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| Seaside Serenade; Miss Swann | |
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| Topic Started: 28 May 2008, 06:48 AM (116 Views) | |
| Welkin Thorne | 28 May 2008, 06:48 AM Post #1 |
 
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She had gone almost peacefully, and it wasn't until her lungs were half full of water that she began to struggle. He had watched her with a sadistically angelic expression as he let go and she sunk down into the water. Eventually her movements ceased and she hovered in the water, her hair and dress flowing slowly with the current. She was a whore from town, and she had no family and few friends. She wouldn't be missed. Unfortunately being a whore meant she wore fewer layers than most women, so she wouldn't be underwater for too long. Less to weigh her down. He tore himself away from the beautiful sight and kicked his way back up to the surface. Thanks to his blood he was able to breathe just fine underwater, but he relished the feeling of the cool night air as it rushed into his lungs. He could smell the sea, and the breeze was calm, and the sky was bright with moonlight. A perfectly lovely evening for murdering those despicable women. It would be even more wonderful if it was his mother hovering dead at the bottom of the sea. But such a thing couldn't kill her. He didn't know what could kill her. And deep down he knew even if he was given the opportunity, he wouldn't be able to hurt her at all. She always managed to hypnotize him. For a few minutes he floated on his back and let the waves carry him to the shore. It was a nice night, but he had to be getting back to town before he was missed. He had left Chadwick's service, but he was staying at another inn where he had several admirers. He was expecting a marvelous dinner by the time he returned. Killing always drained him of a little bit of energy, and a large meal would be just the ticket. His feet found the ground and he sloshed his way up to the beach. He was in nothing but his shirt and breeches, and after his dip they clung heavy against his body. His mother had a way of drying him off that he wished he had. It was a pain trying to dry himself off fast enough. At least the Caribbean climate made it easy, and he was usually dry enough by the time he went back to town. As he looked up, he stopped moving. There was someone else there on the beach. |
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| Elizabeth Swann | 28 May 2008, 08:05 PM Post #2 |
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It was late, far too late for any woman to be out on her own. Of course, if Elizabeth's father had his way, she would never be out by herself, even in broad daylight. But Elizabeth found that so long as she didn't advertise her little excursions and instructed Estrella well on what to say, there was no problem. And even if there was, what else was she to do tonight? She couldn't sleep. Her father would say it was because she had stayed in bed for so long, but was there really any point in getting up early just to go to bed earlier? Elizabeth thought not, and she doubted that her habit of getting up late had much to do with anything. It had been such a terribly boring day; that was the problem. Things had happened, of course - the usual course of events, no more, no less - but still, nothing had seemed to entertain her. She had tried to sit down with a book, but found she lacked the patience to read. She had then gone to visit William, but of course he had been busy, and she hadn't stayed long. And now - well, now the day was over and she ought to be getting to bed, but she knew she would never sleep if she didn't do something to rid herself of some excess energy. A walk had seemed as good an option as any - a nice, calm trip to the beach. It ought to be safe. It was late enough that the lawful people were at home, and early enough that the less lawful people were likely to wait a bit longer before they ventured out. A simple dress, not too much jewellery - Elizabeth wasn't likely to attract much attention, she hoped. And indeed, she went all but unnoticed, safely reaching the city limits. The air was wonderful, as was the solitude. Elizabeth usually preferred company, but on a day like this, being outside alone was almost an adventure in itself. She could forget who she was, forget all her petty concerns, and have just a little taste of freedom. Until she got to the beach. Noticing something floating in the water, Elizabeth stayed in the shadows of the trees, suddenly worried for her safety. It was ridiculous, of course. She had no reason to worry, and she refused to simply leave. She wanted to know what was going on, to prove that she had nothing to fear; after all, if she had to fear for her safety even in something so casual as taking a walk, where would it stop? She kept her eyes on the floating mass, therefore, determined to see what it was. A man, it seemed - but why would he float instead of swimming? Eventually he moved and walked ashore, but Elizabeth was barely watching him at that point. Another mass floated to the surface, a woman by her clothes, and Elizabeth knew that something was wrong. A man, floating, now standing on the beach looking tired, completely soaked - and now a woman? Under other circumstances, Elizabeth might have suspected a lovers' meeting, but those didn't usually take place deep in the sea, and if they did, surely the people involved would know how to swim? This was not right. Then Elizabeth realised that the woman was floating face down. Elizabeth felt her stomach clench and she gasped, abandoning all caution and running to the beach. "Hurry!" she shouted at the dazed-looking man - more of a boy, now that she saw him up close - pointing at the woman far behind him. "She's -..." What was she - drowning or already dead? And who was supposed to do something about it, anyway? The young man was probably in no state, and Elizabeth wasn't much of a swimmer - besides, the woman seemed so far away... Why was there no one around to help? Elizabeth looked at the young man, wide-eyed, hoping for some sort of sign or idea what to do. |
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| Welkin Thorne | 2 Jun 2008, 04:57 AM Post #3 |
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Welkin could have kicked himself for his negligence, and this woman for her brains. What was the matter with her, coming out there in the dark? Especially when he'd just killed someone, and didn't have the energy to kill again so soon. It was a pity too; she was very beautiful. She didn't look familiar either so she must not have been a whore. Actually killing her could cause problems because he didn't know who she was exactly. He quickly tried to think of an excuse for his presence and state of dress as he slowly ambled up the beach. She seemed distracted by something else. "Hurry! She's -..." Welkin carefully glanced over his shoulder. The woman he'd killed had broken the surface already. He'd spent too much time dawdling in the waves on his return to shore, and now he was paying for it. But how in the world was he going to explain this? He could only really think of one thing, and he hoped this woman would be dumb enough to fall for it. He let out a heavy sigh. "She's dead," he murmured, passing a hand over his face and settling it on his eyes. He mustered up as much charm as he could to appear pitiable before setting eyes on the woman. "Drowned...I couldn't save her." |
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| Elizabeth Swann | 8 Jun 2008, 10:38 PM Post #4 |
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Something was wrong. Elizabeth could tell from the young man's expression as he lay eyes on her: it made her feel... something bad. It was no surprise, therefore, when he told her the woman floating in the sea was dead. She had feared as much already, and his behaviour now confirmed the ominous look he had given her. Oh, but he must be devastated... "I'm so sorry," Elizabeth said with a pained voice, all sympathy. "What happened?" Trying to save someone and then lose them was a horrible thing to happen, no matter what the circumstances - but Elizabeth wanted to know, wanted to share the man's pain so she could comfort him and try to make him feel better. Not that she would truly be able to do so, but she wanted to try. "Did you know her?" she added helpfully. That had to be the most tactless question Elizabeth had ever asked, but for once it wasn't deliberately so. She didn't mean to imply anything - at least, not in a judgmental kind of way. It stood to reason that the boy and the girl had known each other; it would have been an awful coincidence if they had simply happened to be at the beach at the same time. Elizabeth didn't care if it had been a rendezvous of a sinful nature; it may have been or it may not have been, but she really didn't need to know. She did want to know what his relationship with the girl had been, though. She needed to know, so she could understand what the man was going through. "We should alert some marines," Elizabeth said pensively, glancing at the still floating body. "They will carry her to town... so she can have a proper funeral." She looked at the young man, trying to catch his gaze with hers. Somehow it felt as if she could help him that way, sending him strength by the sympathy apparent in her eyes. That had to help him - there was nothing else she could do. |
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| Welkin Thorne | 13 Jun 2008, 03:10 AM Post #5 |
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"I'm so sorry," Elizabeth said with a pained voice, all sympathy. "What happened? Did you know her?" she added helpfully. Welkin nodded and ran a hand through his hair. Water dripped off and plopped onto the sand. "Yes. I was very...close to her. Unfortunately things had to change, and I had to stop seeing her." He looked at the ground as if having difficulty with the subject. In truth he was making everything up on the spot. Well, mostly. He had been close with the woman. Very close. He swallowed. "She didn't like hearing that, so she drowned herself. I couldn't stop her....I feel terrible...It's all my fault. I should have done something..." "We should alert some marines," Elizabeth said pensively, glancing at the still floating body. "They will carry her to town... so she can have a proper funeral." Welkin could have cursed. He was glad he wasn't facing this girl, or else his expression would have certainly raised suspicion. He couldn't have cared less about the body. More food for the fishes, and another person for the Locker. But he couldn't say no to her request. She would wonder why he rejected the idea. He wasn't eager to call any marines though. "I doubt she'll be able to receive one," he murmured, clearing his throat to take the hardness out of his voice. "She was a...prostitute. She doesn't have any family here." He turned to look at the body and grimaced again, making sure his hair hung in front of his face. "I'll have to bury her myself, I suppose." |
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| Elizabeth Swann | 16 Jun 2008, 08:28 PM Post #6 |
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Oh, the poor man... The girl had drowned herself after being rejected? How horrible! It reminded Elizabeth of what she had done to Norrington. Not that James would ever do anything this drastic, of course, but she had worried. Sometimes she still worried, but it became increasingly less often as time passed. "She was a...prostitute. She doesn't have any family here. I'll have to bury her myself, I suppose." "Oh, I see," was Elizabeth's somewhat embarrassed reaction upon hearing the woman's profession. She didn't judge the man for his choice in company, but she wasn't sure how to respond to the information. Elizabeth would have been happy to appeal to her father for funds, but a prostitute... It was obvious that the woman couldn't get a proper burial then - and Elizabeth couldn't ask her father for money then either. The governor was easily persuaded, but that didn't mean she could get away with everything. This just kept getting worse. It had to be the single most terrible day in this man's life, and Elizabeth was powerless to help. Desperate to reach out, she touched his arm, hoping to draw his attention away from the floating corpse. "If there's anything I can do... please let me know. I will do everything I can." While Elizabeth was sincere, she supposed that there was little enough to do now, except waiting for the body to drift ashore - and, compassionate or not, she would not help the man dig a grave. Perhaps it was time to leave him alone with his thoughts. "I'm afraid I must head home before my father begins to worry... If you need anything, call at the governor's mansion anytime, and ask for Elizabeth Swann." She smiled a little at this revelation, smiling seeming more supportive than crying, and briefly wondered if she should ask the man for his name. She quickly discarded the idea. Considering the circumstances, it would be logical if he preferred not to give it, and she didn't want to impose. "My condolences." ((If you're done with Liz on the beach, feel free to assume she wanders off to go home.)) |
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| Welkin Thorne | 21 Jun 2008, 03:47 AM Post #7 |
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"If there's anything I can do... please let me know. I will do everything I can." Welkin continued to stare out at the drifting body. He knew what this woman could do. She could leave already. Then he could take care of the body and make sure no one found it, or if they did it would be some other place on the island and the woman would be too distorted for anyone to recognize her. Plus no one would really go looking, and hopefully no one would think to blame Welkin for it. "I'm afraid I must head home before my father begins to worry... If you need anything, call at the governor's mansion anytime, and ask for Elizabeth Swann. My condolences." After she said her name Welkin slowly turned his head around to give her a blank stare. The governor's daughter. That explained why she was out there alone. She was a spoiled brat, though a very beautiful spoiled brat. And connections to the governor. His stint with Lord Chadwick wasn't going terribly well, and if this woman was that easy to manipulate it might be worth looking into getting a job with her father. Wouldn't that just be a cushy job. He wondered if he could live in their mansion. This girl was too well-known for him to target but there might be servants or slaves.... He dipped his head. "Thank you Miss Swann. I'll remember your kindness. Walk safely." He glanced toward the body again as Miss Swann started back into town. "You never know what's lurking," he mumbled with a smile. ((End! Yis?)) |
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