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by **Drako11** on Sun Mar 30, 2008 10:44 am

Caesar was just taking Lilly's hand when he found himself flying through the air. Quickly he let go of Twig's hand not wanting to pull her in as well. With a resounding curse and a splash he fell into the dark water, bobbing up soon after spewing water and curses. "Dammit Raff you big bucket head!", Caesar swam to the side of the Fledling, and sat tredding water. "Some one thow me down a rope", he muttered. He distinctly remember entering the vessel in much the same circumstance two years ago.

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by **Skallagrim** on Sun Mar 30, 2008 1:53 pm

James heard the commotion but he couldn't tear his eyes from the woman before him, it had been a long time since he held her, touched her. James kissed Richelle once again, then turned to the others., "Me mess mates...I be owing ye my happiness,and me life as it were."

James let the slim woman in his arms go for a moment as bowed to his friends and mates, "Har-arrgh lads, ye've done and made King George and his man Walpole mad at our poor little rovin merchant ship."His baritone voice carrying, and the sight of a nun with such a voice clearly would have startled anyone who didn't know James.

Hiking his habit James hopped upon a cask and dance a jig, "Well me hearties...now that yer buccaneers an rogues to the crown, where shall we venture?" His voice full of laughter as the breeze from the sea fluttered the habit around him. The green eyes sparkled as he watched Raff knock Caesar into the bay, and laughed right along with the rest of them.

James turned his eyes upon the lovely poppet who surly was the instrument to his being freed. Exhaling as he drank in her beauty, James knew he would never allow himself to be capture and separated from her again. Two years gone, all because of his brother. For a moment an evil glint flashed in Jame's eyes.

"Dear brother...we shall meet again and we do...I shall seek the last two years ye took from me bonny Richelle." James murmured as he hopped down to the deck, his eyes once again humorous as grabbed the Richelle again, his nose buried in the hair and along her neck, "Lass I promise ye I shall not leave yer side again. Only the good Laird himself be strong enough ta do so, and then only maybe."

by **Jadeling Hawkins** on Sun Mar 30, 2008 3:49 pm

Richelle couldn't remove the grin from her face. She had returned and spent time in her parent's house, had had meals with her family and sailed from one place to the other constantly since she had last laid eyes on the handsome nun. But for the first time in two years, as she looked around at Raff and Caesar prodding one another, the familiar faces of the old crew, even nicks in the railing of the sloop that she recognized from sailors sparring one another...and especially the wonderful feeling of her James' arms around her...she felt at home. She pressed her face into James' shoulder, inhaling deeply and memorizing the scent. She whispered another promise, squeezing the Quarter Master tightly. "Aye, love...an' even then, only if He can pry ye from me stubborn, pirating fingers!"

And with this, she gentle pulled back and gave him her best grin. They had much catching up to do. Everyone on board did. But where would they be if not for that horrible event two years ago? They might have had their own house, their own ship, or any of those things. They might have been married. They might have even had a couple of fat babies by now. But they didn't, and dwelling on it wouldn't change that. So she would simply relish the time they had together now. Stealing one more kiss, she turned just in time to see Raff parting from the Captain. Her eyes widened slightly, and she bit her lip to keep from laughing. There had always been a sort of unspoken spark between the Captain and her Master Gunner. Well...one could still technically stay that it was unspoken. She would have to tease Raff about it later. In the meantime, No Beard needed to see the doctor and Caesar needed to be hoisted back on deck.

Giggling softly, the lass in the nobleman's clothing strode over and tossed a rope down to the British pirate, bowing to Twigs as she waited for Caesar to grab hold of the lifeline. She tossed a quick look of adoration to James, just in case he had forgotten in the last five seconds just how much she cared for him. She still held the staff that had signaled James' rescue in one hand, and casually rested it over one of her shoulders. "Some things never change, eh, Twigs?"

by **Walter Barrecks** on Sun Mar 30, 2008 4:25 pm

"Has it real'y been two years since all o' us been on a ship..?" No Beard thought about it as he looked around at the crew. Really, he came and left as he pleased throughout the past two years, taking on different smuggling jobs. He wasn't very close to any of the crew, but he considered them friends since they fished him out of the water.

"Well, 'ave fun mae freends. Aye need ta get a quick patch-up..." William left the group, searching for blond French girl that was the ships' Doc. He was glad to see her again, it seemed he had a soft spot for her. " 'ello miss Constance, 'ow are ye, lass? Aye was hopin' ya could 'elp mae oot bit.." He lifted up his left sleeve to his shoulder, showing her his would, still stinging from the salt water, and of course the musket ball was stuck partially in his bone.

by **Drako11** on Sun Mar 30, 2008 5:10 pm

Caesar smiled greatfully at Richelle, "Thank ye lass you always were the nice one around here." He then grasped the rope firmly, "Alright heave ho mates!"

by **Tigeress** on Sun Mar 30, 2008 6:10 pm

Constance watched the happy rejoicing from her usual distance. Her eyes taking in each persons joy at being a crew again. Then hearing a voice, " 'ello miss Constance, 'ow are ye, lass? Aye was hopin' ya could 'elp mae oot bit.."

Constance smiled at the sight of the injured No Beard, and gently lead him to her surgeons room. "Lie down there love, this isnt gonna hurt a bit." carefully making sure the man lied down, she set to work with her usual skill and grace. "You seem to have a knack for getting yourself hurt love..."

Carefully going about removing the shot, despite the man's pain, she removed the shot within minutes, and began to set the mans broken bone, offering him a drink out of a bottle of rum. Holding up the bloody shot piece, she smiled, "Just like old times..."

by **SpringTimeFox** on Sun Mar 30, 2008 6:21 pm

Sheltie stood to the side, leaving herself conveniently out of the happy festivities of the ship. Absently, she reached her hand up to stroke Eko's feathered body, her mind traveling to what might have happened had she been part of the happy family of the ship. She doubted much, if anything, would have changed. She looked up sharply, hearing a splash overboard. Amusingly enough, Raff had pushed Caesar overboard, getting a slight smile out of the young woman. Remembering their helter-skelter escape from the red coats and realizing they were in a town that would be surely searched next, she approached Richelle cautiously, hoping not to disturb the happy atmosphere.

"Ma'am, won't the Red Coats be stickin' their noses inta the port here?" she asked timidly. "I could watch fer 'em from the crows nest and shout a warnin' if'n I see 'em," she offered.

by **fighter_rose_003** on Sun Mar 30, 2008 7:19 pm

"Not a thing," Twigs laughed as she giggled at Caesar's misfortune. A hand went through her hair as she took a deep breath of the salty air. "Tis good to be back aboard and with friends." She went over to the rope that held her beloved Caesar and grabbed a hold of it. She pulled along with the rest of them so she could give him a proper hello.

by **Angel_Melfina** on Mon Mar 31, 2008 5:01 am

Silver. Shiney. Mirror. Polished.

They were mesmerizing, from the blades that were only a couple inches long to the thrilling shape of the scimitars poking through his belt. The girl had to resist stretching her arm out to touch them, caress them, run her finger down one of the blades and feel the small trickle of warm blood flowing down her fingers, dripping carelessly to the soggy wood that she stood on.

"My day is quiet well, sir. Thank you for asking," she said, still in a trance as she beheld the collection of knives in the man's possession.

The young lady bowed with another curtsy, pulling her nonexistent dress to the side in the traditional curtsy motion. A smile stretched across her fair cheeks as she rose again, finally raising her pale green eyes to meet his again.

"I am Madeline, sir. May I inquire as to what I may call you?"

Madeline straightened her trousers out as she stood, trying to avoid sprinkling more salt on her bare legs. She couldn't help but catch random glimpses of the man's wooden leg, trying not to make her wandering eyes obvious. It intrigued her to no end and she wasn't quite sure why. 'Lucky' James, the most famous of all pirates, was at the gallows himself today, and Madeline had decided to take more interest in the fellow standing before her, purely because he was more like the pirate in her imagination than any of the others.

by **Myrin** on Mon Mar 31, 2008 8:26 am

Earlier~

Run, run, run. Those were the words that flew through her mind through out the early hours in the day. Maya continued to run, hearing women yell out and point, “Blood!” was what they said as she passed them. Some men would stop and stare, stunned by her unnatural beauty.

She remembered the path she took well and continued on until she reached the docks. There was one ship that stood out from the rest, little did she know or care who it belonged too. Out of all the other ships, it seemed somewhat empty. She took a chance; quickly she snuck on and was almost caught twice by a few cargo men walking by her.

Her feet landed gracefully on the floor, she saw a person here and there going about their daily business. She moved away from them, as quietly as she could with her clothes making a bit of noise. “I need to hide until I can find a way out of here…” she thought, as she reached the cabin section.

Each step she took was a cautious one, her eyes watched her surroundings. A sound was heard from deeper within, looking around she saw two barrels placed neatly to the side, Maya hid behind them without a second thought. She held tightly to her small knife, and waited there for a long time.

Currently~

And a long time she did wait, her right leg was falling asleep from time to time but now, FINALLY she was hearing some form of commotion from above. But even though she was happy to finally know there was a possible sign of leaving this dreaded place, a sudden movement near her made her freeze.

Her eyes, well adjusted to the darkness by now, searched for the disturbance. She spotted it, or him to be exact. Her eyes narrowed as he walked closer to her, a hate filling up her insides. He was messing with something on his eye before screaming out, “IT WORKED!” and without a second thought, Maya jumped up and lunged at him with her weapon held high.

by **Jadeling Hawkins** on Mon Mar 31, 2008 8:40 am

Richelle looked to Sheltie (after stealing another quick glance at James). The colorful lass had a valid point. Anchor had been weighed, but they weren't in any rush to move along. Smiling and clapping Sheltie on the shoulder, Richelle nodded over towards the Master Gunner and the Captain. "Best be bringing that up to our Cap'n dear, dear. Mayhaps she'd be glad for a distraction, eh? As for me, I feel a need to shed these bloody noblemen's rags afore me nose begins to turn upwards!"

Grinning from ear to ear, Richelle hurried off below decks to change out of her disguise. A few brief moments later, she hurried back on deck. Her hair was doubly plaited once more, though the braids fell a bit longer than they had two years ago, and her bangs still hung messily about in that manner she never seemed able to stop them from doing. She wore a light green dress with a darker green apron over it, and her forearms were clad in soft leather wraps. Her dress itself was interesting...hemmed up to her mid-calf to make easier the more active parts of pirate life. She wore only two pieces of jewelry: a gold chain necklace with a pirate coin hanging from it, and a golden ring with what appeared to be a cat's head engraved upon it. Still grinning, she made her way over to the Quarter Master and curtsied.

"'Lest ye be enjoying yer fine raiments, Auntie Jamie, we have some clothes prepared for ye in yer chambers."

by **SpringTimeFox** on Mon Mar 31, 2008 10:06 am

Sheltie smiled, glad to be of use, and looked in the direction of the captain. Elizabeth looked happy, happier than she had been before the dramatic rescue. "Thank ye," Sheltie said quickly, her right index finger tapping her temple quickly in her customary gesture of greeting and thanks. As Richelle went below decks, Sheltie made her way to the captain. She hung back for a moment, unsure of whether or not the woman would want her opinion, but pushed forward anyway, eager to feel the kinship the rest of the crew felt with each other.

"Cap'n?" she asked slowly, her index finger tapping her temple with a shaky finger. "Bein' tha' the Red Coats are followin' us, might they be searchin' this port soon, here? I could watch fer 'em from the crows nest and shout a warnin' if'n I see 'em," she offered as Eko bobbed his head and made a rasping sound, sounding eerily like laughter.

by **ConvolutedMusings** on Mon Mar 31, 2008 11:05 am

That finger moved on occasion, as chapter followed chapter. Each paragraph bringing with it a deep tale of legend. It was certainly an intriguing tale, one of betrayal, murder, riches, rewards. But, mostly it was the two polar opposites that caught the attention of the Captain. Still sat in his cabin, somewhere in the ocean, far from any land at all, he had been reading for perhaps three hours.

The familiar feel of the sea picking up life again almost brought to his face a smile. It would have done, had he not been reading the book. As the swaying continued, so did his reading. Lifting the finger once more, the gentle breeze that had once again resumed its journey turned the page just as gently as he would have done.

This was a chapter that was strange. It always brought about him a certain curiosity; once again, the theme of opposition was in full play. It was played over and over in this book, and although it did interest the Captain, the constant repetition of the same theme somewhat irked him. But, he read on regardless.

The opposition that was the evil force was met with an opposition of its own. Supposedly, opposition was like a circle, and would never end. An interesting concept.

The opposition to the great city of Elkab, the dark evil, was met with something also of its opposite. A band of friends, who would raise their swords against anything as evil as this... This... Well, actually, it was never elaborated upon. The book never stated what the evil was.

The finger moved once again from the corner of the book, but was more than just a simple lifting of the digit, as his rubbed his brow. Strange how he had not noticed this fact before, despite reading the book near on one hundred and fifty times.

For him, that was the joy of fiction - you always noticed something else when you read it.

As the finger was placed once more on the corner of the next page, the thin paper having been blown by the gentle wind, he resumed his literary endeavour, forgetting his musings. Discarding them as nothing more than as fantastical as the words he was reading.

by **Hallik** on Mon Mar 31, 2008 11:34 am

Elijah patrolled the streets aimlessly shopping for food he would need for the month. Not the greatest choir put one that had to be done.
“Great! We lost them!” said a guard off in the distance.
“Well we know they went this way, good chance they headed to the docks.”
Elijah turned around to see a mob of guards heading towards him.
‘What’s going on?’ he thought, he watched as the guards rushed towards him. On the street wall a flyer caught his eye stating an execution of a pirate named James. James… Where did he hear that name before? James’ name hit him like a ton of bricks, two years ago! This wasn’t good, obviously James already escaped and the town guards were already hot on his trail. One of the guards saw Elijah look at the poster and realized that he must have known him due to his expression.
“Oi! Boy!” barked the guard at Elijah. Elijah turned to him, eyeing the giant of the man in leather armor. He was built like a lighthouse, and big… Elijah looked up at him, the guard took the flyer and pointed at the drawing of James. “Do you know this man?” Elijah looked at the picture and shrugged. “Well?” Elijah shrugged again. The guard grabbed his collar. “You better not be lyin to me boy otherwise you’ll take his place!”
Elijah gulped, a blue and yellow macaw perched himself on the soldier’s helmet and squawked.
“Elijah knows James! Waaaak!” blurted the parrot. Elijah’s eyes widened as the guard shifted his eyes to the parrot and back to him.
“Well, well well… What do you know the boy’s lying.” Smiled the guard. Elijah smiled back sheepishly. “It’s the gallows for you.”
The guard made a grab for Elijah but he was too quick, he ducked down underneath him and swiped the guard with his legs in a spinning motion. The guard toppled to the ground and the macaw quickly took flight. Elijah ran off to the docks hoping to see James if he was still in town.
“The bigger they are the harder they fall!” whistled the parrot. Elijah rolled his eyes at the birds comment. Soon the other guards came in on the chase. Elijah gave a whistle and the bird flew on ahead. Elijah continued to run, avoiding people that were in his way.

The macaw soon made it to a ship and perched on the railing. He flapped his wings and looked at the people on deck.
“Raawwk! Help, Elijah!” squawked the bird continuously flapping his wings.

by **Drako11** on Mon Mar 31, 2008 1:04 pm

Caesar found himself flying over the railing into the waiting Twigs. After righting himself he stood before her, his bearded face plastered with a grin. "Oi your a lovely sight dove", he said kissing Lily on the cheek. "What do you think of me new beard?"

by **NewArthur** on Mon Mar 31, 2008 1:10 pm

Markus laughed heartily as he caught the look in the girls eye as he revealed his knifes,

"I am Madeline, sir. May I inquire as to what I may call you?"

Markus stopped his joyful laughter, "I be Markus, and do you have a ship per chance, i need to find someone and i believe to find them by sea" As he spoke this he took a few limped steps past the girl Madeline, motioning her to follow, "If not maybe you can help me commender one for the purpose what do you think?"

Markus moved off more gruff laughter coming forth , it seemed today may get that little bit easy with some one to help him.

by **Skallagrim** on Mon Mar 31, 2008 1:27 pm

Abercrombie McLeod snarled as the square became a chaotic mess. Somewhere in the city his brother was free; somewhere he would be running for a ship to escape. Beating away those who surrounded him, freeman or noble, it didn’t matter; Abercrombie’s crop lashed out and struck.

The half dozen officers of the East India Company that accompanied Abercrombie also laid about them with their sheathed rapiers. Finally they broke free, as they did so James’ voice carried over the melee. Incensed Abercrombie roar his disdain and pummeled a small, thin lad. Grabbing the poor boy around his neck, Abercrombie pounded the face several times with his crop; the spray of blood splattered the wooden stall behind him.

As the boy whimpered and begged for mercy through a raw and cut face, Abercrombie drew his pistol and fired a shot into the boy’s face. Dropping the limp form, the crazed man spat at the body, “James…James…”

The men that were with Abercrombie had no reaction, the look in their eyes as they looked at the boy told the tale. They didn’t see the dead boy as anything more than trash.

“Come milord; let us away and to the ship. We shall find your brother again.” Whispered one of the men as he pulled the Abercrombie from the dead boy.

by **Walter Barrecks** on Mon Mar 31, 2008 6:30 pm

As instructed, No Beard laid down to be ripped up and stitched up. It wasn't that painful, mostly due to the amount of time it had been soaking in the salt water. Partly, the sight of the Doc was comforting to him to the point it blocked out the rest of his pain. Oddly enough, he didn't wince, but still felt the inside of his arm being pushed apart and picked through.

" Aye know... Aye prone ta pain... At least Aye get ta visit ye ev'ry time Aye'm hert..." He had a comical smile as he looked up at Constance from her workstation. She eventually offered him something to keep the pain at bay... go ol' rum. "Thaank you lass... thon is much loved at tha moment... Yeah... jus' like ol' times..."

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