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Post by Christine Bouvier on Jul 14, 2006 14:02:09 GMT -5
† Christine entered the Tortuga Pub and glanced around furtively, her amber orbs taking in every miniscule detail of her surroundings. She had come here for a drink, for she longed to taste Rum on her lips again. After surveying the room, she walked up to the bar and ordered a bottle of Rum. Once she received her drink, she placed a few coins on the counter before scanning the room again for a place to sit.
She spotted an empty table and she immediately made her way over to it. She sat down in the wooden chair before the table, popped the cap off her bottle of Rum, placed the bottle to her pale pink lips, and took a swig of the liquid. She allowed a soft sigh to escape her lips as she placed the bottle down on the splintered table before her.
She had a lot on her mind at the time. The crew had recently rescued Jack Sparrow, the person whom she had always dreamt about meeting. She had heard several stories about the infamous and notorious 'Captain Jack Sparrow', but she had always had a strange disliking for him. She didnt exactly know why she disliked him, but she guessed that it had some thing to do with the fact that he didn't fancy her in the least. Instead, he longed for Elizabeth, the very woman who had handcuffed him to the Black Pearl and left him to die in the first place. † [/color][/size] |
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Post by Will Turner on Jul 14, 2006 20:19:50 GMT -5
[ INCREDIBLY sorry I had not posted yet xxP I won't be able to post till the morning -ish tired- ]
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Post by Christine Bouvier on Jul 14, 2006 20:39:38 GMT -5
† (Okay, that's perfectly fine) † [/color][/size] |
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Post by Will Turner on Jul 17, 2006 19:57:04 GMT -5
[sorry it took so long]
Young William Turner entered the pub, his chocolate gaze shifted around it. It had indeed been a while since he had been here, maybe four months, or five. The previous time he had been in Tortuga Pub was when he was with Jack Sparrow, and Joshamee Gibbs. Jack was talking to Mr. Gibbs about something, and Will had this over weight woman all over him, that had been extremely disgusting but it was also something that made him chuckle. That was also the same day he befriended Jack, and met Gibbs. Gibbs was a good man, like Jack, he and Will we’re pretty close, the fifty year old man told him loads of stories, like the one about Jack escaping from a deserted island by roping a couple of sea turtles.
Thinking back on these things made Will laugh. His sharp-toed boots hit the floor gently, and his right hand reached up to adjust his suede hat. Mocha pools examined the room, seeing people dancing, and laughing, they were all having a good time. His hands lay across the ebony counter when he reached it, and his gems flicked to the bartender.
”Allo mate, I’ll have a glass o’rum”
The handsome pirate said to the old wrinkly bartender, his rough hands reached into his pocket and he pulled out a couple of shillings. Will placed the silver coins on the counter, and looked at the bartender who nodded and turned around to get his drink. William slumped into the wooden stool behind him. His head rested on his fist. After a minute his drink arrive, and he nodded with thanks. The glass met his lips and he drank a sip of it.
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Post by Christine Bouvier on Jul 17, 2006 21:29:15 GMT -5
† Christine lifted her gaze when she heard another person enter the Pub. She liked to examine the many people that gathered there; it was her favorite past-time. She allowed a small smile to curve up the corners of her pale pink lips when she saw that the person who had entered was, indeed, William Turner. Of course she knew who he was. After all, they were both on The Black Pearl and were both members of The Tenebrous crew.
She finished off her Rum with one last swig, slammed the bottle on the splintering table gently, pushed her chair back, and stood up. She had decided when Will had come in that she would talk to him. They didn't get the opportunity to talk to each other a lot, since he was busy dealing with Elizabeth and Jack. She made her way over to him and smiled at him when she reached him.
"Hello, Will." she said softly, for even though she was a pirate and had been for the past ten years, she still had her sweet, charming, and innocent nature about her that she had had when she was still living in France. She sat down in the stool next to him, crossed her legs one over the other, propped her elbow up onto the counter, and rested her head in the palm of her hand as she waited for him to reply. † [/color][/size] |
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Post by Will Turner on Jul 20, 2006 17:02:39 GMT -5
- meep reply either tonight or tomorrow morning, I'm vewy busy these days -
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