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| The Printer and His Apprentice; (Ruben & Horace) | |
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| Topic Started: 22 Dec 2007, 09:29 PM (2,072 Views) | |
| Monkey | 12 Mar 2009, 03:46 AM Post #71 |
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Ana was somewhat surprised when Ruben joined her on the floor, but once they were situated, she found that she rather liked the coziness of the situation. It was like old times when she and her cousins used to sit around at night and tell ghost stories to the younger children before bed. This one would certainly qualify for a ghost story. She might have been much more frightened as a lass if she had known such things existed. "Though the walking dead bit is certainly a new angle. It becomes hard to tell if such talk is just idle gossip or almost factual." "Oh, I assure you it's factual," she said. "I'd have never believed it myself if I hadn't been there to see it." A small shudder ran through her at the recollection and she took another drink of rum to prepare herself for the story. He gestured with his hand for her to continue. "Please go on, and tell it how you like. I'll worry about marketability." "Alright then, I'll let you add whatever romance you think is necessary, because unfortunately, this story has nothing to do with that. Captain Sparrow had stolen my boat and left me stranded here in Tortuga. So when I heard a short time later that he had returned and was hiring a crew, I went looking for the bloody thief. I couldn't care less what his next venture was, all I wanted was compensation for my boat and passage home. But then he offered the Interceptor to the crew, so that was when I decided to go with him." She stopped and considered where to go with the story from there. It took another drink of rum to help her carry on as the pictures of what she saw that night began to run through her mind again, pictures that had only become more gruesome over time as her personal fear and imagination blew them out of proportion. After a moment, she continued the story by telling how they set sail through a stormy sea against their first mate's better judgment, the crazed look in Jack's eyes as they closed in on the Black Pearl's location, the shark infested waters that surrounded Isla de Muerta where they were barely able to navigate their ship without colliding with the wreckage of previous, less fortunate vessels, how Jack fell behind and they sailed away with the Interceptor only to be chased and overtaken by Barbossa and his crew, then... She realized that was where her first-hand account was no longer so interesting. There were other things which had happened where she had to fill in the gaps with second-hand information, like the rescue of the governor's daughter at Isla de Muerta, but those were small things. The fight to the death between Jack and Barbossa was the climax of the whole story, and she hadn't witnessed it. She was locked away in the Pearl's brig. She sort of lost some of her steam upon that realization and finished with, "Well, once we were locked squarely away in the brig, Barbossa went back to the Chest of Cortez to lift the curse. Meanwhile, Commodore Norrington brought Jack back to the island, and there they fought until Jack had finally shot him. After that, Jack was taken back to Port Royal to be hanged, but William Turner rescued him." She stopped again and started fidgeting with her bottle of rum. She was almost finished with it by then but felt a little strange about drinking the rest. The rum had been given to her in exchange for a good story, and she felt as though she might not have held up her end of the bargain. |
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| Ruben Velazquez | 18 Mar 2009, 02:49 PM Post #72 |
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Ruben listened very closely as Anamaria told her story. He began to wonder if he should have brought some paper and a pen with him to write some of the details down, but he was sure he could remember the gist of the story. Details were what he added later anyway, to spice up the tale. There needed to be romance somewhere, though he supposed the situation with the blacksmith and the governor's daughter was the best angle to go after. The poor pauper and the rich noblewoman. Perhaps he could make her some distant princess related to the king and the boy could be something even lower than a blacksmith, which would make their romance all the more challenging. Sparrow was a character in his own right, and Ruben had heard plenty of stories about the man to already picture what he must be like. Actually perhaps the best idea was to tell the story from Sparrow's point of view. Sparrow tales were popular around Tortuga, so if his first printed novel was about the infamous pirate they might be more interested in reading it. It would involve even more imagination since Anamaria's tale left out many of Jack's experiences, but Ruben enjoyed filling those gaps. Plenty of things to make up there. He listened to her story to the end, and found she was quite good at telling tales. Most pirates seemed to have a knack for that. "Well, once we were locked squarely away in the brig, Barbossa went back to the Chest of Cortez to lift the curse. Meanwhile, Commodore Norrington brought Jack back to the island, and there they fought until Jack had finally shot him. After that, Jack was taken back to Port Royal to be hanged, but William Turner rescued him." Ruben smiled and clapped. "Bravo! Marvelous tale, thank you for telling it! Finally I have something more concrete than half-formed rumors and conflicting ideas. Yours will be the basis for the novel, along with imaginative interjections by myself." He raised his now-empty bottle. "Thank you, milady. Oh, by the way, do you know how to read?" |
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| Monkey | 25 Mar 2009, 01:07 PM Post #73 |
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Ana wasn't expecting the positive response she received from Ruben. She felt like she had let him down, but his enthusiasm said otherwise. Either he was impressed with her skills as a storyteller, or he did a good job of making her feel that way. Either way, she appreciated it. She raised her bottle of rum with his then drank the last bit. "Thank you, milady. Oh, by the way, do you know how to read?" Ana's face lit up. "Aye, I certainly do. Why do you ask?" she said. It was a skill that had been passed down for generations in her family since it was taught to her great grandfather by his owner's daughter. Most people in her family's social standing, and even many in somewhat higher standing, didn't have that skill, and Ana liked to show it off whenever she had the opportunity. Not to mention it was rather handy for acquiring information when those around her assumed she was illiterate and began passing letters to one another. Playing dumb sometimes had its benefits. However, tonight, she found she was more interested in impressing her host than playing dumb. She was being ridiculous, she told herself. All she came here to do was to buy a map and be off on her own business. Instead, she was sharing a bottle of rum with a near stranger, one of questionable integrity and certainly capable of mischief according to the drunken boy, and telling him all about herself. Showing off for him, in a sense. What had gotten into her? One would think that after all her time spent among pirates, she would know better than that. But then, the men Jack hired for his crew did have a way of encouraging a person to let their guard down, the silly oafs that most of them were. |
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| Ruben Velazquez | 29 Mar 2009, 08:28 PM Post #74 |
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Ruben's brows lifted in surprise. "You do?" he said. Well, that was unexpected, and interesting. Where had she learned to read? Maybe her family. It certainly hadn't been from him, that was for sure. So much for that angle. Ruben had a feeling this lady wouldn't exactly go for his reading lesson proposal like he gave to some of the other ladies anyway. This one would probably shoot him in the face. He'd rather that didn't happen. "Well I'm impressed," he said, smiling. "It's rare to find a young woman with that ability, especially on Tortuga. I only ask because sometimes I teach other people how to read. Also it would be nice to know someone could read my book when I'm finally finished writing it." He sighed and leaned back against the chair, stretching his legs out in front of him. Then he stretched his arms and torso, grunting as the muscles strained. He let them fall to his lap as he stared at the ceiling for a moment, then looked at the woman. "Well, consider the price for the map paid. You are free to return to whence you came." He grinned. "Thank you again for the story. Very enlightening and inspiring." |
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| Monkey | 18 Apr 2009, 06:40 AM Post #75 |
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"I only ask because sometimes I teach other people how to read. Also it would be nice to know someone could read my book when I'm finally finished writing it." "I would love to read your book!" Ana told him with perhaps a little too much enthusiasm. Afterall, this had the potential of making her famous as well as Jack. And wouldn't Jack be pleased to know that she had told his story to an actual printer, someone who could bind it up and sell it all over the world. Then she sobered up suddenly when she remembered that Jack was hanging from the gallows in Port Royal as likely as not, and would probably never know. She hadn't told Ruben that part of the story. "It will be nice to read about Jack," she said with a little bit of sadness. "Well, consider the price for the map paid. You are free to return to whence you came." "Thank you. It was a pleasure," she said, attempting to sound as courteous as she knew how, and she stood up to leave with her map in hand. She would head back to the Pearl now to put the map away, then she thought she might head back into town to see what sort of mischief there was to get into while the night was still young. ((Fin)) |
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