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Post by Lillian Black on Jun 12, 2011 0:44:23 GMT -5
I jumped a bit when the man yelled at us to work. I didn't like the look of him; I didn't like the look of anyone on this ship, though. Pirates, I decided the night before, weren't my favorite kind of men at all. I shrugged at Anna's comment. "Not sure... maybe the one with the big hat?" I said, although it was just a guess, nothing to base it on. "Well, whoever it is we should talk to about working in the kitchen. I am not sure how much longer my hands and knees will be able to hold up." I said.
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Post by Annabelle Black on Jun 12, 2011 0:48:02 GMT -5
"I disagree. I think it the other one, with the tricorn hat and braided beard." I smiled at her. "Do you want me to try talking to one of them?" I asked her, noticing they had stormed away from each other. I kind of wanted an excuse to get closer to the man. Maybe then I'd realize where I knew him from. I glanced back down as he looked our way and kept scrubbing.
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Post by Lillian Black on Jun 12, 2011 0:53:37 GMT -5
I shrugged and looked at my hands again. My right hand had started bleeding through the cloth and the left one was really sore when I touched it. "I suppose it couldn't hurt to ask. Anymore of this and my hands will be a bloody mess before we get off this ship." I said, looking back up as the man my sister talked about talking to looked at us. I sighed and started scrubbing again, lighter this time so not to put too much pressure on my hands.
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Post by Annabelle Black on Jun 12, 2011 1:06:23 GMT -5
I grimaced as she looked at her hand and noticed it bleeding. I had to resist the urge to fix it and start cooing that it would be alright. I muttered apologizes before glancing at the man again. He was looking at his compass. "Alright. I'll be back. Don't talk to anyone." I said and got up. I dusted myself off and walked up to the man. "Uhm..excuse me? Are you the captain of this ship?" I asked him, trying to keep my voice low. I looked him over and took in his features. He had long, dreaded brown hair, a long coat, and he wore more random trinkets and cloth than I think I had in my wardrobe. I looked up to meet his eyes and gasped. I didn't know how I didn't recongize him before. It was the same man who saved me in Tortuga. "It's you...." I muttered before I could stop myself.
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Post by Lillian Black on Jun 12, 2011 1:22:28 GMT -5
I nodded and watched my sister leave me alone with a bunch of pirates around. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes as I continued scrubbing. I felt my hand sting again and pulled it up with an audible "ow." It was bleeding in another spot now...
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After another fight with Barbossa, I felt as if he won while he stormed away from me. I grinned; I liked when I won. I heard a young man speak to me, at least he sounded feminine enough to be young, and I looked over to him. "Aye, that I am, lad. Cap'n Jack Sparrow, at ye service." I said, and squirmed as he stared at me. "Aye, everyone knows me, lad."
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Post by Annabelle Black on Jun 13, 2011 18:00:00 GMT -5
I grummbled to myself, annoyed at Jack and his antics. He really does think he knows everything. He and I have been arguing over that damn map for weeks and nothing has come of it. I was starting to lose my patience with him. If we didn't get a lead soon, I would have to throw in another mutiny. I wonder if the crew-- "Ow!" I turned my head at the sound of a woman's voice. There were no women on this ship....were there? I glanced around and noticed one of the deck swabbers had stopped working and was now inspecting his bloodied hands. I furrowed my brow, realizing he must have made the noise and must be awfully young. "First time on a ship, lad?" I asked, looking at his busted hands. They were oddly small to belong to a man.
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I cleared my throat and looked away from his eyes. I couldn't believe we ended up on his ship. I had always sort of hoped I'd find him again but never thought it possible. He obviously bought the 'man' disguise, but looked uncomfortable as I stared at him. "Erm....I was just wondering...if you needed any help in the kitchens, sir....My....brother and I aren't used to deck work and his hands are bleedin', sir." I said, pointing to Lillian who was looking at her bloodied hands.
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Post by Lillian Black on Jun 13, 2011 18:08:59 GMT -5
I looked up to where the man who was fighting with the one my sister went to talk to stood in front of me, looking at my hands. I quickly looked away, hoping he couldn't be able to tell I was a woman by my face. I grabbed the brush with both hands and cringed; that wasn't smart. "Not technically," I said, trying my best to disguise my voice. "I was on one the other day. I suppose this is my second."
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I looked over at the man she pointed to. Even from this distance he seemed tiny for a man. "The kitchens?" I asked, raising an eyebrow at the man in front of me. None of my crew ever asked to be reassigned somewhere better. "Well, can't have 'im bleedin' on me deck, I suppose," I said, and shrugged. "Come see me in a couple of days, I'll see what I can do." I said, smiling. I didn't see why I should have to reassign the crew in the kitchens just because one lad couldn't scrub the deck.
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Post by Annabelle Black on Jun 13, 2011 18:16:09 GMT -5
"Ah, so you're still new." I said nodding. I motioned for him to stand and took his hands. "Not as bad as I expected. Who told you to wrap your hands like that?" I asked curiously as I noticed cloth tied securely around his hands. It was obvious someone had helped him with it. And it was a good thing too, the cloth took the brunt of the damage and saved his hands.
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I nodded, knowing it was a lost cause. "Aye, Captain," I said quietly while forgetting to hide my voice. I was afraid for Lillian. I didn't want her to get hurt. I started wondering if it was a mistake to bring her like this. Maybe we should have stayed in Port Royal. Lord Beckett couldn't have been too bad. I glanced over to Lillian and noticed her talking to the other 'captain'. "Who's that man?" I asked without thinking and cleared my throat.
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Post by Lillian Black on Jun 13, 2011 18:21:18 GMT -5
I swallowed hard, praying he wouldn't catch on. "My... my brother did, sir. He had served on ships long before me, you see, and he told me to do this so my hands wouldn't bleed... it didn't work so well." I said, looking past the man and up at the helm where my sister stood.
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I recognised the softness in the man's voice but shrugged it off as she asked who Barbossa was. "That be Barbossa, thinks he runs thing 'round here. I'm the only cap'n ye need to talk to, sailor. Now, what did you say yer name was?" I asked. He sounded like a young boy, younger than he looked.
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Post by Annabelle Black on Jun 13, 2011 18:26:18 GMT -5
I followed the lad's gaze and saw a young man standing by Sparrow. I raised an eyebrow, noticing the lad was as small as his brother here. I wondered how old they were. "Well, it would be worse than if ye didn'." I assured him, knowing how terrible your hands could get if you're not used to manual labor. "Where ye from?" I asked, curiously.
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I blushed slightly and racked my brain, trying to remember the name I came up with for myself. "Ermm.. Daniel, sir. Daniel Jameson." I told him as I stole a glance at him again. I was starting to regret the disguise now. We would probably be in the kitchens already if he knew we were women.
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Post by Lillian Black on Jun 13, 2011 18:38:00 GMT -5
I tried to think back to what Anna told me earlier about our story, but I couldn't remember much. Had our parents died, or had we run away to not marry the girls they wanted us to? "France." I said. "Our parents... well, they're no longer with us and we needed to live our own lives."
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"Daniel, eh?" I asked, circling around him before facing him again. "Alrigh' Daniel... where ye from? What's yer story? Don't think I've seen ye on me ship before." I said. There was something about him that seemed familiar but I couldn't place it. Had he been going for the same whore as me once, or had he served under me before and I just couldn't remember him?
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Post by Annabelle Black on Jun 13, 2011 18:41:45 GMT -5
"That explains the accent.." I muttered and looked him over. There was definitely something off about this young man, but I couldn't put my finger on it. "What's yer name, lad?" I asked him curiously.
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I blushed slightly as he circled me and looked down so he wouldn't notice. "I'm from France, sir. My s...brother and I lost our parents recently and needed to get away. We've been trying to make a life for ourselves but all we've had so far is sailing." I explained, reciting the story Lillian and I came up with.
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Post by Lillian Black on Jun 13, 2011 18:47:00 GMT -5
I took a deep breath as he looked me over. I was starting to feel very uncomfortable, being around all these pirates and now I had who I assumed was a big deal questioning me and I didn't like it. "T--Thomas, sir. Thomas Jameson." I replied, not looking at him.
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"Sailin's a good life. Ye think there's something better out there?" I asked, crossing my arms. I suddenly felt bad; here was this kid in front of me, voice not even cracked, who just lost his family and had nothing. I narrowed my eyes at him. "Have we ever met, mate?" I asked.
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Post by Annabelle Black on Jun 13, 2011 18:50:10 GMT -5
"And, that's yer brother aye?" I asked, gesturing to the lad talking to Jack. "Wot's his name?" I added, trying to figure out what I was missing. Maybe he'd slip up if I continued to question him.
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I smiled slightly. "No, nothing better, sir. Not in my opinion anyways." I realized my voice was too soft again and cleared it. He asked if we ever met and I looked away quickly. "No, sir. I don't believe we have."
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Post by Lillian Black on Jun 13, 2011 18:55:08 GMT -5
I closed my eyes for a minute, trying to figure out what name Anna chose for herself. "Uh... Adam, sir, my brother's name is Adam." I said. It didn't sound right, and as soon as I said it I knew it was wrong. "No, I'm sorry, that's Daniel. Adam was my older brother, he died in the fire with my parents." -----------------------------
While looking the boy over I noticed a bit of hair was sticking out from his hat. I smirked, thinking of something else to ask him. "Do they keep their hair long in France, Daniel?" I asked.
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