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| Tia Dalma | 27 Nov 2007, 04:22 PM Post #1 |
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Tia Dalma placed a jar back on the shelf, and sent a glance to the pot cooking in the corner of her hut that was the kitchen. It did have a lovely scent, but was not quite done yet. She sat down in her chair, just resting a bit. It wasn’t yet, but she would have a visitor today, she knew that much. She could feel it in the air, as always. It was still too far away in time, she had no idea of the name and why the visitor would come here. But if it was a man, she would be able to tell soon. Men were easy, she’d know the moment he entered through her door. Then she would hopefully know his name, and be able to read his face and eyes to know at least some of the reason why he was coming. The tea she was cooking was for the visitor who would come. She’d leave it in the pot until he came, so it wouldn’t cool too much down. Tia stared at the door, as if that would make someone open it. But it didn’t happen, of course. She couldn’t do such things anymore. If she wanted the door to open, someone else had to do it, or she had to leave the chair, walk to the door and open it herself. It had been like this for years. And all because of… no, she thought and left the chair. He did not even deserve her remembering him! She stirred a bit in the tea, and looked out the window. It was still daytime, and above the jungle the sun was shining. Tia went outside through the backdoor, to sit by a small table and a bench she had placed out here. She opened a little bag attached to her dress, and poured the contents – crab claws – into her hand. Tia closed her eyes for a moment, just holding them, then she opened her hand and led it to her mouth. “Crabs… tell me what he wants…” she whispered the words in a strange language, unknown to most these days; whispered them to the spirits of the crabs, still held within the dead claws. Then she threw the crab claws onto the table, and sat there for a long time just staring at them. Over and over she tried to figure out what they were saying, hoping it would be different than the first interpretion she did. But they said what they said. It could be no different than it was, and the crabs always told the truth. She would never dare to doubt them, for they were her only connection to the Sea these days. Tia had not sailed on it since she had the hut built here, and she would not enter the Sea for many years, or so she hoped. There were powers on the Seas she did not wish to meet, and yet… it seemed as if it would come to her, at least in some form, soon. With a sigh she picked up the claws, placed them in the bag again and went into the hut to stir in the pot again. |
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| Sean Brice | 27 Nov 2007, 09:35 PM Post #2 |
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The jungle surrounding the river was ominous in its darken state, and he could swear that he felt eyes watching him as the oars glided back into the water with a quiet splash. He had lost sight of his ship a few bends back, and he couldn’t help but imagine that might have been the point of this places location, but he wasn’t too worried about it, which could be foolish on his part. Still, he could not deny the odd sense of familiarity that this place had, especially as he rowed deeper into the dense jungle. The river continued, but he was more interested in the small stream that fed into it, flowing that into a dark swamp, almost hidden completely from the sun, even though it was hanging high in the sky. It reminded him of Africa, and the places he had been there. Places where man was not intended to tread, not for very long anyway, where magic and the supernatural existed still. It was odd, Sean mused, that he would find some sort of comfort in that unknown, but he had felt it, been apart of it, enough that the fear had been replaced by an inkling of knowledge. Resigned to the fact that much of what could, or would, happen was beyond his control, he continued on his watery path deeper into the jungle. He came here to expand that knowledge, in a way. His meeting with Jones still preyed heavily on his mind, and he had little desire to let himself be a slave to the captain of the Flying Dutchman’s whims. Jones might fancy himself the Sea itself, but he was an entity, and beings could always be resisted or dismissed, if one had the right knowledge. Sean had also accepted that this visit would, perhaps, result in little to no help for him directly, but the possibility that it might was something he could not ignore. Rumors persisted of the voodoo witch that lived in this swamp, who had the uncanny ability to see into men’s souls and possessed control over the magics that persisted in this world. The rumors could, of course, have been completely false, but given the nature of things, it was better to be certain one way or another then let opportunity slip through one’s fingers. Which led Sean to this place, the Maiden berthed just offshore, and on this particular path to finding the answers that he sought. Lights shimmered through the vegetation as he continued to row, cutting through the dark waters as he entered the small formation of huts. The eyes, he could still feel them, stronger now then they had been before. Wary, he glanced around slightly as the small boat came to a rest at the larger hut in the middle of the swamp. A chill ran down his spine, but even that didn’t dissuade him. He had felt it many times before when dealing with such things as voodoo, and it served as a confirmation that he was, in fact, in the first place. He tied the boat up to the small landing and stepped out, his boats causing the boards beneath them to creak quietly as he walked up the stairs to the doorway. For a few quiet moments he glanced around him, keeping his hand on his sword, before knocking on the door and pushing it open, finding it unlatched, and waiting for some kind of affirmation of his presence. |
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| Tia Dalma | 27 Nov 2007, 10:00 PM Post #3 |
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Tia heard the boat reach her little private floating dock, and quickly poured the tea up for the visitor, before she sat down. But as she heard the visitor climb the ladder, she briefly closed her eyes. Now that his physical form and soul came nearer, it was easier to sense him, easier to feel his being. And of course he came from the Sea, she thought as she opened her eyes. The crabs did tell her that, after all. But they also told so much more, and she was glad she made the tea. Finally she heard the knock on the door, and rose from the chair as the door was pushed open. She looked at him, at his figure and then at his face. Tia then lifted her chin just a bit, showing that she did acknowledge his presence. “Enter… you, who bargain with what you love, but cannot understand.” Tia spoke with a soft and smooth voice, while she gestured towards a chair by the table. “Come… sit...” She continued, glancing at the tea, then at the man again, while she waited for him to take a seat. Seeing him and especially his eyes – often literally mirrors to the soul – told her much about him. Made her understand much about him. He had indeed bargained with the Sea, it was obvious. It was written on his face, and he wanted to know more. Most likely he wanted to know if there was any possible way out of what he had agreed to and then if she could help him. Tia was not sure of that – it all depended on how carefully he chose his words, and of course what he had chosen to bring her as payment. He’d been around, that was clear. Sailed many Seas, and travelled much of the world indeed. Tia did however not know his name; it seemed as if it was not important to his future dealings. Or maybe it was important, but only because he did not want it to be important. He was interesting, as many men were. They were interesting because they knew so much but understood so little. Which was why they came to her, she thought with a little smile to herself, as she sat down in her own chair again. She nodded at the cup of tea in front of him, then looked up at his eyes again. Very bright eyes, he was not a simpleton. “De tea is for you… drink, den tell me; why you come to me?” Tia might know some of the reason why he came, but she could not know it all unless he helped her. She only knew what she saw in his eyes, and that people that came to her had their reasons. Sometimes they weren’t good, and sometimes they were very good. If the last was the case, they would more than gladly tell her their story. And she had poured the tea for him, to make him feel more at ease with her. She didn’t want to scare him… it wasn’t necessary, not yet, anyhow. |
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| Sean Brice | 28 Nov 2007, 05:37 AM Post #4 |
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Sean glanced around the hut, naturally suspicious and curious at the same time. He noted the various objects and trinkets that lay around the small area, and determined that he probably should not accidentally invoke the anger of the voodoo woman he now found himself in the presence of by touching something he shouldn’t. Instead, he did what she asked him to do and made his way across the creaking floor to a simple chair, sitting down slowly. She knew of the deal between himself and Jones, or at least he assume she did from the somewhat cryptic words she had spoken when he had entered the hut. Not one to question someone like her directly on her mannerisms, Sean reached for the tea that had been poured for him, bringing the cup to his lips and taking a sip. Normally, as a standard practice, he did not usually drink tea from someone he knew nothing about or had never met, but his past experiences in Africa had taught him enough to know that if this woman possessed the powers she was rumored to, poison would hardly be in her repertoire. There were much easier ways to kill a man, in any case. He smiled slightly at her question, taking the moments he was drinking to collect his thoughts and put them in order. Why had he come indeed. A question that he wasn’t even entirely sure of the answer, even if it did directly involve his thoughts. His reasoning for coming, the logic behind it, was simple enough, but he knew that she would be reading into his words, just as he did to others on numerous occasions, seeking out the hidden meanings behind them. And he knew better then to lie to her, especially since he wanted her help. It was a rare thing in the world, for him to seek out another for aid, and when he did so he preferred not to sabotage himself in doing it. When he felt he had sufficiently collected his thoughts, he lowered the cup, nodding slightly in an approving gesture meant for the quality of the tea. He would not waste her time with idle chatter, since he did have a suspicious feeling that time, such as it was, did not afford him too much luxuries at the moment. ”My name is Sean Brice.” The pirate captain smiled slightly, giving her his name for lack of a more proper introduction, ”And as you might have surmised, I have a bit of a problem. During a recent voyage, my ship was set upon by Davy Jones and his Flying Dutchman.” His face grew a little dark as he spoke, highlighting the seriousness that he regarded his plight to hold. He knew what he had done, and the bond that held him to it, but bonds could be broken if one knew what to do, even though Sean knew that it would not be easy, and the cost would, most likely, be one he would find himself hesitant to pay. ”To save my crew, I was forced to agree to be Jones’…agent on land, to reach what he cannot. I have come to you because the rumor is that you are something of an expert on the wyrd, and to find a way to free myself I need all the help I can find.” He took out two items from a small satchel at his side, setting them on the small table next to the woman. ”Talismans from the dark of Africa. I do not know their power, but I do know you require payment. I hope they are adequate. I have a shell, as well, though I would not be keen on parting with it. It is the means of contacting Jones, given to me by his hand. I brought it in case you needed an effect of his.” |
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| Tia Dalma | 28 Nov 2007, 08:36 AM Post #5 |
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Tia followed him with her eyes. His face was curious, and suspicious. He glanced at every object with a curiosity she only knew from one other man, and grinned inwardly. So he was a pirate perhaps? That would also make sense, with him coming from the Sea and dealing with the unknown. With what mortal men ought to not deal with. She had no idea about how bad it had become out there, but maybe he would enlighten her. In fact, Tia was quite sure that would happen. He sat down and drank the tea, and she watched him as he did so. It would make him feel at ease, make him forget to be suspicious and tell her what she needed to know, in order to try and help him out. If she wanted to help him, of course. She had then asked him to tell why he had come to her, and saw the slight smile on his face while he thought. It seemed to be important to him to choose the right words, so she guessed that maybe he knew too that it wouldn’t be easy at all. He drank the tea while he thought about it, and Tia leaned back in her own old and worn chair, waiting. Finally he lowered the cup and nodded in a way of telling her, that he liked the tea. Good. ”My name is Sean Brice. She nodded and waved with her hand, telling him he should go on. Sean Brice… she never heard the name before, but would remember it. Even more because of what he said next. “And as you might have surmised, I have a bit of a problem. During a recent voyage, my ship was set upon by Davy Jones and his Flying Dutchman.” Tia’s hand fell down in her lap again. His face grew serious while he spoke, and so did hers. Davy Jones. The Flying Dutchman. She touched her bag with crab claws. Of course, but she didn’t want to believe them when she threw them earlier the same day. Then she looked at him again, not speaking, because she knew he had more to tell. She watched his face intently, but she could tell even without doing that, that the meeting with Jones had not gone well on his part. Maybe he was alive, but since he still had a problem, it was not necessarily a good thing that he was alive. ”To save my crew, I was forced to agree to be Jones’…agent on land, to reach what he cannot. I have come to you because the rumour is that you are something of an expert on the wyrd, and to find a way to free myself I need all the help I can find.” It made sense. And Tia was indeed the expert on the subject of Davy Jones – more than any mortal man would ever know. He then placed two small things on the table. ”Talismans from the dark of Africa. I do not know their power, but I do know you require payment. I hope they are adequate. I have a shell, as well, though I would not be keen on parting with it. It is the means of contacting Jones, given to me by his hand. I brought it in case you needed an effect of his.” Tia reached for the talismans, took them in her hand and looked at them. Even when she touched them, she felt their power. And he had dared to walk around with such trinkets on his person? No wonder things had gone bad for him, she thought with a little smile. “De payment is approved…” she just said as she looked up at him again, while she rose from the chair. She glanced around in her hut, and then placed the two items on a high shelf, just above the door in the back of her hut. They would be safe there, and not harm anyone. Tia then sat again and gazed at him. “The shell, you keep… dere are other ways to contact de Devil.” She replied, not daring to speak his name just yet. The heart shaped locket lay on another table, and there it would stay for now. “So… you wan’ to free yourself from him?” she tilted her head slightly. “Is easy to agree to work for he. Being free…” Tia sighed. “I am not sure dere’s much I can do. Him is a cruel man. One ting…” She rose from her chair, and moved around to his side of it, still keeping her eyes on him. She hated the subject of Davy Jones, and it was years ago since anyone else came to speak about him to her. But Sean Brice did, and his payment was more than fair. Just giving her the talismans would take away some of his problems, so in a way she had already helped. But he didn’t know that. She put a hand on his shoulder. “You cannot make him care – him will not be pleased. Davy Jones…” the very thought of the man angered her, and so did the words. “…cannot care, an’ if you try to make him, you will face obstacles I cannot even crack…” |
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| Sean Brice | 28 Nov 2007, 06:12 PM Post #6 |
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”No. I never much intended to try to make him care.” Sean smirked slightly. He knew that he had gained a bit of reprieve, born out of being something of a kindred spirit with Jones in so far as being a man of the ocean, but he did not assume that meant the devilish entity harbored any sort of loyalty to the pirate captain. Once Sean outlived his usefulness, the deal would be nulled, in one way or another, of that he was certain. He also knew that he would be the cause of such a thing, more likely then not. He was stubborn, in his way, and so tied to the thought of being free that even an oath to Jones was a tie that bound him too tightly. Sean needed to find a way out of it, since, sooner or later, the two captains would once again find themselves in confrontation, and he doubted he would walk away from such a thing. ”You make it sound as if I had a choice. Were it just my death on the table, chances are I would have more readily given that then agree to any deals he might have offered, but such things are rarely that simple. When other lives hang in the balance, it is difficult to condemn others to suffering when one can save them. Some people might see that as not much of a choice but,” He smirked again, ”I am afraid I can’t propel myself to being as self-centered as perhaps would be most beneficial to my person.” He watched her as she spoke of Jones, noting the subtle changes in her face as she did so. If it was an unpleasant topic for her, or she simply knew the serious nature of it, he wasn’t entirely sure, but something was there. Something more then what was being said, which meant she knew more then she was letting on. Sean, however, knew better then to pry. Aside from the fact that she was a woman, and he knew enough to know that getting unwanted secrets out of a woman was more difficult then teaching a crocodile how to dance, she was also knowledgeable about voodoo, and his experiences with that belief in Africa had taught him the dangers of angering someone with the power. Besides, he had to assume that she would tell him what was relevant, and nothing more. She was not a fountain of free flowing knowledge, and his payment had, perhaps, bought him some insight into how to help his own plight, but not to know the things that were running through her mind. The something that was there did not concern him, since he obviously did not know what it was. If it could help him it would, of course, but Tia Dalma had a reputation, as near as he could tell, of being relatively forward with information when payment was given. Of course, some of what was said had not been understood until later, or so the rumors went, but Sean was somewhat comfortable in not knowing now and finding some kind of revelation later, provided such a thing did, in fact, transpire. He looked up slightly and to the side, without moving his head, at her before he spoke, ”So what, then, do I do? What can I do? Resign myself to the fate I’ve been lashed to?” Sean rubbed his chin slightly, ”There has to be some way to nullify an agreement such as this…or maybe there’s not. I’ll readily admit bargains with immortals are not what I am most experienced in.” |
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| Tia Dalma | 28 Nov 2007, 07:02 PM Post #7 |
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”No. I never much intended to try to make him care.” You never did, but you might want to try some day, Tia thought to herself. Being this near a person made it easier to see his future, and there would be a time when he would need the care. Which was not there to be given. Davy Jones could not care, for he had nowhere to take care from and give it to others. Especially not because of the reason to why Sean needed it. Love, Tia reflected inwardly, always tearing people apart. ”You make it sound as if I had a choice…” She nodded at his words. He was right, it was terrible if it was not only himself, but the rest of his crew too. And anyone else who would someday board the ship. ”I am afraid I can’t propel myself to being as self-centered as perhaps would be most beneficial to my person.” Yes, she knew that when he stepped into her hut. The problem with this pirate, was that he cared too much. He was not like others of his kind she had met in the past, for they were indeed often self-centered, and even if Tia agreed to help them, in the end they never truly listened to what she said. They never understood it. Sean Brice wanted to understand; he made a mistake and wanted to fix it. “When it comes to Davy Jones, dere is always a choice to be had… you will not like any, but I tink you know dere is a choice. But you… have a need to keep from choices. In de end, I don’t know if you will. Dere are powers in ‘tis world, even gods cannot conquer. Powers dat force people to choose between evils, and I tink you, Sean Brice, will face dem.” Tia replied, as always in her own peculiar dialect. From what she had heard about Davy Jones, and what he had become… he looked for survivors. Those were the ones he wanted aboard his ship, to serve him. They had two choices – they would either die now, or they would serve aboard his ship for a hundred years. But even then, they would not reach the other shore. He was cruel, and Tia feared it might be worse now than it had been before. He had been left alone at Sea for too long, but it was his own fault. He did this to her, because he could not accept who she really was. She glanced up at Sean again. She knew he would choose life, and he would choose it because of his caring nature. If only she could tell him the entire truth, but she could not. He had a destiny to fulfill, and Tia had learned her lesson – until she could fulfill her own destiny again, she would only guide others, but they would have to solve the problems by their own means; not hers. ”So what, then, do I do? What can I do? Resign myself to the fate I’ve been lashed to?” He didn’t look like he felt uncomfortable, just… unsure. Tia felt sorry for him, but knew she could not allow much of such a feeling. Tia went back to her own chair again and sat down, while he continued again. ”There has to be some way to nullify an agreement such as this…or maybe there’s not. I’ll readily admit bargains with immortals are not what I am most experienced in.” “It depends… what de contents of de bargain is?” Tia touched her bag with claws, feeling he might be in need of their advice soon. But she also had answers of her own. He asked what he could do. Truth was, Tia didn’t see a lot of ways of out his bargain, and he had the right to know that. “You are a man of words, but you made a deal with de Devil. An’ I know, him be careful wit’ deals; only seal them when him know they cannot be broken by ease. If you wan’ out, you need your wits.” |
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| Sean Brice | 29 Nov 2007, 10:12 PM Post #8 |
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Sean slowly rubbed his forefinger and thumb together in a soft, circular motion, his eyes watching the woman as she moved from where she was to where she had been, taking a seat in the chair opposite him. The flickers of lantern light caught his eyes, the flames dancing over the blue depths of them as his eyes seemed to roll with the cresting ferocity of the ocean’s waves. Quietly, he let himself think, searching his memory for what had transpired in his first encounter with Davy Jones. The swordfight was the least important part of it, since all it did was culminate in the very deal that he now found himself bound to, and that thought caused the man’s eyes to narrow slightly. There had to be something, some kind of hole that existed in what had been said and what had been agreed to. Something was tingling at the back of his mind, much as it had that day, and he knew that there was an answer somewhere in the midst of it all. If only he could find it. His eyes moved away from Tia Dalma and around the room, searching for nothing in particular as his mind burned for the clues he needed to find his way to freedom. His gaze fell on a heart-shaped locket on the far table, and he thought to himself how out of place it was amidst everything else in the hut. But his eyes only lingered for a few moments before returning to the voodoo woman, and sly smirk tugging at the corner of the pirate captain’s lips, ”My service to Jones is solely dependent on when he has use of me. The agreement was being bound only when he has needs of or desires my services.” His eyes watched the woman’s face as he spoke, as if waiting for some reassurance that he was on the right track of thought, and perhaps some way to bring those thoughts to their logical conclusion, ”If he decides he had no use for me, or no longer desires my services, then the agreement ceases to be. It was never stated that my soul must be pledged to his ship’s service in exchange for anything.” The pirate captain frowned slightly, ”But if he does not have use for me, then there is nothing to stop him from killing me, and the only way for him to decide he does not need my services is for me to somehow invoke his wrath, which would result in death. Or…” His eyes roamed again as he thought, ”…perhaps something else. The Locker, maybe.” Sean looked back at Tia Dalma once more, ”There is always a choice, then. What choices do I have before me, and in watch direction do they lead?” He smiled briefly and slightly, ”Or are those the things I must figure out for myself?” |
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| Tia Dalma | 30 Nov 2007, 08:54 AM Post #9 |
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He would indeed need all his wits to get out of this bargain. Tia watched him as she waited for another reply. Yes, he was obviously a man of words. Sean Brice preferred to get out of any problems, with words. That was probably how he got himself into this mess, and although she wanted to help, Tia Dalma did not want to face the Sea. She had other things to attend to. So had Sean Brice, she thought as she watched him. He was thinking, using his wits, obviously looking for a way out. Tia had made it clear, that a way out would not be easy to find, and she understood if he felt sad about it. It was never much fun to be forced to something you did not want to do – she knew all about that. She had been forced to stay here. Now his eyes began to wander, and she saw them linger if only for a moment, on her locket. It is not for your eyes to look at… her eyes was on his, and they returned to hers. He also had a sly smirk on his face, even if it was a little one. ”My service to Jones is solely dependent on when he has use of me. The agreement was being bound only when he has needs of or desires my services.” She nodded silently, he had understood what she said before. That it was important to go through all parts of the deal, even the smallest ones, if he wanted out. ”If he decides he had no use for me, or no longer desires my services, then the agreement ceases to be. It was never stated that my soul must be pledged to his ship’s service in exchange for anything.” No, never stated, but Davy Jones would require it anyhow. If only he had a heart, he would not act like this, she thougth sadly. But of course, Sean was right. If the agreement did indeed never involve him being forced to work on Davy’s ship, then there would be a way out. ”But if he does not have use for me, then there is nothing to stop him from killing me, and the only way for him to decide he does not need my services is for me to somehow invoke his wrath, which would result in death. Or…” She smiled, he was getting there. Sean Brice was no simpleton, she knew that the moment she saw him. Superior, perhaps, but not a simpleton. ”…perhaps something else. The Locker, maybe. There is always a choice, then. What choices do I have before me, and in watch direction do they lead?” She noticed a slight smile on him again. He understood. ”Or are those the things I must figure out for myself?” “You are a man him cannot fool. Even if him decide, dat your use deserve the Locker, den… you do not forget de bargain. You say you made no deal on givin’ him your soul. If him does not truly kill you, him cannot hold it. Meaning…” Tia leaned back in her chair, making a small pause in her speech. “… dat you can return. But I know only one ting Davy Jones took, which him let go.” She held up her hand, to make him listen more intently. “You have need of someone on de surface of dis Earth, who wants you back. You must make a deal, before you meet him over again, a deal which cannot be broken. Den… maybe you can return.” Tia sat up properly in her chair again, and placed her hands on the table, with a true look of regret on her face. “I am sorry, dat you come to me, an’ only be given bad news. You can flee from Davy Jones, but him will hunt you… an’ him will not give up. But I see… that neither will you.” |
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| Sean Brice | 3 Dec 2007, 08:45 PM Post #10 |
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It was one of the few things he did not enjoy about meeting mystics and the like; they never could be completely straight with someone. He had many experiences with it in Africa, and even after going through some of the rites himself he did not truly understand the nature of what magic really was. He had seen animal spirits, and dreams that had left wounds on him in the waking hours, but he never really understood the essence of it all. Sean suspected, and perhaps hoped, that he knew more then most men might, but he could not pretend to walk on the same level as people like the woman seated across from him. If he could, he doubted he would need to come here, but he supposed it would be a true testament to ignorance if he had not, or if he had simply brushed off her words because they did not tell him what he wanted to hear. He was not fool enough to do that, however, and listened intently to what was spoken, nodding slightly before leaning back in his chair for a few moments. Sean rubbed his face softly as he thought about what had been said and what it meant. A deal that could not be broken was an interesting concept in and of itself, and he wondered just how, exactly, he was supposed to broker such a deal. His eyes narrowed slightly in thought as his mind quietly whirled with the possibilities and ramifications of what the meaning of such a thing. For a few minutes his let his rather impassionate gaze rest upon the voodoo woman, before the expression relaxed and was broken by a smile as the shimmer returned to his eyes. ”No need to apologize. After all, it is not, exactly, bad news. It is not, of course, the most good of news, but it enlightens one to a possibility when there, previously, was not one. And, when you really consider it, that’s all I actually came for. Answers would have been welcomed as well, but…some things are better left to be found on one’s own, hm?” Another smile, ”You did set me on the path, though, and for that I think I have what I needed to pay for. The small matter of determining just what exactly this…’deal’ you mention consists of is probably something I can, or at least should, discover on my own.” The pirate captain stood slowly and bowed his head to the woman in the chair across from him, ”Thank you, for your help and your time. Unless there is something else I shall not waste any more of it. Oh, and thank you for the tea as well. It was very good.” This place was getting unsettling, which was possibly to be expected. Sean was a man, and most men preferred to be able to dictate how their lives progress. He was no different, even though he knew the opposite was true. Still, being faced with that knowledge was not something he was terribly fond of, which was perhaps a weakness on his part. Still, he did not want to linger longer then he had to, and he had gotten what he had come for, if not in the form he was entirely hoping for. |
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| Tia Dalma | 4 Dec 2007, 06:37 PM Post #11 |
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Deep thoughts, was what Tia saw in his eyes. Memories of the past, memories he did not like to linger on. It was always interesting to watch people, Tia had thought that since she was much younger than she was today. And men, especially men, were very interesting to watch. It was a bit odd though with this one, for Tia felt nothing for him. He was simply a client, and the only thing that might make her feel something for him, was the fact that he was involved with Davy Jones. But she did not want him – especially not since she knew he had someone else in his future. He was the kind who deserved and ought to love. Her own thoughts were broken though, when his gaze returned to her. There was a smile on his face, and a glimpse in his eyes that also made her smile. Sean said she did not have to apologize, and that he got what he came for. And it was true, he came for knowledge and not answers. If he thought about it though, she had only given him little knowledge. What Tia had done more, was using her words to make him think and realize what he could do. If he was looking for answers, she would have had to conjure up some magic, but luckily it wasn’t what he wanted. She had helped him, and nothing more – and he admitted that. That she had shown him a path when it came to his wits, and that he could figure out the rest on his own. It seemed now though, that he was done talking. He stood and gave her a slight bow with his head. ”Thank you, for your help and your time. Unless there is something else I shall not waste any more of it. Oh, and thank you for the tea as well. It was very good.” Tia stood as well. “I do not tink, dat there is more… hmm…” her mind was working, she didn’t like to have her clients leave without something. Then her eyes brightened again, and she turned to the kitchen and looked through the jars. She then took down a small bag – just big enough to fit into a hand – and filled it up with something from a jar. Tia handed Sean the bag, and took hold of his hand as she spoke. “De tea… is better for you dan you tink. Take it – but, it must boil for long, or it will not work. An’ be watchful, by him Davy Jones. You did not waste any time, Sean Brice… I knew you come. Now go…” Tia smiled and let go of his hand, turned around and picked up the cup from which he had been drinking, and looked into it. He had almost emptied it, just as she hoped. She looked at the ways the tea leaves had settled themselves on the bottom of the cup, and a wicked grin spread across her face. All would go well, for him at least… for now… |
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