racks. "These your handy work?" He didn't know how to respond to that one. Yes, there were a few people who were beginning to notice that the work was not Brown's, but his own. That did not mean that Will, still of apprentice status, could take all the credit for his work just yet. It was supposed to be the master who crafted such works and not himself. But he had changed in the slightest, a little more bold. "They are." He replied as he continued to watch her. "Is there anything in specific you're looking for in a sword?" That seemed to be where she was focused mainly. From the looks of the movement she went through, he could tell that she had handled one before and knew what she was doing. More than knew, perhaps. As she passed the other side of the rack, Will caught a fleeting glimpse of her face under the hat with the help of a small beam of light entering through the window above. "Anamaria?" |
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| Brendan | 6 Apr 2007, 10:29 PM Post #5 |
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Originally posted by Anamaria. "They are." Alright, that voice was verging on the realms of downright annoying now. She knew it, but couldn't quite place a finger on the owner's name. Maybe she did owe him money after all. Especially since he'd raised his sword when she'd turned around with a blade in hand. Port Royal was starting to get very similar to Tortuga these days, fights, explosions, a lack of trust. Hell they should just re-name it a pirate capital! Gaze shifting to fix on what she could see of Will from behind her hat and in the small amount of light, lips twitched as once again he spoke. "Is there anything in specific you're looking for in a sword?" Specific? She'd not really thought much, she just needed something sharp and pointy. It went without saying almost. "Something....stabby." Anamaria wasn't articulate tat the best of times, so she wasn't exactly fussed by her word choice. Moving her arm in a stabbing motion, the female pirate, paused and once again mentally kicked herself for her behaviour. If anyone looked at her right now, they'd almost certainly think she was intoxicated with rum in large quantities. Light hitting her face, the ebony skinned sailor scrunched up her nose. There was something about the dark that was almost comforting. Hands reaching to tilt her hat backwards to block some of the light and improve her vision, Ana stopped in her tracks at the mention of her name. "Aye, tis." Apparently he knew her, confirming her theory of money owing. Hang on.... Quickly searching her mind for some kind of name, the jamaican's jaw dropped. "Turner?!" Since when had he been a blacksmith? Alright, he had to have a day job when he wasn't running around with Jack, but it was surprising all the same. |
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| Brendan | 6 Apr 2007, 10:30 PM Post #6 |
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Originally posted by Will. "Something....stabby." Will tried but he couldn't hide the slight smile of amusement that appeared on his lips as he watched her trying out this sword and that. "With your leave," He stated suddenly, reaching forward to grab the newest one she picked up. "Each sword has its own qualities. Some are lighter than others, some are broader and also heavier." He put it back and glanced over the rack in concentration before coming back with a lighter sword, holding it out to her hilt first. "And with each quality that a sword has, you'll find it fits only certain owners." The one he had picked out would be quick in a fight, which if he was correct, she would need. "Turner?!" His eyes widened slightly, genuinely perplexed at why she would be so surprised to see him here. Then again, it struck him that unlike others on the ship, they had not had much time to speak and therefore one knew little about the other. "Yes." He replied, his amused smirk growing into an innocently boyish grin. "I can't say I ever expected to see the Pearl's crew in this place again." He told her as he relaxed slightly. True, she was a pirate, but she was also an ally. Or had been an ally when they had gone up against Barbossa. The sword he had picked up earlier in case she had been an intruder was returned to the rack. "You haven't come to Port Royal just for a sword, have you?" He was suddenly very curious as to why she had come. With the Navy even more on the lookout, it was getting more perilous to sneak into Port Royal. "Not that I'm complaining." He added sheepishly. |
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| Brendan | 6 Apr 2007, 10:30 PM Post #7 |
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Originally posted by Anamaria. There were times when you could quite happily hit certain people, Ana noticed as she caught a glimpse of the ammusement tainting the blacksmith's features. She was a pirate, born into a life that didn't exactly require much 'social' language. Stabby was about as good as she got. Letting her mood soften as he spoke up, the Tortuga native made sure she payed attention. "With your leave,Each sword has its own qualities. Some are lighter than others, some are broader and also heavier.And with each quality that a sword has, you'll find it fits only certain owners." Hand shifting to wrap around the hilt now exposed to her, the piratess took a step backwards and inititated a few fencing moves. It half made her wish there was someone to run through at that moment in time. "I'll take it." Once again tucking the blade under her arm, Anamaria reached for the small pouch of coins connected to her belt. She was actually going to pay for this one, though in all honest it wasn't exactly her money to begin with. The result of a jaunt the pearl had taken to be specific. Flicking her wrist upwards, the pouch was tossed to William who was once again speaking. "Yes.I can't say I ever expected to see the Pearl's crew in this place again." He wasn't the only one. Considering the tolerance for piratical behaviour was not withstanding, it seemed positively suicidal to venture once more into the town. Though the un-nerving fact was that nobody ahd once apprehended or indeed questioned her appearance. "You haven't come to Port Royal just for a sword, have you?Not that I'm complaining." Why was it he could see straight away that she had an ulterior motive, when the actual idea of what she was doing had been a mystery to her only a few minutes prior? It was like Bootstrap all over again, he had a reputation for being a little too 'all seeing.' "Complaining? Sure y'are. What happen's every time we come? Explosions, blood, and would-be hanging." Sun cracked lips twitched into a smile. At least she still had wit. Though the truth in her words was somewhat frightening. Those things did always occur when they made an appearance, and had quite likely contributed to the reputation the crew had acquired. Though that aside, she needed to inform young Mr.Turner of her purpose, even if she did convieniently skip a few vital details. "Feather-brain still owes me a ship, Ah'm in the market for one of those at the moment. Figured 'ere was the best place t' start since Ah quite liked the Interceptor before Jack let 'er sink." Such a lovely choice of words. It was all Sparrow's fault she'd lost a ship....twice. Though she seemed to be doing quite well at that on her own without any help. What was her track record for sunken ships now? 6? And that was regardless of the the other two. Shaking her head, the sword under her arm, was placed into the scabbard at her hip, before hands positioned themselves on her waist. "Only other course of action 's to release a few old friends. Been sold twice, ya learn a few things." So there he had it. Her brief yet enlightening plan for the next day or so. Now if only it would work out as planned.... |
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| Brendan | 6 Apr 2007, 10:31 PM Post #8 |
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Originally posted by Will. "I'll take it." Will caught the pouch thrown to him and opened it. He dumped the coins into his hand and took out the specified amount for the sword. What few coins were left he slid back into the pouch and tied it shut again. The paid amount was placed with the other coin the shop had made that day in a battered old leather pouch that hung by the workbench until Will closed for the day. He returned to Anamaria, holding out the pouch with her change inside. "Thank you." He felt obligated to say it as she had just made a legitimate purchase instead of just walking out with one of the swords. "Complaining? Sure y'are. What happen's every time we come? Explosions, blood, and would-be hanging." Truer words were never spoken. The last time the Pearl had been in dock he'd ended up being traded for a ship, even if it was all of Jack's master plan. But while he wasn't expecting an adventure of that caliber anytime soon, a little excitement would liven up the dull atmosphere that Port Royal had taken on with all the gusto of a lazy summer day. He wouldn't have minded a little excitement to take place. "Hardly complaining then. I wouldn't mind something happening within reason." He replied as he strode over and checked the strip of iron that still rest in the fire. Not that it needed it, but he needed to look busy in case anyone should happen in. Though that was something he doubted as well. "Feather-brain still owes me a ship, Ah'm in the market for one of those at the moment. Figured 'ere was the best place t' start since Ah quite liked the Interceptor before Jack let 'er sink." "He still hasn't made good on his word then? Why does that not surprise me?" Will said, shaking his head. "I think the Interceptor would have suited you nicely. She was quite a nice ship." That was now sunk beneath the ocean god knew where in the Caribbean Sea, courtesy of Barbossa and his band of cursed pirates. "I'm sure you'll find a few down at the dock but not without their price." He didn't doubt she could haggle or otherwise 'convince' the owner to come down in price either. "Only other course of action 's to release a few old friends. Been sold twice, ya learn a few things." "That I wouldn't recommend. If you happen to get caught, I doubt that Governor Swann would be willing to pardon me again for setting loose a friend." He already had faced the consequences of letting Jack Sparrow out of the hangman's noose, though they hadn't been severe as if they would have been had Elizabeth not stepped in. |
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| Brendan | 6 Apr 2007, 10:32 PM Post #9 |
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Originally posted by Anamaria. "Thankyou." The minute the words left his mouth, Anamaria quirked an eyebrow. She hadn't made legitimate purchases in years, yet when she did, suddenly there came that foreign word to her. The things cultured people did, eh? Hands closing once more around the small coin pouch returned to her, the piratess began attaching it once more to her belt as young Mr.Turner decided to speak once again. "Hardly complaining then. I wouldn't mind something happening within reason." Within reason. That was the hard part. Excitement or indeed a little amusement was fairly simple to find with all the navy sea dogs scurrying around like rats. How easy would it be to kill one of them off and see how long it takes for the others to find out? No. She had to think like a �normal� human being today. �Is that a subtle hint?� Came the vocalization as she paced around the room paying far more attention than usual. Apparently Will needed to make it look like he was doing something useful too. Though in Ana�s opinion he made a far better pirate than a blacksmith. "He still hasn't made good on his word then? Why does that not surprise me. I think the Interceptor would have suited you nicely. She was quite a nice ship. I'm sure you'll find a few down at the dock but not without their price." �Ways an� means mate.� It was true, she had a certain amount of leverage when it came to acquiring ships. You could either charm, get �stabby�, or wait until the dead of night and simply borrow one under the cover of darkness. Either way she would be leaving Port Royal with a ship, and a pretty one at that. A ship that Jack and the Pearl�s crew were forbidden to touch or jinx in any way or form. That said though, she might be asking for their help to commandeer said ship. So black listing them entirely was out of the question, for now. Taking a seat on one of the many wooden benches scattered around the place, a look of interest illuminated her features as the reply to her plan of setting free of few old friends bound to the chauvinist dictators of England as slaves. Wow, if only she�d said that sentence out loud. It might have aided in the effect of how important this was. "That I wouldn't recommend. If you happen to get caught, I doubt that Governor Swann would be willing to pardon me again for setting loose a friend." �Key word there is �If�, aye? Worst th�t can �appen is another slave auction. S�pose I stay hidden, ge� the job done. Keep an eye on me ship while I�m gone?� It was a request, plain and simple, and bearing in mind that she would have a ship by that evening, not exactly a terrible one. He couldn�t be punished for watching a navy ship now could he? It was so perfectly brilliant even Jack could be proud! Now, it was a simple matter of getting the blacksmith to see it that way�. |
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| Brendan | 6 Apr 2007, 10:38 PM Post #10 |
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Originally posted by Will. �Is that a subtle hint?� "A little more than subtle." Will smiled faintly as he gathered up the bits of iron he had seperated from the longer peice and took them over to the workbench. They were still warm from the forge fire and needed one last finishing touch before he was finished. Picking up a hammer, he used the tongs to hold one of the small peices upright and tapped on the end. The softened metal flattened to a blunt end and he was done. Setting it aside, he started on another. "Not that I am encouraging an outright melee. Just a little excitement to give the people something else to talk about." �Ways an� means mate.� He should have remembered that, talking to a pirate. The few he had met would do anything by any means just to acheive their end goal. Jack Sparrow had, after all, traded him for the Black Pearl, though he mostly believed Jack when the pirate had implied that there had been a plan to save him afterwards. There was still some doubt to be had. "Right. I had forgotten that part." Another nail was tossed aside in the old wooden box with the small sound of metal hitting metal. He glanced over his shoulder to see her cease wandering and sit on one of the wooden benches. �Key word there is �If�, aye? Worst th�t can �appen is another slave auction. S�pose I stay hidden, ge� the job done. Will could never see how once human being could be bound to another by sale. It was against a man's sense of freedom and as Anamaria spoke, he found he was less condemning of who she wanted to break out. He had no love for the slave auctions as did some of the others of his social ranking. Perhaps it was because some of them were too close to the status of a slave as it was. Keep an eye on me ship while I�m gone?� He raised an eyebrow and glanced over his shoulder at her again. "I thought you said you didn't have a...oh." It took a moment for the thought to strike him. She was here looking for a ship, which meant she wanted him to watch the potential ship, right? But it was only a thought and he was sure not an entirely right one at that. "I do believe that would look suspicious on my part." |
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| Brendan | 6 Apr 2007, 10:39 PM Post #11 |
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Originally posted by Anamaria. "A little more than subtle.Not that I am encouraging an outright melee. Just a little excitement to give the people something else to talk about." Poor naive Will. You don't get pirates without outright melee attacks! Well not where Anamaria came from. Arms folded in her lap, the pirate crossed her legs, head tilting to one side. How else could someone prompt a little more excitement without resorting to a little violence? That was something she'd have to think about at a later moment in time. Perhaps she'd come up with an idea in the midst of her main objective. There was a chance right? "Right. I had forgotten that part." A fair few people did seem to ignore that fact. She had motivation and a vast array of techniques to get what she wanted. Though she did still have dignity and morals when she did her transactions. Bargaining human beings was a no go, despite how annoying some people tended to be. And well....other things a few women in Tortuga stooped to, were also on the bottom of her to do list. "Ah won't swap you for a ship, y'alright." Joked the young woman as she shifted in her seated position. "I thought you said you didn't have a...oh.I do believe that would look suspicious on my part." He'd sussed what she was asking now, had he? Took long enough. And his answer was less than helpful. "Don' be tha' obvious then." Was all she could come up with. Though if he was still reluctant to help there was always another plan of action. She could work through the slave system from the inside. But that required being arrested, and funnily enough, she didn't like getting caught, willingly or not. Though if she was informing Will of her plans, perhaps she should point that one out. "T'other way 'round it, is t' get myself 'rrested. Any creative imput?" Standing once more, hat was tilted backwards to allow her to see once again. She needed some advice, ideas, anything to go on really! Though there were always a few more options open to her. These two of course were the easiest to plan though. |
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| Brendan | 6 Apr 2007, 10:39 PM Post #12 |
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Originally posted by Will. "Ah won't swap you for a ship, y'alright." Will laughed slightly, reaching up to tuck a stray curl behind his ear. "I'd bloody well hope not. I've already been swapped for one ship too many." He joked as he finished dropping the nails into the box and took them over to dump in the barrel with the rest. He set the box back on the workbench and headed up the ramp towards the door. The atmosphere between them was comfortable despite the situation upon first entering. It was good to see old friends again. He brought down the lever to lock the door and started back down into the shop again. "Don' be tha' obvious then." Will pulled up another chair, taking his break from working. Nothing was in quick demand and he had the rest of the day to work on the nails. For now, he could take time out for a visitation. "I'd try not to, but that would make me look even more obvious than before." He admitted with a small grin. "I suppose I could find something to do, I suppose." T'other way 'round it, is t' get myself 'rrested. Any creative imput?" He crossed his arms over his chest, leaning back in the chair. "I'd prefer you not get arrested. I'm not sure the naval officers would be too understanding around here after Jack's escape." He frowned, a thoughtful expression on his face. "You're asking the worst person for breaking the law." He may have broken Jack out and then saved him from the noose, but one had been spur of the moment and the other a belief that a good man should not die. "I am not a mastermind at all." |
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| Brendan | 6 Apr 2007, 10:40 PM Post #13 |
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Originally posted by Anamaria. "I'd bloody well hope not. I've already been swapped for one ship too many." Well there went that plan. Cracking a smile as he spoke, Anamaria noted the fact he'd locked the door and taken a seat. Was she keeping him from working? Or was work that rare that he could take time off whenever? Lips parting to issue a reply, once again the pirate shifted in her seat. "T'was a nice ship though. " Joked the young woman, hands reaching upwards to remove the hat constantly hindering her line of view. "I'd try not to, but that would make me look even more obvious than before.I suppose I could find something to do, I suppose." "Tha's th' spirit! Jus' stand around lookin' pretty if ya have to." That in itself would be blatantly obvious, so possibly not the most sensible of ideas, but she was trying. He could do whatever he felt like so long as his attention kept flitting between whatever he was doing and her prospectvie ship. She'd be damned if she was letting another fine piece of craftsmanship sail across the atlantic only to get blown up by some reckless individual. "I'd prefer you not get arrested. I'm not sure the naval officers would be too understanding around here after Jack's escape." "Tha' was Jack, this is me. Not overly keen on the idea much meself. Bu' it's in the 'maybe' pile." It was indeed an option, a quite simple one too. But dignity and logic were quickly surpressing it, trying to review a much more sensible approach. Though apparently there wasn't one, they were all 'daft Jack' ideas. She'd spent far too much time under his command, it seemed to have obliterated her creative, but sensible thinking! "You're asking the worst person for breaking the law. I am not a mastermind at all." Not a mastermind? Nah. Will had partaken in a few illegal activities, knowingly or not. Though she wouldn't press the matter much. If he didn't think he was a criminal mastermind, who was she to argue? Ebony sun cracked hands reaching up to run through the mass of black hair now visible, the Jamaican exhaled. "Where's Jack when ya need 'im?" Rolling her eyes the young woman cursed. Hand moving to push all of her hair over one shoulder, a small East India Trading Company brand became visible. Not that she really remembered of course, she had that many scars, brands, and bullet holes it was hard to remember what went where. " 'spose, you agreed t' watch said ship...Ah'd need 'alf hour. Tha' plausible Will?" It was the first time she'd actually used his real name, which possibly would help to show just how serious she actually was. Anamaria was a pirate, first and foremost. But sometimes human nature had to kick in, savvy? |
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| Brendan | 6 Apr 2007, 10:40 PM Post #14 |
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Originally posted by Will. "T'was a nice ship though." Despite the situation that had been, his capture at Barbossa's hands and almost having his throat slit to counter an ancient curse, Will had to smile and laugh at the joke. "I would have been more offended if I had been traded for a ship that wouldn't last a day at sea. Mind you, the Pearl didn't look to be anything special to me until she started showing her abilities. But you are right. At least it was a good trade instead of being traded for something worthless and shiny." He shook his head slowly, remembering that night in the cavern and the dwindling hope that had faded altogether when he thought he was no more than a pawn to Jack after all. "I still refuse to be a bargaining chip again." "Tha's th' spirit! Jus' stand around lookin' pretty if ya have to." "You want me to act like the denser of the young noblemen then?" His grin grew to mischevious portions. Most of them were not like that at all, but there were a vapid few who thought their looks would bring them everything they most desired. Will couldn't help but find them ridiculous when they 'lowered' themselves to travelling to the town market. Most were more useful, however, or so he had heard. A few fools were not a good sample of the population. He rubbed his chin, taking a few beats of silence for thought. "I cannot get into trouble just standing there." He said finally. "So I could watch your 'ship' within reason and not get into any trouble." A look of doubt flickered on his face. "Or so I hope." "Tha' was Jack, this is me. Not overly keen on the idea much meself. Bu' it's in the 'maybe' pile." "Yes, but it seems like anyone trying to break out another would come under harsher scrutiny after what happened with Jack." He tried to explain, blushing slightly. His part in rescuing Sparrow from the noose had been a factor in that. It couldn't have looked good for the law enforcement of the town to have such a notable pirate escape. "At the least, a last resort perhaps. What ever would you do to get yourself arrested in the first place? If I'm understanding that the 'maybe' plan would be to get yourself arrested and break out from the inside?" "Where's Jack when ya need 'im?" "I haven't the faintest idea, but if you were to look, I'd say to Tortuga would be your best place to start." Jack had loved it there and tried to explain that love to Will, who still to this day did not comprehend why anyone would call such a place home. Home to him had always been a place where you didn't have to worry about watching your back while you slept and the women did not spread their legs for just anyone with a few coin. But then again, he should not judge until he could see it from another's perspective. If that were the case, the ruling on Tortuga would be out a while. " 'spose, you agreed t' watch said ship...Ah'd need 'alf hour. Tha' plausible Will?" His gaze flickered to the brand for a moment before snapping back up to meet hers, hoping she hadn't caught him looking. "Half an hour I suppose I could do." He replied, narrowing his eyes as he leaned forward, elbows resting on his knees. "Now this 'ship' I need to watch. Would this be the entirety of the docks or have you already picked one out?" No harm ever came in watching a ship. It wasn't as if he would be participating in the actual illegal acquiring of the ship itself. Was he? |
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| Brendan | 6 Apr 2007, 10:41 PM Post #15 |
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Originally posted by Anamaria. "I would have been more offended if I had been traded for a ship that wouldn't last a day at sea. Mind you, the Pearl didn't look to be anything special to me until she started showing her abilities. But you are right. At least it was a good trade instead of being traded for something worthless and shiny.I still refuse to be a bargaining chip again." "Shiny's good. Not useful, but still good." The memory almost ammused the young pirate. She'd been recruited aboard that fine looking ship at Tortuga, set sail....and then Jack, the daft git, had tried exchanging Will for the less than eye catching Black Pearl. Alright, in the long run it had proved a wise decision, but it still looked like it had seen one too many stormy nights. Perhaps she'd have to tell the infamous pirate to tidy up his ship when she got chance. "You want me to act like the denser of the young noblemen then?" Now there was a question. If he did act quite that bad, then perhaps some intuitive person may think of him to be mocking the social hierarchy, and wonderful that the sight alone would be, it seemed a little cruel on her part, to let Will actually do that. "No' quite tha' bad, mate." The small smile still lingering on her lips quirked slightly as he agreed to aid her rescue operation. No ties would officially connect him to this heroic effort, but he was an integral part all the same. "So I could watch your 'ship' within reason and not get into any trouble......Or so I hope." And he denied being a pirate? The things people did sometimes. Any normal individual could stand around watching a ship and not get so much as a second glance. Someone possessing pirate blood however, was an entirely different story. Trouble seemed to follow them like an aura, or indeed try to trip up the most innocent of activities. "Yes, but it seems like anyone trying to break out another would come under harsher scrutiny after what happened with Jack." He made a good point. Though how exactly letting someone hang helped matters was a thought that escpaed Anamaria at that point. You were obligated to release your kin and allow them to continue breathing. It was actually quite sickening that only a small number of individuals had tried it. Surely a lifetime of crimes couldn't be remedied by a 'short drop, sudden stop.' "At the least, a last resort perhaps. What ever would you do to get yourself arrested in the first place?" "D'ya really need to ask?" She was avoiding that question rather well, she thought. How exactly she'd manage to get herself arrested was a small mystery, though not a difficult one to decide on. She could attack a noble, steal something, tell the navy where to shove their ideals, or simply just walk around Port Royal without her hat. She'd be recognised as a pirate, and if not she was a 'slave' mingling with normal folk. A crime that must be punished of course in the 'real' world. Idiots. If I'm understanding that the 'maybe' plan would be to get yourself arrested and break out from the inside?" "Aye, tis. Ask Gibbs, 's been done before." Multiple times actually. Although Ana had never been involved in any escape plan. She'd acquired the knowledge from stories and the like, but it helped to have someone that understood what was going on. Either that, or someone exceptionally lucky. It was all a matter of luck today, and apparently things were in her favor. "I haven't the faintest idea, but if you were to look, I'd say to Tortuga would be your best place to start." "My reasonin's he's tied up somewhere thinkin' o' th' next person 'e can swap for a ship!" The joke was there, but the truth was almost sickening. He might truely be doing just that right now, scanning the horizon for someone to swap in order to get himself out of a sticky situation. One day he'd be all alone, and on that day she'd laugh. Let's see him try and bargain his way out of that one! No. She couldn't be that mean...he was her captain after all. Hazel orbs darting sideways as she caught young Mr.Turner staring at her neck, the former rum runner clamped her hand over the symbol that proved she was somebody's property, before pulling her hair back to cover it. She really needed to find a neckerchief one of these days. Hat being placed somewhat casually on her head, an irritated glance was directed to Will, but he said nothing and so she wasn't going to condemn him quite yet. That was the difference between pirates and culture folk, some of them had tact. "Half an hour I suppose I could do.Now this 'ship' I need to watch. Would this be the entirety of the docks or have you already picked one out?" Picked one out? Of course she had. Several if he wanted to be specific. So perhaps it was easier to let him watch the entirety of the docks, he could amble up and down it looking less suspicious than focusing on a single vessel. "Y' safer watchin' 'em all." Her voice wasn't as laid back now, considering the fact someone had seen her 'mark', though her expression softened as she stood from the bench. Hand shifting to rub the bridge of her nose, lips poised to speak once more. "There's a pretty one on th' farthest side. Sim'lar to th' Dauntless." |
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| Brendan | 6 Apr 2007, 10:41 PM Post #16 |
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Originally posted by Will. "Shiny's good. Not useful, but still good." "Shiny is good for a decoration or blinding one's enemy, but other than that the uses are very limited and makes it almost worthless." Of course, he should be talking when the racks behind Anamaria were lined with swords that he had cleaned until there was not a spot on them and they shined. Since he decided he didn't want to prove himself wrong, he kept mum about that new fact. "No' quite tha' bad, mate." He had gotten a small smile out of her with that one. It must've been she'd met just precisely the people he had referred to. "Maybe I should lose something then?" He suggested. That would work. If asked what he was wandering the docks for, it would be a buyable excuse and perhaps serve to distract some of those that were at the docks. In that moment, he realized that he was trying to help steal a ship and not get caught, nor get fingers pointed at him. Will remembered Jack's speech on the Interceptor all too well. Pirate in his blood and having to square with it. It would be a long while till he did, yet there would be consequences. "D'ya really need to ask?" "If I'm to be an innocent party in this, no." Will replied, tilting his head slightly, a smirk on his lips. "But I would like to know what to look out for should a big fuss result." "Aye, tis. Ask Gibbs, 's been done before." Will raised an eyebrow. THe last time Gibbs had told him a story, Jack had escaped an island with sea turtles. That didn't mean the ex-navy sailor was unreliable, just the tales he chose to believe were a little hard for others, even the naive blacksmith. He nodded slowly. "I wonder what will be used in the heist this time, I suppose. More sea turtles or perhaps a monkey?" "My reasonin's he's tied up somewhere thinkin' o' th' next person 'e can swap for a ship!" "Poor soul. With Jack's silver tongue, he'll never know what hit him." Will replied to the joke. "He'd probably think he was about to get a treasure instead of be one." Off of Anamaria's look, Will turned his head slightly, looking for something else to focus on for a moment. He hadn't meant to stare, as improper as it was, but sometimes it couldn't be helped. It had been more of a recognition anyway, remembering the same mark from Jack's arm. "Y' safer watchin' 'em all. There's a pretty one on th' farthest side. Sim'lar to th' Dauntless." He thought he knew which one she meant. A spice merchant, if he was correct. There seemed to be a little more distance between them after he had glanced her brand. Getting up from his seat, he went to stoke the forge fires. "I'll be sure to keep an eye on her specifically then." |
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| Brendan | 6 Apr 2007, 10:42 PM Post #17 |
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Originally posted by Anamaria. "Shiny is good for a decoration or blinding one's enemy, but other than that the uses are very limited and makes it almost worthless." "Says you." Quirking an eyebrow from beneath her hat's sanctuary, the pirate bit down on her lip to avoid laughing, though a slight tinge of humour escaped her lips. So the swords in here were designed to blind people and not to fight. She'd bear that in mind next time she payed out for one. A super shiny one may just help to veer away from fights. "Maybe I should lose something then?" "Sailin' wit' us, ya lost ya mind an' ya dignity. What else is 'ere to lose?" Slipping back into her non-annoyed persona, Anamaria positioned her hands on her hips, as she looked the son of Bootstrap up and down. Why in god's name was he a blacksmith? He was a pirate through and through, anyone could see it. Normal people would've run a mile by now at this proposition. "If I'm to be an innocent party in this, no.But I would like to know what to look out for should a big fuss result." "Gunshots. And screaming men." Ominous? Perhaps a little. But she was being perfectly honest. If things did go the way of being arrested, she'd do it with style. Attack a few people, make a clean break, and show the world what it really meant to be a female pirate! Or not, as the case may be. She seemed to be more organised with simply setting people free, at least that way she had Will on her side. "I wonder what will be used in the heist this time, I suppose. More sea turtles or perhaps a monkey?" "Don' be daft! It's shrimp obviously." The smile was back, even if it was half hidden. But still, she kept her visage of level-headedness, despite wanting to burst into hysterical laughter at any given moment. It was the lack of rum! It had to be.Hand poising itself on the side of her jaw, the pirate shfited her gaze as once again the blacksmith spoke. "Poor soul. With Jack's silver tongue, he'll never know what hit him. He'd probably think he was about to get a treasure instead of be one." "Too true." Shifting her weight from one foot to the other, Ana gave an involunatry sigh as Will diverted his gaze. It wasn't even his fault, and he didn't deserve a death glare, but she just felt that way whenever anyone saw it. Jack had his for a being a pirate, whereas hers meant something entirely different. Shaking the thought away with a flick of the head, the sun kissed woman stretched slightly. "I'll be sure to keep an eye on her specifically then." "Y'better do. Or Ah'll be puttin fire behind the eunuch rumours." She was deadly serious too. If anything happened to that ship she'd make him regret letting it go. Now she wasn't without sense though, some things were unavoidable, disasters may occur that required to abandon the little jaunt. Though if of course they did happen, she'd be decidedly unimpressed. Fingers shifting for a final time to rest themselves over her burnt flesh, Ana tilted her head to the left." 's not a pirate brand y'know. Make's me sympathise wit' th' people Ah'm freein' a whole lot more. Jus' ignore th' death glare, savvy?" She didn't need to tell him. In fact she didn't even need to bring the subejct up. But it made him understand her motivation, and well that was as close as she got to an apology, ever. He should feel honoured, it was a rarity after all. |
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| Brendan | 6 Apr 2007, 10:44 PM Post #18 |
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Originally posted by Will. "Sailin' wit' us, ya lost ya mind an' ya dignity. What else is 'ere to lose?" Will smirked and nodded. "You forgot trustworthiness as well." His eyes narrowed. "Not to mention I seem to be involved quite heavily with piracy in the stories I overhear." It was amazing how big a tale could grow when it has been passed through enough people. There were also the many different versions of the story, some becoming so outlandish he wondered what the story had ever been to begin with. The buzz always seemed to quiet when he passed by, however. While it was disconcerting, what he did hear always was good for a laugh or two. "Gunshots. And screaming men." "That I would not fail to notice." He laughed and turned away from the fire, crossing his arms over his chest again as he regarded her. "I just wondered if there were any special signs or signals I should keep an eye out for." "Don' be daft! It's shrimp obviously." "Of course!" Will smacked his palm against his forehead in mock exasperation. "Who could possibly forget that shrimp are the integral part of the plan?" He chuckled and shook his head, a few dark locks sliding loose of the ribbon that bound them to brush his face. He batted them back behind his ear in annoyance. "Almost better than sea turtles, I believe, because no one would ever see the shrimp coming." He wondered what plan could possibly involve shrimp as a big part, but dismissed it when nothing was forthcoming. He doubted there was anything to come forward. "Y'better do. Or Ah'll be puttin fire behind the eunuch rumours." Will abruptly stopped laughing and he narrowed his eyes. What was it that made everyone think he was a bloody eunuch? If he wasn't so damnably proper, he would....no, he wouldn't. He perished the thought immediately. Crassness would get him nowhere and maybe even put him in more trouble than he could have thought. "I'm not a eunuch." He said stubbornly. "I can't believe there are rumors about it." He added quietly. " 's not a pirate brand y'know. Make's me sympathise wit' th' people Ah'm freein' a whole lot more. Jus' ignore th' death glare, savvy?" His expression became very sheepish after that. "I didn't mean to stare." He at least owed her that much of an apology. "I'm sorry." He gave a sharp nod that he understood and didn't press forward. It wasn't his place to ask if she didn't provide the information herself. |
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| Brendan | 6 Apr 2007, 10:46 PM Post #19 |
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Originally posted by Anamaria. "You forgot trustworthiness as well.Not to mention I seem to be involved quite heavily with piracy in the stories I overhear." Oh lord....the stories! His were worse than Jack's! A fact which greatly disturbed Ana, how could they possibly be worse? Nodding her head in agreement, the memories of such stories crept into the forefront of her mind. "These th' stories, before or after ya sol' ya soul for a couple o' sea turtles? " It was fun mocking people she'd run into before, occasionally even those she hadn't. Though right now the inside joke seemed to be at her former Captain's expense. Not that she really though Will would mind joining in on the fun. "That I would not fail to notice.I just wondered if there were any special signs or signals I should keep an eye out for." "Me runnin' very fast in the op'site direction!" That was the best sign to look out for, since the minute that happened, she'd be in need of a ship, possibly a blacksmith too, but it all depended on how things played out. There was very little point in telling Mr.Turner here of anything until she was sure about it. Although it did seem marginally cruel to leave him out of the loop. Shifting her weight from one foot to the other once again, the pirate allowed her gaze to survey the room before resting back on Will. "Of course!Who could possibly forget that shrimp are the integral part of the plan?Almost better than sea turtles, I believe, because no one would ever see the shrimp coming." There were actually multiple uses for shrimp in these kind of plans. For example, feeding less than perfect shrimp to a few unruly guards could quite literally leave an entire corridor free, while they tried to purge such vile specimens from their bodies. That one had been done before, and there was always that strange story on Tortuga of someone that had pretended to be a shrimp...though how exactly that worked was beyond her. But he was right, nobody would ever see the shrimp coming, unless of course it was like Tortuga and there was a 6'2'' one running around. Too much rum perhaps? "I'm not a eunuch.I can't believe there are rumors about it." Swallowing as his laughter subsided, the Jamaican seemed to habe touched a nerve. She wasn't serious, he should know that by now. Everyone was in on that bloody eunuch joke, regardless of the fact it was positively vindictive of them to continue with it. Stepping forward towards the young blacksmith, hand outstretched it clamped down on the top of his head and in a quick motion ruffled his hair up. How old was she? "Ah'm only messin'. 'lizabeth's vouched for ya a'ready." And then she stepped backwards out of hitting distance, because it seemed to be the safest thing to do. Laughing, a sudden thought occured to her. "Ever wonder why Jack knows so much 'bout Eunuchs? " She couldn't believe she'd just said that. Implying things metally was one thing, but voicing said ideas was another. She also noticed how she never actually said these things to anyone's face. Traits of a pirate, don't you just love them? "I didn't mean to stare.I'm sorry." What, why was he sorry? She'd been the one that got all offended for having somebody look at her. Hands raising upwards to dismiss it, a slight yawn escaped her lips before she took a small step towards the door. "Ya ready t' go?" She knew perfectly well she wasn't, so a little camaraderie might help out matters now. |
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| Brendan | 6 Apr 2007, 10:46 PM Post #20 |
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Originally posted by Will. "These th' stories, before or after ya sol' ya soul for a couple o' sea turtles?" "Always before. They begin to lack in respect for a man who sells his soul for sea turtles after awhile. My treachery astounds even me. I didn't even know I was capable of such things." He replied, trying to keep his expression absolutely deadpan, but the twitch of his lips kept him from achieving it. There was a certain bit of comrodarie that came with the joke that he enjoyed. At least Anamaria had a sense of humor to initiate and continue on with it. "There must be a million stories about Jack out there. Can't say I'm entirely impressed with the sea turtle one. It was entirely plausible until the back hair!" He chuckled. "Me runnin' very fast in the op'site direction!" He smiled slightly, clasping his hands innocently behind his back. "That's neither a sign nor a signal, that's an absolute confirmation of trouble if you're over ten and running very fast." Will replied as he shifted his weight to his heels. Tilting back just a bit, his hands met the workbench and he relaxed against it. "Ah'm only messin'. 'lizabeth's vouched for ya a'ready." "She has?" That statement took him by surprise, his eyes widening slightly and a red flush spreading across his cheeks. Damn his reaction! He raised a hand, rubbing his cheek, trying to look as if it were the warmth of the forge that had been responsible for the flush and not his thoughts. "Apologies. I'm still perplexed as to how the joke was started in the first place. The thought of those rumors..." He shook his head. "But I can take a joke, I promise." "Ever wonder why Jack knows so much 'bout Eunuchs? " Will's eye twitched, catching the implication on the first go around, but deciding that it was best left unsaid on his part. "I always wondered if he's been to China. They say they're held in high regard there and it wouldn't be unlike Jack to make an ally, would it?" He rubbed his chin thoughtfully. Yes, he could see Jack allying with a eunuch to achieve his mean's end and not being able to resist a jab here and there. "Ya ready t' go?" His gaze went from Anamaria to the coat thrown haphazardly over a chair some distance away. "Not entirely." He admitted, feeling the beginning of nerves in his stomach. Talking about it was one thing, doing so was another. |
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| Brendan | 6 Apr 2007, 10:54 PM Post #21 |
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Originally posted by Anamaria. "Always before. They begin to lack in respect for a man who sells his soul for sea turtles after awhile. My treachery astounds even me. I didn't even know I was capable of such things." "Dark horse, eh?" Why it was always Will and Jack that acquired such stories, greatly perplexed the Jamaican. The only stories she ever seemed to get, were either losing yet another ship, or being so drunk she couldn't walk in a straight line. Hardly the stuff of legends was it? What about her part in the retrieval of the Pearl? Clearly that wasn't outrageous enough for the general public, unless she could somehow involve back hair in the tale... "There must be a million stories about Jack out there. Can't say I'm entirely impressed with the sea turtle one. It was entirely plausible until the back hair!" " 'ave you ever seen 'is back? There's enough 'air on tha' t' clothe a small colony! Truthfully or not, 's plausible all th' same." Still ambling around the place taking in the details of a blacksmith shop, Anamaria paused at an open furnace, body shifting to a crouched stance as she stared at the flames. There were much more entertaining stories about Sparrow, than the sea turtle escapade, though common sense was keeping them to herself for now. "That's neither a sign nor a signal, that's an absolute confirmation of trouble if you're over ten and running very fast." Alright it wasn't some secret hand gesture that oozed the word 'subtle', but it showed that she had a grasp of what needed doing. What use was a signal anyway? She'd only be needing assistance if she got caught, and that wasn't exactly the plan of action. In fact, her plan was to do things quietly and get rather nicely out of the way before trouble found it's way to her. Eyes still transfixed on the flickering flames, it took a moment for Ana to realize he'd spoken again. "She has?" Oh lord. He didn't hoenstly think she was serious did he? Hand reaching to rub the side of her face, the piratess allowed her neck to turn, eyebrow quirking at the now blushing gentleman. "No." The sarcastic surprise was evident in her voice, but she said nothing more. She couldn't even if she wanted to. Silent laughter was slowly taking over. "Apologies. I'm still perplexed as to how the joke was started in the first place. The thought of those rumors...But I can take a joke, I promise." He promised. She'd hold him to that, next time a quip at his expense sprang to mind. Granted she was more inclined to mock members of the Pearl's crew than him, but if the opportunity arose, she couldn't be held responsible for her actions.Not since he'd just basically signed his own death warrant when it came to her witty repetoire. A girl has to ammuse herself somehow after all. "I always wondered if he's been to China. They say they're held in high regard there and it wouldn't be unlike Jack to make an ally, would it?" Aw. Will Turner was too nice for his own good. He knew perfectly well what Anamaria was implying, but good manners were apparently taking precedence over his need to repay certain unkind rumours. It's not like she'd be telling anyone was it? Nobody even spoke to her these days! Returning to her standing position, the pirate nodded to her current companion as he spoke once again. "Not entirely." It was almost a relief to hear those words. She had no qualms with the principal for which she was acting, but the actual task was positively daunting. When had she ever done something like this on her own, and not being given a cattle brand afterwards? "Y' not the only one..." It was barely more than a whisper, but audible all the same. Perhaps this needed a little more planning...something more concrete than ' watch the boat while I go partake in criminal activity.' |
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| Brendan | 6 Apr 2007, 10:55 PM Post #22 |
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Originally posted by Will. "Dark horse, eh?" "Only around here. I guess people need something to gossip about to get themselves through the day." Will replied with a small sigh, rolling his eyes towards the ceiling and shaking his head. "Outside of Port Royal I doubt anyone would know my name." It had been the most interesting thing to happen in Port Royal in awhile. The Governor's daughter kidnapped, a notorious pirate escaping the gallows, a pirate attack on the town. " 'ave you ever seen 'is back? There's enough 'air on tha' t' clothe a small colony! Truthfully or not, 's plausible all th' same." He wasn't quite sure whether he should laugh or shudder at that. Looking over at Anamaria, he studied her expression for a moment to see if she were serious at not. When she gave nothing away, he frowned. A man's back can't possibly be that hairy...could it? He had been known for being naive beforeand falling for things said. It was apparent Anamaria was one of those types that could fool him if need be. He picked up his sword as a distraction, looking for any knicks in the blade that could be costly in a fight. He found nothing except his name lightly and roughly etched near the hilt, a mark of pride in his craftsmanship of the blade. It was easy enough to tell that he was nervous, but all he had to do was just watch a bloody ship. Nothing more. The weapon meeting his inspection (like it had the day before,) he put it down and turned back to Anamaria. "Y' not the only one..." He gave her a nervous smile, fidgeting and shifting his weight from foot to foot as he tugged on a cuff. Fidgeting like mad. "I guess I'm not the only one then. Perhaps another run through is needed." |
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| Brendan | 6 Apr 2007, 10:56 PM Post #23 |
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Originally posted by Anamaria. "Only around here. I guess people need something to gossip about to get themselves through the day.Outside of Port Royal I doubt anyone would know my name." That wasn't strictly true. People on Tortuga knew of him, although he was joined at the hip with Jack stories. Wherever there was a Sparrow tale, Will would be included, even if it happened something idiotic like ten years earlier. But aside from the small collection of pirates circling the waters, he was indeed unknown. But that was surely a good thing. Being able to blend in without a second glance was useful, even if you did feel decidedly ignored the entire time. "No' entirely. Tortuga knows ya." Eyes drifting back to settle on a slightly confused Mr.Turner, eyebrow quirked as she established he was trying to discern fact from fiction. Apparently to no avail either, as his hands went instinctively to inspect another sword. So this was what he did all day, no wonder the eunuch rumours started...No. That was cruel. She had to think of something else. The plan! That was a good distraction. Though in all honesty there wasn't much of a plan to begin with. Getting arrested was starting to look more and more appealing right now, even if it did still have the aura of stupidity. It wasn't that bad though was it, it had to beat letting Will stand around like some self indulgent noble, watching a single ship. Though if he arrested her to begin with....No. This was just insane. "I guess I'm not the only one then. Perhaps another run through is needed." "Rethink the plan?" |
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| Brendan | 6 Apr 2007, 11:11 PM Post #24 |
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Originally posted by Will. "No' entirely. Tortuga knows ya." Will couldn't be more surprised at the moment. Him? Known in Tortuga? It was Jack who was captain of the Black Pearl and the perpetrator of said plan to get it back. Anamaria should have been in more stories than himself, being that she played an integral part in retrieving the pirate's ship. But him? He refrained from asking the 'really?' question again to sound naive, but couldn't help the small smirk of pride when his back was to her for a moment. People knew him by name for once instead of just 'boy!' Although he wasn't sure he wanted to know what he was involved in in those stories. It was bad enough hearing the ones people could come up with around here, in a pirate town it surely had to be worse. Or perhaps that was where the stories came from after all? "Rethink the plan?" "It wasn't a bad plan at all." Will spoke quickly as he turned to face her. He didn't want her to think that he had seen it as that as all. "But maybe it just needs a few more solid details before we jump in to best eliminate as many risks as possible?" The suggestion came quieter, hesitant. "Or maybe a backup just in case." |
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| Brendan | 6 Apr 2007, 11:11 PM Post #25 |
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Originally posted by Anamaria. "It wasn't a bad plan at all.But maybe it just needs a few more solid details before we jump in to best eliminate as many risks as possible?Or maybe a backup just in case." Anamaria couldn't plan things to save her life, not properly. Alright she'd managed to scrape together a crew once upon a time, sail halfway around the world, and rescue Mr.Sparrow, but her lack of planning had resulted in the loss of said ship. She did far better working from other people's logic and twisting it to suit the situation. Unfortunately that wasn't the case at the moment though. This was entirely between her and Will. "M plannin' 's non existant." She just came right out and said it, feet carrying her casually over to a small wooden stool next to a half full bottle of rum. It didn't take her long to sniff the alcohol out then. Bottle in hand, out came the cork as she took a quick swig. She had no intention of being well and truely drunk for the duration of this rescue, but a little rum here and there calmed her nerves. Usually. The addictive liquid now present in her veins, the young woman flicked her gaze upwards, hazel orbs resting on the form of the blacksmith. She was going to go with the plan she'd dismissed earlier. She'd set them free from the inside. Which left her counter-part in the plan doing what exactly? Watching the ship, ah yes. It was so insane it was perfect. "Watch th' ship while I ge' m'self arrested. No arguments. Ah've got this sussed." Sussed was a bit of an overstatement, she merely had an inclination for what she hoped would happen. But she was going to work it that way, regardless of what happened. Perhaps lady luck was on her side. Pulling herself up from the uncomfortable seat she'd taken, the bottle was placed back atop the stool as she made her way towards the only visible exit. "C'mon. Y've got a ship t' watch." Came the call over her shoulder as she surveyed the locked door. It was now or never, and at least Will had the easy job. |
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| Brendan | 6 Apr 2007, 11:13 PM Post #26 |
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Originally posted by Will. "M plannin' 's non existant." "I wouldn't say that." Will admitted, tilting his head. "If your plan was nonexistant than you would have merely told me that you were making it up as you were going along and therefore would have had no part in it for me. Even if it is something as simple as watching a ship." He thought quietly before speaking. "It's not a bad plan either, just the basics." He watched as she found Brown's recent alcohol acquasition. He probably hadn't even noticed he'd left it behind when he staggered from the smithy. Despite his nervous flutters, Will crossed over to her and held out a hand after she took a sip. "Pass it here. I could use a bit myself if we're going to do this." "Watch th' ship while I ge' m'self arrested. No arguments. Ah've got this sussed." "No arguements to be had here." Why would he? His part of the plan was to simply watch a ship. There was no need for multiple back up plans there most certainly. As she called, he grabbed his coat and hastily pulled it on. Heading up the ramp, he unlocked the door and pulled it open. "Ready as I'll ever be, I suppose." |
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| Brendan | 6 Apr 2007, 11:13 PM Post #27 |
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Originally posted by Anamaria. "I wouldn't say that. If your plan was nonexistant than you would have merely told me that you were making it up as you were going along and therefore would have had no part in it for me. Even if it is something as simple as watching a ship.It's not a bad plan either, just the basics." Making it up as she went along...so that's what she should've done!It might've made things a damn sight easier, especially with rum clouding her vision.But no, this was a good plan, even if it was, as Will said, the basics. There was still the very small matter of how exactly she was going to get arrested, but she'd allow creativity to find a solution. Snapping from her chain of thought as he extended his hand, Anamaria quirked an eyebrow. "Pass it here. I could use a bit myself if we're going to do this." Do what? He had the easy part! Just stand around watching the best ship within a ten mile radius. She was the one commiting criminal offences for the good of other human souls. Though in retrospect he might blend in a little better with some rum infused goodness. Fingers curling around the bottle, the pirate passed it to her partner in crime for this adventure, the fond memory of exploits abord the Pearl creeping into her mind. Everyone always got marginally drunk before some grand adventure. It was almost a tradition. "No arguements to be had here." So they were good to go..ish. The plan was positively insane, which was quite likely the main reason they could pull it off. Doubt quickly cast aside, as Will made his way up the ramp and opened the door. "Ready as I'll ever be, I suppose." He supposed?Gee, Turner, that sounds so very confident of you. Hand raising to give him a bit of a push out of the door, Anamaria adjusted her hat and stepped outside into the street. It was quite a shock to be honest, the smithy was dark, and this...this light was blinding! A few moments of regaining her vision was all it took to spy the easiest way to get arrested. Attack a marine. "Guess this 's where you an' Ah, part company." She had her gaze fixed on her target, and without letting rational thought take over at all she took a few steps in that direction. This would be....interesting. |
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| Brendan | 6 Apr 2007, 11:14 PM Post #28 |
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Originally posted by Brendan. The sun beamed down on the world, casting its friendly light and warmth like an approving smile. There was hardly a cloud in the sky and a light breeze murmured through the streets, bringing fleeting relief from the day's heat. It was a beautiful day. Brendan saw none of it. His mind was preoccupied with the stern dressing down he had received from Captain Collins regarding his decidedly un-marine-like behaviour at the Torrington's ball. The corporal knew he was lucky to have kept his stripes but the sentence of ten days' patrol duty in town and no liberty for a month made up for that. His squad had greeted him with cheers and backslaps when he had returned from the Captain's office, having somehow heard of his actions at the ball. Despite his gloomy mood, he enjoyed the adulation from his mates. It had buoyed his spirits. Now he was trudging along the street with his musket slung over one shoulder, performing yet another sweep of the markets. His squad was spread out behind him, the formation loose owing to the crowds. He was only barely paying attention to his surroundings. What could possibly happen on such a glorious day as this? |
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| Brendan | 6 Apr 2007, 11:15 PM Post #29 |
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Originally posted by Anamaria. (OOC: Mild power playing to knock him down. Please don't hang me!) It seemed rather cruel to go up to someone and simply attack them without any cause what so ever, but the pirate was willing to do just that if a reason managed to escape her. She needed something, anything, to perhaps justify such crude behaviour. Eyes turning to survey the surroundings, hazel hues locked onto a creamy sail in the distance. Mouth opening ever so slightly to spread into an illuminating smile, Anamaria breathed a small sigh of relief. She'd just found her reason. Over the years, the Jamaican had owned multiple ships. The majority of which had either been commandeered, or sunk at the hands of fellow pirates and on the odd occasion at the hands of the Royal Navy. The latter would be her reason. She was simply irritated at having lost a ship, and irrational though it was, she was instinctively lashing out, like everyone else would in the same situation. Beautiful. She almost believed it herself. Hat currently masking her facial features in shadow, loose clothes clung slightly to her figure as she walked closer. So much for looking like a man the whole time... She wasn't that obvious though, thank god. That might prompt being shot on sight! Now merely inches away from the marine, Ana acted. Hands reaching for the musket kept rather idiotically at his shoulder, the former rum runner, pulled it from his grasp, before using it to smack it's owner to the floor. It wasn't polite. It wasn't even sensible. But she needed to put on a good show in order to pull this scenario off. Allowing her face to twist into an irritated expression, lips parted to issue their accusation. "You sunk my ship!" By 'you' she meant the navy in general, but she doubted very much that that would provide much comfort to poor Brendan. She'd only knocked him to the ground, mind, she hadn't actually hurt him yet. Well she hoped not, because that might warrant some rather untimely punishment. Throwing the musket to the ground, Anamaria looked positively infuriated, as she stood there, awaiting the consequences of what might happen. She didn't want to damage him too much, but perhaps a few cuts and bruises would do wonders for her reputation... the pirate shook her head, trying to remove said thoughts from her mind. God knows what Will must've thought. |
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| Brendan | 6 Apr 2007, 11:17 PM Post #30 |
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Originally posted by Will. "Guess this 's where you an' Ah, part company." "It is. I'll go down to the docks and make sure your ship is watched." Will replied quietly as they exited the shop. He made sure it was locked and then followed her down the alley, the way she was going also the same way to the docks. As they emerged from the alley, Anamaria seemed to have found her target. Will knew he should have taken off by that point, but curiosity led him to want to stick around and make sure things didn't go horribly wrong. Instead, he backed up by the smithy statue and waited. His eyebrows rose in surprise at her attack. It shouldn't have been as much, but she did have a very true point to her attack. Someone had sunk her ship, arguably it had been Barbossa, but that wasn't to say she hadn't lost ships before. He did feel bad for the poor marine who had become her target. |
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| Brendan | 6 Apr 2007, 11:18 PM Post #31 |
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Originally posted by Gillette. (ooc-okay, at least I got Gillette in now...so, I'll get more of what I promised in the next one, Anamaria--just he needs to know she's a woman first  )For some rather unfathomable reason Gillette was down in the markets with the young Midshipman Evans, neither currently on duty, and neither terribly happy with each others company. The twelve year old pointedly ignored Gillette's last question and instead pointed over to a group of marines and asked his own. "Look, it's McIntyre, wonder what's got him out here on market patrol? Care to share?" Gillette rolled his eyes. Honestly the young boy was as gossipy as an old maid. He turned to at least look where Evans was looking when his eyes went wide and he took off to where Brendan was, Evans close on his heels. The person who had approached the marine, had his face hidden from his angle by a hat, and had struck down the marine with his own weapon. The audacity of it! Gillette had taken off, not waiting to see how the squad would react--most likely quickly, but he felt off duty or not he could at least give some manner of help, even if all it was was to shoo away onlookers which, judging by the number of people out shopping today for their all important goods, could prove to be quite a crowd. |
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| Brendan | 6 Apr 2007, 11:19 PM Post #32 |
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Originally posted by Brendan. The attack was as sudden as it was unexpected. Hands closed around his musket and jerked it from his shoulder. He staggered sideways, his fingers burning from the harsh friction caused by the sling sliding roughly out of his grasp. A second later the musket butt slammed into his back and he toppled like a sack of rocks. His hat tumbled off his head as his skull cracked against the uneven cobblestones. Stars burst across his vision at the impact. Distantly he heard a voice shouting, "You sunk my ship!" I did? Brendan thought dazedly, his head throbbing madly. It hurt to think. The bright light of the sun wasn't helping. He closed his eyes, hearing his musket clatter to the ground nearby. That had to a good thing. At least it wasn't going to be used against him any further. Boots drummed the ground toward him. He could feel the vibrations through the cobblestones. His squad coming to his aid. Good lads. He opened his eyes for a second but hurriedly squeezed them shut again. The light sent shards of pain ricocheting through his skull. It was better to lie there as the waves of dizziness began. Voices were shouting above him but he didn't move. Something warm began to ooze down the side of his face. Perhaps he'd hit the wrong cobblestone when he'd fallen. |
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| Brendan | 6 Apr 2007, 11:20 PM Post #33 |
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Originally posted by Anamaria. This wasn't going the way it was supposed to. The visible signs of life infused liquid trailing from his head, made Anamaria's stomach lurch. That really wasn't supposed to happen. Alright, he could fall, get up, have a bit of a fist fight and then blam! it was time for an arrest. But right now, the poor chap was staying down, and the original plan had gone straight to the depths. She couldn't just leave him like that, not right now. Kneeling down, the pirate shifted her gaze sideways, scanning for any blatantly obvious marines that would shoot her down. There were some on their way, the echoing footsteps told her that much. But hey, why not increase the insanity a bit more by helping. Tongue moistening her lips a little before they parted to speak, the pirate kept her voice low. "Y'daft git. Y'weren't s'posed to smack y' head." Ebony hands reaching to tear a small piece of her sleeve, the fabric was pressed against his head before pallid hues flicked through the crowd. She could see the vivid colours of the uniform now...it would only be a minute before the entire squad was here. Exhaling, the former rum runner brought her head closer, to try and make her voice even quieter. "Ah'm sorry. Girl's gotta do, what a girl's gotta do." It took a second for Ana to actually realise what she'd just said. Thank god the marine was that far out of it he wouldn't notice...she was supposed to be posing as a man, not openly admiting otherwise. She would've said something else, but her attention was quickly diverted as the squad apparently arrived. Hands grabbing her by the shoulders to drag her away from the fallen marine, the pirate muttered all manner of obscenitites as several muskets were trained on her. Yeah sure....shoot first, ask questions later. Not that it mattered all that much. Somewhat apprehensive gaze drifting to the marines aiding Brendan, Anamaria swallowed. She'd actually drawn blood. |
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| Brendan | 6 Apr 2007, 11:20 PM Post #34 |
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Originally posted by Lord Cutler Beckett. Lord Beckett walked slowly through the market district of Port Royal; it was quite a distasteful area as far as market districts go. The Caribbean was not an unpleasant place, in fact, he could see himself retiring here someday; setting up a nice estate and growing some sugar cane or something. Port Royal, as all the Caribbean, however, had one main element that was sure to raise his ire� pirates. It was not enough that they flouted the King�s law, which he did too from time to time, but through striking at merchants and population centers they struck at the lifeline and customers of the East Indian Trading Company. Anything that struck at the Company, of course, struck at him as well. So now Lord Beckett, with Mercer trailing behind, stepped along the cobbled streets to oversee the new shipment of slaves that had arrived. Word was out for an auction today and as one of the ranking members of the Company in the area he was there to make sure that the Company got their proper cut; with a goodly amount skimmed for his personal fortune as well. Suddenly the noise of running footsteps came up from behind him, he turned, placing a hand on the hilt of his sword and noticing that Mercer�s blade was already in his hand. The sight of a company of redcoat marines coming up fast allowed to relax and he stepped aside with an overly gracious wave of his hand. Following them, he noticed that they had sized a dark man, whom apparently had attacked another marine. A drunken rage no doubt. He recognized that Lieutenant moving the crowd along, such a shelly wee man, a toady to that buffoon Norrington. If he would actually do his job and clear the lanes of pirates, rather than letting them escape the Company would be much better off. Stepping forward he brushed past the Lieutenant briskly and paused to take in the scene. A bloody marine, a small swarthy man, and a group of marines holding him. Nothing seemed to concern him, so her turned to go until Mercer slid alongside him and whispered in his ear� �Look at �is head, guv. Why would a drunk knock someone down and bandage it wif �is own sleeve?� �Quite right, Mercer,� Beckett replied. �Commander of marines, bring the prisoner forward.� The marines stepped forward with the prisoner, who sure as Mercer said, was missing a small patch of his shirt. �It�s awfully nice of you to bandage the head of a man you�ve just attacked,� Beckett purred. He stopped forward to smell his shirt. �A while you might need a bath, I�d say it�s doubtful that you could claim spirits was all that influenced you.� Stepping back, he sighed. �If the good Commodore Norrington can�t do his job,� he said loud enough for Gillett to hear, �I suppose I must. Take the prisoner to the fort�� Mercer stepped forward with another low whisper. Beckett�s eyebrows raised as a small smile turned the corners of his mouth� �Actually, Commander, belay that order,� Beckett said, stepping forward. Like a cat toying with a helpless mouse, he circled the prisoner again and again, before suddenly grabbing him and moving his shirt aside. His eyes quickly took in a certain mark, a brand, not that noticeable to others, but certainly noticeable to him, �E.I.C.�. Stepping forward to he stared straight into the eyes of the dusky captive. �It appears,� Beckett said, speaking to the marines, yet never letting his gaze waiver, �that you�ve found something that belongs to me or, more properly, to the East India Trading Company, through me. Unless, of course, the prisoner has papers of freedom or a bill of sale, perhaps?� |
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| Brendan | 6 Apr 2007, 11:21 PM Post #35 |
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Originally posted by Brendan. OOC - NPCing Quintin, as Brendan's relatively out of things at the moment. IC - Being the second-most senior marine present, after Brendan, Quintin had assumed the role of leader. He noted the appearance of a well-dressed man on the scene, as he was directing two marines to guard their prisoner. It'd nearly been a far worse spectacle when the squad saw their corporal struck down with his own musket. Marines didn't take it too well when one of their own was attacked in broad daylight. Or any time. �Commander of marines, bring the prisoner forward.� Quintin bristled at the man's brusque command. He wore no Navy uniform and the marine didn't recognise him as an officer. Still, it was a command and he obeyed it. The man leaned forward to sniff the prisoner's clothing, speaking in a contemptuous voice that Quintin didn't much care for. �If the good Commodore Norrington can�t do his job, I suppose I must. Take the prisoner to the fort�� At this, Quintin felt his temper stirring. It was one thing to push the marines around - it was their lot in life, more or less. But for this bloke to mock a senior-ranking Navy official in such fashion... "Bleedin' wig," Quintin muttered under his breath. Commodore Norrington could whip this insolent sod in two heartbeats. �Actually, Commander, belay that order.� The rank's Private, you little sod, Quintin thought but said nothing. �It appears that you�ve found something that belongs to me or, more properly, to the East India Trading Company, through me. Unless, of course, the prisoner has papers of freedom or a bill of sale, perhaps?� Ah. Of course. One of those money-hungry bastards who claimed to be decent tradesmen. What a load of rot. Quintin's neck grew warmer as he clenched his jaw. He resented being played about by this blackguard. Turning his back on the man, he pointed out two marines. "Carter, Watkins. Get Corporal McIntyre up an' secure 'is musket. Davenport, Abbott, you two lads stay wiv this bastard wot 'it 'im. Do whatever this..." Quintin tried to come up with a word that would express his distaste for the pompous arse standing near him while sparing him future repercussions, but nothing suitable came to mind. "This gennelman tells yer. The rest a you lads, let's us get our corporal to the sawbones." Facing the Trading Company man, Quintin barely kept a scowl from his face. "Name's Private, sar, I ain't no commander a nuffin." The bold comment would no doubt cost him badly but he found the pleasure that came with speaking his mind worth the expense. Smiling slightly to himself, Quintin gathered his marines for the slow trek back up to the fort. Stupid bugger, he thought. |
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