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Mąŗïℓγŋ & Sιɾҽɳ [Pɪʀᴀᴛᴇs ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ Cᴀʀɪʙʙᴇᴀɴ]
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Dec 30, 2014 08:46PM
Duuude I'm super excited!xD
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❊Sıяεп❊ เ ђคvє รєค Ŧ๏ค๓ เภ ๓ץ vєเภร, เ ยภ๔єгรtคภ๔ tђє lคภɠยคɠє ๏Ŧ tђє ฬคvєร wrote: "Just saying, with your girl it looks like Barbosa's name is supposed to be Jack and they're talking to each other.... It's really quite confusing if someone doesn't know that Barbosa's first name i..."Yeah I realized that after I saw what it looked like...I'll have to fix that.
I think she's awesome! I absolutely love her!:D
Where would you like to begin then? Like, what city?
I like to go my own way most of the time, so can we just make up everything?
I'm thinking her and Barbossa could get into an argument on the Pearl or something like that
Would you like to do the honors of shall I?
It's fine. No worries:) and yes, just give me a moment
You're welcome! And okay, that's fine:)
Jack Sparrow strolled into one of the many pubs on the Isle of Tortuga, stopping once he stepped inside to examine his surroundings. This pub was much like the others in its interior decorations; drunken pirates scattered about, a bar, some tables here and there, and the occasional old sea dog sharing a tale of his golden days. Jack shook his head and strolled on over to the bar counter, leaning against the scratched wood and ordered himself a mug of rum. When the mug was thrust towards him Jack took a swig from it and swallowed roughly, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and setting the mug down rather roughly on the counter. ~-~
Raven Sparrow stood on the upper deck of the Black Pearl, she had both hands on her hips and her facial expression was that of annoyance. She and the Captain had had one of their strongly-worded arguments the night before and she was still stewing about it. So this afternoon she was constantly snapping at the crew and keeping them on their toes, barking orders when one of the men slowed or finished his job she had given him. Raven's jaw clenched and unclenched as she looked out upon the dark sea, her eyes would've set fire to the water had that be possible from flame that was burning within them at that moment. A spray of water came over the side of the rail and hit Raven, soaking her face and making cough from the saltiness of the water. Shaking her head she wiped her eyes, still coughing and trying to adjust to the brackish taste in her mouth.
Jack, still sitting at the bar swallowing a mug of rum, looked up over the rim of the mug he held in his hand when he was approached by a dark-haired woman. Well, he wasn't exactly approached by her, she just came to have her own mug refilled. But in Jack's mind, she had approached him. He set down his mug of rum on the wooden countertop of the bar, it was now half full. He admired her for a moment, his eyes noting the fine fabric that her clothing was crafted from. Much like him, she had some sort of beading in her hair, which he thought truly accentuated her features and her dark skin. Clearing his throat, Jack decided to speak, "It tis a fine day to sail, is it not?" He asked her, trying to keep the conversation nonchalant. ~-~
Raven cast a glare towards the sound of the Captain's voice and the water from her face with the back of her hand. "Like that has never happened to you before," she grumbled, resting her hands upon the railing and looking out of the gray choppy water. A salty breeze came up over the side of the ship and blew into her face, whipping her hair against her neck and cheekbones, her hat nearly coming off of her head. But luckily, it didn't. That would've just added to something else that the Captain could tease her about. First, the sea spraying her in the face, then the wind knocking her hat off of her head. Yes, that would certainly end well. Another argument would most definitely be in store if that had happened.
Jack smiled when the woman said that the sea didn't seem quite right today. He nodded and took a swig from his mug of rum and swallowed before speaking. "I am not sailing today because the rum here is good and my ship was stolen from me," he said, setting his mug back down on the counter. "But believe me, love, if I did have my ship, nothing would keep me away from the sea." He whistled for the bartender who filled his mug back up with rum and Jack nodded at the man, sliding a shilling across the counter to him. ~-~
Raven almost smiled at that, but she shooed his hand away. "Fate. Perhaps the sea wants to pick on me today," she said, sighing and setting her hands in the pockets of her worn leather coat. Not taking her eyes away from the sea that seemed to be holding a grudge against her today she watched the gray waves as they moved like claws, scratching at the side of the ship she stood upon like a hungry animal. She had the slightest hunch that today was not a good day to sail, the sea seemed just too dangerous, but she knew that nothing would stop the Captain from sailing.
