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Post by Captain Barbossa on Jul 10, 2006 16:36:56 GMT -5
Port Royal...
A terrible, horrible place for a pirate, and quite plainly he had no likings for it at all. Everyone in their ugly white wigs and frilly, willy dresses. No bother at all, now. He would be out of there as soon as he got what he was looking for. An answer, more or less. And maybe a good place to find a bushel of apples. Either or the other would be perfectly alright for him. Despite some odd looks the slightly gnarled man got he continued on his way, head held high and his large, feathered hat on his head. Now, where had Jack gone off to... Nah, not the stinky, odorous stealing baboon. His monkey.
"Ye need somethin'?" He growled to a woman passing by with a frightened glance.
Snickering Captain Barbossa made his way along the streets, his eyes uncannily darting from person to person.
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Post by Captain Jack Sparrow on Jul 12, 2006 7:36:03 GMT -5
Jack Sparrow casually walked down the docks and quietly passed the sleeping guard. His eyes glued to the magnificent vessel docked just ahead of him. He glanced over his shoulder for any signs of trouble and then quickened his pace towards the ship. He went up the ramp and up to the helm, running his fingers along the wooden pegs. His eyes closed as he felt the soft sea breeze hit his face and then opened them to find the tip of a bayonette aimed straight inbetween his eyes. Attached to the bayonette, a rifle, and holding the rifle, the guard that had been sleeping. Jack blinked and then grinned his smug little grin at him.
As soon as he saw the rifle, he didn't saw anything. But he did see someone walking about he wasn't to found of.
"Excuse me, mate"
He quickly took off without another word. Leaving the gaurd confused. As he left he started to catch up with Barbossa. He run was frilly and he seemed to tip tow as he run as well. he was noticed it was Barbossa and quickly started to follow him.
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Post by Melissa Heart on Jul 16, 2006 12:33:17 GMT -5
Melissa was walking the streets of Port Royal, searching for anyone who looked like they could be holding some money. She suddenly spotted two men, one following the other, the man in front with a feathery hat on. 'Pirates no doubt... Possibly looking for a pound or two as well... Or looking for an escape having already found some.' Melissa smiled wickidly and quickly let it turn into a sweet grin as someone who looked official passed her. She truely was only 16 years old, so it was always easy to look like an innocent little girl.
Quickening her pace so that she caught up with the group, she eyed them up and down for pockets that could be bulging with a pouch of money. Currently she wasn't having any luck, but she didn't have a good view of them anyway. Perhaps stealing from either of them wasn't what she needed, but instead to join them. She was a loner, not much of a killing pirate, and always stowed away with other pirates to get to new places. Maybe she just needed to stay with one group of pirates, making things easier. Walking up to the guy who was following the other one, she eyed him once again before talking.
" 'evening misour. Lovely day to be outside, aye matey?"
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