They should be on sometime tonight but I'd send them a message if I were you

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Illuminate the way to my heart,
It's twisting on a thread
+ COME RAISE THE DEAD +

ok thanks.

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Where do you go when your running away,
The cost of stopping is too great to pay.
~Amanda (saw this written in a washroom stall at a movie theater)

Oh-ho! Im excited My dear Lothy, you spoil me pink, cherub.



Own Characters

Benedikt Abrax --- [The Nemesis]
Darian Worthing
Gabriel Beauvais-Collard "Darcy"
Karelle Beauvais-Collard
Sinclair Lennox --- [The Emilia Marie]
Siobhan Costello-Hayes Connelly
William Grey

(Colleen Connelly- idle)

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^Lothy^
~| Karrax/Dreax/Eoghelle/Barbea |~
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I will be adding a group of characters, and will be putting their bios up soon.

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Where do you go when your running away,
The cost of stopping is too great to pay.
~Amanda (saw this written in a washroom stall at a movie theater)

Here they are.

Name: Thomas ‘Tom’ Miller
Age: 26
Appearance: http://www.doublekeyf.com/data/resimler ... -n24Mo.jpg , http://images.fanpop.com/images/image_u ... 40_660.jpg . He has more of his mother’s coloring.
Family: His father is Jack Sparrow, and he has a twin named Caroline.
History: He was born on Tortuga with his twin sister; growing up in the streets he eventually met Clay. The three of them decided to get away and started conning and stealing to buy a ship. When he was 22 he met Anna, who had a ship and a small crew of ex-navy and such. She invited Him, Caroline and Clay to join the crew, which they did. Tom and Anna has since become an Item.

Name: Caroline ‘Caro’ Miller
Age: 26
Appearance: http://gallery.celebritypro.com/data/me ... hku_22.jpg , http://www.poster.net/dushku-eliza/dush ... 206477.jpg . She has more of her father’s coloring.
Family: Her father is Jack Sparrow, and she has a twin named Thomas.
History: She was born on Tortuga with her twin brother; growing up in the streets she eventually met Clay. The three of them decided to get away and started conning and stealing to buy a ship. When she was 22, Tom met Anna, who had a ship and a small crew of ex-navy and such. She invited Her, Tom and Clay to join the crew, which they did.

Name: Clay
Age: 22
Appearance: http://www.flickr.com/photos/jdmschool/3278792086/ , http://www.flickr.com/photos/16981898@N06/2576952341/ .
History: He was born on Tortuga, and was orphaned at a young age; growing up in the streets he eventually met Caroline and Thomas. The three of them decided to get away and started conning and stealing to buy a ship. When he was 18, Tom met Anna, she had a ship and a small crew of ex-navy and such. She invited Him, Caroline and Tom to join the crew, which they did.

Name: Anna Beckett
Age: 24
Appearance: http://www.flickr.com/photos/stacykae/3511491459/
Family: She is cousin to Cutler Beckett, her mother was his Aunt but never married.
History: Anna never had a father and was always fascinated by the idea of pirates sailing free. When she was 20 found some men who were interested in becoming a pirate and they stole a ship. Soon she landed at Tortuga and met Tom, Caroline and Clay and invited them to join her. They agreed, and since she and Tom have become an item.

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Where do you go when your running away,
The cost of stopping is too great to pay.
~Amanda (saw this written in a washroom stall at a movie theater)

[[Added Misa aaaaaaaaaand here we go.]]

The Medusa Euryale slid slowly and quietly through the silky dark water. Debris and bodies bobbed silently and a few flames still burned through the large chunks of scattered wood. The Medusa's captain stared forlornly into the faces of the dead, searching for something he hoped not to see. A younger man stepped up beside him.

"Anything?" He asked the younger man, sadness laced in his voice.

"No." The younger man answered, equally as forlorn. "The light is too poor to be certain but I'm confident that we would have seen her, had she been here."

The captain nodded his head sullenly. "We should have come sooner, perhaps if we'd left as soon as we received her letter then-"

"Then it would be our bodies and the bodies of our family scattered here." The younger man cut in. The captain looked at him.

"Aye." He sighed. "I just don't want her thinking we've abandoned her."

"She knew it was a long shot, she knew the reasons why we might refuse. I'm sure she doesn't blame you." The younger man patted the captain on the back and walked off. Smaller, softer steps sounded behind him and he knew instantly who they belonged to.

"You're not giving up surely?" He sighed again and turned to look into the emerald green eyes that burned with a passion, framed with blonde hair.

"Kayla-" Caleb started but she didn't let him finish.

"No! She's still out here somewhere and more likely than not she needs our help." Her eyes shone with conviction and slight desperation.

"Kayla listen to me!" Caleb said sternly, grabbing the young girl by her shoulders. "You need to remember the danger that faces us now, if we are caught trying to help anyone convicted of piracy then it will be the gallows for the lot of us." He sighed and his voice softened. "I love my niece and I am willing to die for her, but I am not willing to put the lives of my family, my children, in jeopardy to start a wild goose chase. She knows that." He looked over to where Eoghan and Noirin stood with Liam and tried to hide a smirk. "I guess Andrea should count herself lucky that my children are as stubborn as her and refuse to let us return until we've found her." With that Caleb left Kayla and walked over to where his mother stood, handing out blankets to the few survivors they had managed to find.

[[Yes, that is the secretive third option, told you it wasn't anything exciting. So those who want their charries to have been rescued by Caleb are welcome to introduce them on the Medusa.]]

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The pounding in Andrea's head was intense as she cracked her eyelids open slightly. Immediately she closed them as a wave of nausea washed over her. She desperately tried to piece her thoughts together, disorientated and confused. Memories trickled into her barely conscious mind like sand through an hour glass. The battle, the flash and roar of cannons. Two ships bearing down upon them. Cries of pain and despair. The captain giving the order to abandon ship. An intense heat and force catching her unawares. Blackness. It all came flooding back to her. The Pearl had been destroyed and the enemy had won. She looked around herself with despair, realising she was alone and encaged. Bars surrounded her on all sides. What had happened to the rest of the crew? To Hector? Were they dead? Captured like it appeared she was? The throbbing in her head grew worse and gingerly she raised her hand to her temple; it was tender and wet. Pulling her hand away she looked to see blood coating her fingers. Quickly she evaluated herself, slowly moving each part of her aching body. Apart from a sharp pain in her side that indicated her ribs were fractured she came to the conclusion that she was indeed very lucky. Injury wise. Situation wise perhaps not.

The sound of footsteps reached her ears and she watched with apprehension as a woman with dark hair and cold blue eyes stepped into the moonlight that filtered through parts of the ship. Andrea recognised her almost instantly and Aleksandra chuckled cruelly.
"Dia duit Andrea." She said. Her voice was crisp and Andrea could tell that neither English or Gaelic were her first languages. "I'm afraid that is all the Irish I know, taught to me by your brother." On listening further 'Drea deciphered a russian tinge to her accent.

"Of course," Andrea answered civilly, or at least as civilly as she could given the circumstances. "I might have guessed Hunter would be behind this. So where is my dear brother then? In bed with some *beep* perhaps?" She watched as Alek's lip curled and eyes flashed, they both knew her brother had a reputation. "Oh." She continued with a smile. "So that's exactly where he is. And you're wishing it was you who graced his sheets instead?" She'd hit a nerve she could tell, as the russian charged forward towards the bars that separated them.

"Just you watch." She hissed dangerously. "I will make you wish you'd never been born. Hell will seem like heaven after the pain I show you!"

Andrea snorted. "I've been to hell darling, I've danced in the devil's grin and I tell you now; nothing you do to me can compare." She watched Aleks smile darkly and turn away heading for the stairs.

"We shall see." She said tauntingly before taking her leave.

Andrea watched her go before sitting herself down, back against the wall. She knew she should be planning a way to escape but two things stopped her. The first being that she wanted to find out exactly what Hunter had planned for her and the second? Well the second was that she didn't know if escaping was worth the effort. She lay her head back against the hard wood and began to let her thoughts wander. But no sooner had she done so she was interrupted by a commotion from the deck above and voices drifted down towards her.

"What's this?" She heard Aleksandra ask, amongst the sound of scuffling feet.

"We found another one. Shall I put her with the others?" A male voice answered. Others? There are others aboard? Andrea's heart leapt with hope at the thought. There was a pause before Aleksandra spoke again.

"No." She said, her voice thoughtful. "Put her with the captain's sister." There was the sound of more feet scuffling. "She's a feisty one isn't she?" Aleks said with interest. "Take her away."

Andrea watched with furrowed brows as three more figures appeared from the stairwell, the first struggling endlessly whilst being restrained by two naval officers. The officers eyed Andrea carefully as they opened the door to the cell, as if waiting for her to run at them. She didn't however and they threw the struggling girl towards her and shut the door before walking away as fast as they could.

"Cowards." Andrea muttered before turning her attention to the new girl. She took in her blonde-brown tresses and gagged mouth with a sigh and a soft smile. "Oh Zoe." She said sadly, before untying the gag and pulling the girl into her arms as she shook and wept.

[[Right, that's all you're getting from me this time round, I'm going to post for the rest of my bunch next time when I've figured out where they are going to be ]]

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Illuminate the way to my heart,
It's twisting on a thread
+ COME RAISE THE DEAD +

Hector grunted as he opened his eyes with strainful effort, his mind foggy and head splitting. He felt the wet wood which he lay comfortably across and the sea’s mouth eagerly snapping at his boots. Darkness clouded overhead, blocking out any light and smoke lay in his mouth like tar. He could feel a sharp pain in his left leg and peered down to find a gash, wide and oozing with scarlet liquid. The smell made him nauseous. With a croak, he called out pitifully, “Andrea?”
There was no reply. Panic stirred in the pit of his stomach as he tried totorturously recollect what had happened.
Canons, guns, smoke and flames engulfed his mind; cries of pain and fear. He could hear himself in his head, “Let loose the boats!” and an accompanying order. Her voice: “Let loose the boats!”
“Andrea, get in.”
“No! I’m not leaving!”
A crashing force.
Darkness.
Which a heavy sigh, Hector shook the thoughts from his mind. His Pearl, his ship, it was gone. Andrea...was gone. He had released Calypso, and this was how she repaid him? Destroying those who freed her and handing victory to a tyrant.
Another wave of nausea hit and panic again drowned him. “Andrea!” he cried, only to fall deaf on the oceans uncaring ears.
Sitting up with a wince, Hector’s eyes darted around him. Smoke, debris, bodies...He looked to his left; Karelle.
“Karelle?” he mouthed, sifting closer. He held two fingers to her neck, searching for that small vibration of life. He felt it. She was alive at least even if unconscious. Abrax wouldn’t be thankful for this. First Eleonora and now possibly Karelle to die with Hector in sight. The possible guilt that could rise inside him was unthinkable at present.
Hector glanced over Karelle; blood pooled around her face and matted her dark tendrils but appeared to have eased from where it flowed. Then out of the corner of his eye, Hector saw it. A flash of gold. Of blonde. Hope leapt in his chest. “Andrea!” he called out, but no response came. Immediately, he slid from the wood into the ice cold water with an almost incoherent splash. He gasped aloud at the sheer and sudden pain that the sea stabbed him with. Ice speared his body and made his mind cloud white. With a heavy breath his made his way the body that was draped over a broken mast and that was tangled in loose strands of rigging. “Drea?” he managed say as he caught his breath, with chattering teeth. Pulling her from the mast and tugging free the ropes around her, he rolled her onto and across his chest, against his pounding heart. Carefully, he parted the mass of gold and red that shielded her face and his heart stopped. “No.” he murmured passionately. “Alanna.”
She was alive. But she wasn’t Andrea. The despair the crawled and suffocated him, like ivy, threatened to drown him. Gently he laid her back across the mast and swung his arm and torso across it. With heavy eyes he watched over Karelle and Alanna.


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Soft waves lapped the palms of her hands and the backs of her legs. Indescribable pain etched across her right side which made her aware of the aching throb that pounded against her chest. As Karelle’s hazy black eyes opened, and she caught the sense of breathing once more, she was suddenly conscious of blood. The taste coated her mouth and the smell choked her nose. Looking out at first she saw nothing but black. Black smoke filled the sky and floated atop of the sea’s black waves. Burnt debris drifted behind, a bread-crumb trail.
Karelle, with colossal effort that threatened to break her, pushed herself up, drawing her arms under her chest for support. The wood she lay on was blistered and smouldered, and looked like the remnants of a dinghy.
Her heart began to pound as she felt an eerie sense overcome her. She couldn’t remember anything. Where was Abrax? Black. That’s all there was in her mind’s eye. Where was Abrax? He was there; she could feel his hands on her, still feel the imprint of his fingers on her shoulders.
Karelle’s heart stopped dead as she felt a cold weight graze past her legs and, turning around, let out a prettified yelp as a faceless body bobbed past, the dark water licking at its feast.
“So, ye be awake at last.” A familiar voice drawled from afar, sticking with what must have been discomfort. Karelle’s head snapped in the direction of his voice to see him wrapped around a mast along with another blonde body which showed no signs of movement.
“Hector.” Karelle gulped, swallowing blood. “Andrea?” she asked, nodding at blonde beside him.
Hector shook his head.
“Tis Alanna.”
“Alive?” Karelle could barely say the word. Hector nodded.
Cold wrapped around Karelle like a blanket. It was persuasive, coaxing her into sleep, an easy solution to the pain. She felt her eyes flutter and ache with want of it. Hector’s voice was the last thing she heard.
“Karelle! Ye must stay awake!”



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“Another one!” a voice hollered from the railing of the ship. Seconds later, a wrestling body was hauled onboard. Darian smirked and walked over to the newcomer. With a delighted smile, he crushed the pirate’s fingers beneath his boot, receiving a loud and stretched groan.
“You son of a-”
“Now, now.” Darian interrupted, twisting his heel, hearing the cracking of bones and ripping of skin.
“AHHHH! You-” the man screamed only to receive a violent kick across his jaw, splattering blood across the decking.
“ENOUGH!” Darian exclaimed, feeling his tempered blood simmer under his skin, threatening to unleash itself. Flicking his long shaggy hair back, the pirate glared up at Darian with fierce eyes and gritted teeth.
“When I get out of here...I’m going to kill you.” He growled.
A wide, toothy smile broke across the weasel’s face as the man before him instantly became someone he recognised. Crouching down beside him, Darian whispered with estranged amusement, “I know you.”
Benedikt Abrax chuckled and again threw back his hair. “Everybody knows me.” He grinned, before spitting out a mouthful of blood.
“Take him to the brig!” Darian called out. More soldiers appeared, gagged Abrax and bond his arms and hands. “I’m going to have fun with you, pet.” Darian purred, eyes flashing with joy as Abrax was carted away.
With bounce in his step, Darien headed to the helm, where is superior, Hunter Costello, looked out over the proceedings, eyes sharper than an eagles with a grin colder then the Devil himself.

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^Lothy^
~| Karrax/Dreax/Eoghelle/Barbea |~
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~~Siggy by Lembas~~

Anna Beckett sighed as she stood on the bow of her ship, an EITC she had stolen 4 years ago. She looked out towards were only a while ago there were flashes and and thundering of cannons. Now there was only a few ships left. She looked through her telescope trying to find on ship in paculiar. When they had first heard about the face off Anna had her crew sail towards the fight but they never got close. As soon as she saw the fight she ordered Clay, one of her best friends, to sail closer but Thomas Miller, her Tom, wouldn't allow it.

"We can't this ship would not last, and think about it of we did enter the fight what side would we take, you would not let your cousin be harmed so you would fight the pirates, but we are also Pirates." They had argued before she finally agreed and waited it out.

Now it was quiet and she wanted to check things out. "Clay, could you stir us a bit closer." The young man nodded and stirred as Anna called out for full sail.

Caroline, Tom's twin sister came up behind her. "So Miss B, you think that we will find survivors?" Anna shrugged and put her telescope in her pouch. "Or your wondereing if he is alive. That his ship was destroied."

Anna sighed. "Culer is my cousin, I havent seen him in years, but I still worry, is that so wrong? Your father was there too, yet you don't wonder about him."

"Thats because he may be blood, doesn't mean he is family. He was with our mother one weekend, thats it." Tom said, his jaw was tight. "THats why I will never take his name as long as I live." Anna sighed and looked at Caroline, the two women sighed. Tom and Caroline were born on Tortuga to one of its women, there father a pirate captain by the name of Jack Sparrow.

"We should be careful, It lookes like all the Ships are EITC." Clay said from the helm. Clay, unlike the other three didn't have a last name, he lost his family when he was quite young and never needed a last name living on the streets before he met the twins.

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Where do you go when your running away,
The cost of stopping is too great to pay.
~Amanda (saw this written in a washroom stall at a movie theater)

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Chase a couple hearts, we could leave 'em in shreds
Meet me in the gutter, make the devil your friend
Just remember what I said, cause it isn't over yet

Get.Lost.In.The.Dark.To.Find.Yourself
-sig by Loafers-

Vincent felt bile rising in his throat and it took every ounce of his power not to succumb to this sickness. Arms wrapped tightly around the bloody body, the body which belonged to his sister. He watched as with her every breath she choked on saliva and blood. Just from the look in Nadia's eyes he knew what he had not been able to ask; Isabella, she was dead.

His heart broke acknowledging this fact, and it shattered even more knowing that Nadia was just moments from her own death. Vincent couldn't even bear to watch as he lost what was left of his family.

So he didn't, instead he closed his eyes and pulled Nadia to his chest, rocking their bodies while whispering all his love to his sister. The coughing soon ceased and he didn't even have to look to know that she had finally died, her body having gone completely limp in his arms.

"No..." He murmured, pulling Nadia tighter to him but knowing there was nothing left he could do. Luckily there was someone near him that had a clearer state of mind.

"You have to let her go." Vincent finally opened his eyes to stare at the lifeless body in his arms, those blue tinted lips parted and stained with blood. The bile rose again and this time he couldn't hold it in. Letting the body fall out of his arms with a light thud he ran to the side of the ship and leaned over, emptying all the contents of his stomach that wasn't much.

Again that voice sounded behind him and he sighed. Bethany had come to be apart of his crew not too long ago, but he had quickly found a friend and companion in the brunette and he was thankful for that. She was really all he had left now that the other two halves of him were gone. The remaining Rivero triplet.

"Here, you need this more than me." Bethany pulled the blanket off of her shoulders and handed it to him, not even realizing that he was shaking.

"Thank you." He breathed, his mind and body freezing up not sure what to do now.

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The air still felt thick and hot, a hand automatically running along his neck as if he were trying to keep from choking on the smoke and gunpowder. Eyes closing only to open abruptly, every time his eyes closed he watched the tragic destruction of everything around him. Dante just couldn't handle reliving it, in one moment he lost everything and everyone he had loved.

Somehow amongst the debris of the ship he and some of the others of the Pearl had been rescued by The Medusa Euryale and were now just gathering their wits and what resources they had saved on the deck. Only Dante couldn't stay calm and gather anything but where was Soren and Aurora-Rose.

He had started at one end of the deck, moving around the pirates and by the time he got to the other end he was frantic. His entire body shivering with frustration while his face was a mask of fear. Several times he had been offered a blanket and a comforting word but he had ignored them all, quite harshly, but he couldn't be blamed for that.

"I can't lose you... either of you!" He whispered to himself, tears beginning to spring in the corners of his eyes expecting the worst.

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"Phillips! We have a prisoner that needs to be taken to see Lord Beckett." Gabriel tensed when his name was called, he was just so completely lost in his thoughts over the recent events that it had taken that stern voice to bring him back to reality.

"Of course, where is the prisoner?" He asked, head bowing as he approached his fellow redcoat.

"She is in the brig, bound of course. She was unconscious when we brought her in so I don't expect she'll be much trouble bringing her to the Captain." The man was laughing and it upset Gabe for some reason, but he didn't say anything. With another nod he turned back the way he came and headed down the stairs that lead to the brig.

He should have known what he was about to see.

On the floor, bound and gagged was the one woman he never expected to see again. The one woman who haunted his waking and sleeping dreams. His heart both broke and sang as he looked to the woman who was beginning to stir. Every part of his mind told him to run and get someone else to take Aurora-Rose to Lord Beckett but his body didn't seem to listen and he stood frozen right in front of the brig.
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Her entire body was burning and sore. She would have screamed out her pain if it wasn't for something preventing her from speaking. Then when she made to pull out the gag from her mouth she found that her hands were bound by what felt like ropes. All of this only made her want to cry out more, thrashing against the cool wooden floor.

Where the hell was she? One moment she had been on the Pearl motioning for cannon fire and the next she was being engulfed by flames and water before the world went black.

Knowing that she would have to open her eyes she did just that. It was harder to do such a simple task than she thought. A-Rose's eyelids felt like lead but after several attempts, dark eyes finally opened only to see a man staring blankly at her.

All pain ceased and all that remained was blind rage as she looked into the blue eyes of a love long gone.

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Shiloh was confused and felt extremely ill, not even resisting while two men grabbed him forcefully and began directing him down to the lower decks of the ship. The ship was what it was to him because he couldn't for the life of him say where he was. The last thing he remembered... well actually he didn't remember much. Shiloh's mind was completely boggled and he was growing increasingly frustrated.

Since he wasn't resisting the men, it seemed like they were dragging him and jostling him twice as hard to get a rise out of him. Another time Shiloh would have punched them, but he just couldn't concentrate enough to anything but be thrown into a cell that held two other blond women.

His head was throbbing and before he had a chance to see who they were he just put his head against his knees and groaned. "What happened to me?"

[[Wasn't really sure how to bring Shiloh in so I just threw him in the cell with Andrea and Zoe =)]]

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The waves that C R A S H E D upon
The R O C K S that you were trying to step along

And in my head I heard them play a S O N G

[[Just skipping this portion a day or two ahead, but the rest of the post I’m guessing, will take place directly after the battle has happened? A bit lost when it comes to the timing of all this ]]

In Port Royal, sunlight streamed through the bars of a jail cell. Opening his eyes, Edward watched Robyn huddled in the corner, her knees pulled up to her chin and tears rolling down her face. Sitting up, he breathed a, “Good Morning,” albeit knowing it was anything but. Edward and Robyn had been some of the first pirates to be captured and shipped back to Port Royal for sentencing before a judge. Their trials had taken less than two hours to reach a guilty verdict, and here they were, sentenced to hang at dawn.

Robyn had been troubled. And judging from the pallor and distress written across her face, she hadn’t gotten an ounce of sleep. But how could she be expected to rest comfortably during the last few hours of her life? “Ed… I’m frightened,” Robyn sobbed quietly, her entire form shaking from worry and fear. She had never felt this scared in her life, not even when her brother was slowly dying before her eyes. The short-haired blonde never thought she would find herself in this position, locked away in a jail cell and sentenced to death. Just the thought of what was to come made her hyperventilate and fresh tears fill her eyes.

One of the passing redcoats stopped upon hearing Robyn’s sobs, sneering at her with disgust. “What, the little wench having regrets?”

“Shut up!” Edward barked, jumping up and pressing his body against the bars of the cell. He stared the man in the eye, showing absolutely no fear. Unfortunately, bravery would do nothing to free him or his cousin at this point. Their fates were sealed.

“Don’t you talk to me that way, scum!” the guard spat, motioning for two of his comrades to come forth. “These two are first,” he announced to his fellow redcoats, unlocking the jail cell. Edward struggled and fought desperately, teeth clenched, as one soldier held him still and another clamped irons around his wrists.

Robyn did not put up a fight as her cousin had, instead trembling in the corner as two men approached her. Hoisting her to her feet, the blonde was also cuffed in a similar manner and the Blackhavens were lead from the jail out into the blinding sunlight of the Fort, where a rather considerable crowd had gathered to watch pirates pay for their crimes.

Edward’s eyes danced across the crowd for any sign of a familiar face, but there were none. No one was going to spring out of nowhere and save them, just as Turner had done for Sparrow a few years back. He looked at Robyn, trying to smile; trying to silently tell her that it would be all right when he knew for a fact that it would not.

As the two made their way up the stairs of the wooden platform, watchers in the crowd began to jeer and boo, gesturing their disapproval of the swashbucklers. And perhaps they had deserved it. But was fighting for your beliefs and freedom all that really bad?

Apparently so. The knotted ropes were placed around their necks and tightened, Robyn and Edward standing only inches apart from each other. What felt like hours passed - in reality it had only been seconds. Edward took a deep breath and closed his eyes, having given up the fight. Images of his friends, captured, drowned, dead, flashed through his mind and he shuddered. As the board fell out from beneath him, the last sound he heard was Robyn’s choked scream and gasps for air before his world went black.

[[Yes, they both died. Sorry, but I had to do it. ]]

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From her vantage point aboard the <i>Flying Dutchman</i>, Maribel felt her heart sink. Her friends… her family… they had gone down with their ship, and here she was, bearing witness to it all. And to make it worse, her soul belonged to Davy Jones, cursed to spend a lifetime of servitude aboard his ship. Chewing her lower lip, she glanced down to find that the first branches of coral were sprouting from her skin. It wouldn’t be long until she became part of the ship, much like Wyvern and Bootstrap had. And speaking of Bootstrap… well, she was certainly concerned for the man’s mentality. In what had been dubbed the battle of the Maelstrom, he had tried to kill his own son - William. Though now, it did not matter. The youngest Turner was dead, along with his new wife, Elizabeth; both claimed by the sea with their dreams of lifelong happiness.

In fact, thinking of children, her mind turned to Varianna - her firstborn most likely suffering the same fate as Will and Elizabeth. And what made it unbearable was the fact that her second born, Keyara, had helped to exterminate her very own flesh and blood. Maribel clenched the railing of the ghostly ship out of anger and hurt.

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Vari coughed violently as saltwater filled her nose and throat. She struggled to stay afloat in the churning waters, her eyes burning from the sting of the sea and from her tears. The <i>Endeavour</i> was still in her sight and she knew that if she didn’t get out of here soon, she could be among the captured or killed. Normally, Varianna would hold her friends’ lives above her own, but there was no telling what had become of them, and that old pirate rule - any man who falls behind is left behind - was looking like the best option at this point. Taking a deep breath, she ducked beneath the water and swam blindly, not caring where she ended up as long as it was somewhere far away from the East India Trading Company and her deceitful sister.

A half hour must’ve passed before Vari spied a ship on the horizon, swimming towards it with both caution and relief. A silent prayer went up that it was not an enemy ship, but it bore no colors or symbols. That could only mean one thing. A grin passed over Varianna’s features at the first sign of hope. <i>Pirates</i>. With renewed vigor, the brunette swam as fast as she could, finally reaching the wooden ladder on the side of the vessel. Shaking from the icy waters, unsteady hands gripped the wet wood and she managed to hoist herself up onto the deck, coughing and sputtering like a fish out of water.

Hazel eyes scanned the deck before she passed out from exhaustion.

[[Yay for Jari!!! ]]

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Keyara felt a sort of great relief and ecstasy welling up inside of her, just waiting to burst outwards. They had done it…… they’d actually done it. With the way things had been turning out, it seemed that the cards had not been in their favor, but in the end the pirates had met their downfall thanks to the grand flagship that was the <i>Endeavour</i>. For a moment, her mind strayed to her petite protégé, Gwenn, but the girl was somewhat forgotten as Cutler offered her his arm. She eagerly accepted like a young lady about to embark on her first courtship, taking his arm in hers and walking alongside him with her head held high. As they stopped near the bow of the grand ship, her green eyes settled on the sight of the smoking remnants of the <i>Black Pearl</i>. “It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” She inquired breathlessly.

“I’m sorry to interrupt, Sir… Madame,” Luke Irdess said, with his hands behind his back, pulling at his sleeves nervously. “But it is my authority to inform you we’ve captured Mr. Sparrow.” He gestured to the main deck where Jack was subdued and clapped in irons and being held by two fellow redcoats.

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[[Didn’t know if I should put a warning-ish thing on this, but <b>PD DON’T READ THIS! </b>]]

Soren had been one of the first people to board the <i>Medusa Euryale</i> after the <i>Pearl</i> was destroyed. Almost immediately, he’d been ushered below deck to have his wounds tended to - nothing extreme, aside from a gash on his cheek and other scrapes and bruises. After being checked on, it was determined that he had been lucky to escape with only minor injuries, if they could even be counted as such. As he ascended the stairs leading to the upper deck, he became lost in thought - thoughts about his crewmates and friends. And, above all, his lover. If Dante had been killed, then Soren certainly could not go on with his life.

Letting out a soft sigh, he breathed in the ocean air and looked about the deck. There had been many new arrivals since he had been rushed to the lower deck; some pirates he had never even seen before. It was only when he turned around did he have to look twice to make sure his eyes weren’t deceiving him. There, near the bow of the ship, was a familiar mop of raven hair, caught in the wind. Soren darted forward, nearly tripping up the staircase out of excitement. “Dante!” he called, as the man turned around and the blond wrapped himself around his lover, rocking their bodies together. Tears streamed down his face out of happiness as he pulled back to stare into dulled amber eyes that were beginning to gain their light once more. The tears burned his cut, but Soren didn’t care. Dante was alive and well and there wasn’t anything more important at the moment. “Oh God…” Words could not describe how he was feeling, so instead he decided to let his actions speak. Wrapping one arm around Dante’s neck, Soren smashed their lips together in a passionate kiss, feeling as though his heart was going to burst inside his chest.

(I'm using a story line from the other rps with Bartleby and Chrissy.

@Aramel: The Edward and Robyn post twisted my heart strings. Good job.)

Bartleby was as jubilant as any of the redcoats. He had witnessed the end of pirating. While he himself had been a contracted buccaneer he couldn't care less that some of the men floating in the ocean with their guts spilling out and nothing but the devil for company now were just like him. Especially since the Black Pearl contained some of the only pirates who had shamed him.

He grinned to himself at the mayhem and chaos. It had been a wonderful battle that had sated him more than any of the Tortuga whores might have. As the wide hull of the Endeavor slid through the dark water, littered with bits and pieces of ship and body parts, his eyes alighted on a familiar mop of red hair. Bartleby grinned triumphantly, at the woman who had taken his ship and given him a wound that had nearly cost him his arm, until he saw her start to move.

He may not be captain of this ship, but he had almost complete freedom to do as he pleased with whatever pirates he found and the first thing he was going to do with the woman, he thought, was put a bullet in her skull.

"Over there - it's a live one," he snarled and pointed at the red spot floating in the midst of the browns and blacks of the broken ship and ocean. As the ship passed by, one of the men managed to scoop the pale, battered form of the woman from the water.

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Christine felt hollow, it was as if everything that made her up was sucked out of her during the battle. The entire incident was a blur, at first she had thought they had a chance - with all the pirates and their combined experience, they very well should have won - but then the Dutchman surfaced and shot her hopes to hell. Some pirates tried to run, and the others broke away into desperate groups. Even the deck of the Pearl became divided at the end.

They had all run for those they worried for most - Christine remembered that best. She had tried to find Gibbs and Jack and Morgaine - the people that she held dear. Jack was easy enough to find, standing in the middle of the deck staring off into the distance, he reminded her of a hero doomed to death from the beginning of the story. She had almost run to him and embraced him - which she almost never did, but certain death did strange things to your actions. She didn't reach him though.

From there it was downhill there was a lot of shouting and then came the cannonballs and some of the ships were boarded. Then, for a while, there was nothing.

Her eyes had fluttered open and she didn't quite know how she had the presence of mind to grab onto the wood, but there was plenty of it and she had done it to save her life even in her panicked state. She wanted to scream, but the cold had sucked away all her energy.

Quite suddenly she felt herself being hauled upward, her shoulders ached from the strain, but she couldn't find it in herself to wince. She was dropped to the deck of a ship and her lips pressed to it reverently - she didn't care if she were a prisoner or saved, she was alive for now. When a voice rose up she was fairly sure that her heart stopped for a moment - fear filled her and she started to cry.

"Hello, Chrissy," Bartleby sneered. "Help her up, boys," he said in a false calm. Christine felt her body being held up and her face was forced upward and held in a bruising grip.

She forced herself not to look at Bartleby. Her eyes darted over the deck which was swarming with redcoats. She did however, catch sight of someone dragging away A-Rose and between to men stood Jack. She sighed, at least some of them lived.

"You shouldn't be so worried about your friends," he warned and she heard the distinctive click of a pistol hammer being pulled back into position. Her eyes went straight to the pistol now pointed at her head.

"Sir!" One of the men said quickly. "Lord Beckett ordered for the survivors to live and meet their fate at the gallows. It's too good of a death, sir," he finished. Bartleby's face contorted in rage. He wanted to kill her his hand went to her throat and shook her like a ragdoll, her head falling back and forth violently.

"Sir!" The man sounded again and Bartleby relinquished his grip, pushing the girl to the railing. "Fine," he said. "Still, wounds for wounds," before the man could stop him a shot fired and Christine crumpled to the ground holding her arm - it was the same place she had shot him. With his next movement he brought the pistol across her face knocking her cold.

"Bind it and put her in the brig," the two men nodded and quickly went about their business leaving Christine on the floor of the Endeavor's brig with the arms shackled together.

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Gibbs had managed better than most. He was tired and injured, but he wasn't broken. He found himself worrying over the two women that he had taken a shine to during the course of their journeys. Although he worried for both he found his mind lingering on thoughts of the strange dark haired witch that had become more than just an interest.

He felt a tug at his heart when he thought of what might have become of her, but he continued to fight through the muck and the waves. He wouldn't rest until he knew for sure. It was more than an hour when he found himself at the Medusa which he clambered on board with surprising speed for a man who had just seen hell.

His feet nearly slipped from him as he looked around deck, a kind soul had draped a blanket over him without his notice. His blue eyes fought to remain conscious and he saw her. His breath left and he stumbled forward in an attempt to run.

"Morgaine," he said in a cracking as he watched her face, his mind completely glossing over that a man stood next to her. He wrapped and arm around her and pulled her close, his head resting over hers. It occurred to him that she may not actually want to be touched, but he found that he didn't care - she'd push him away. Right now though he took solace in the fact that at least one person from the ship lived.

(Morgibbs!!!! Squee)

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Set 1: Nurr | Set 2: Me

Anna watched the ships, her eyes narrowed. Finally she spotted her cousins ship. "Ok." She looked at her friends and crew. "We have a choice, stay and see if we may save the lives of any who are floating in the waters, or leave to persue our own intrests." she looked at the men and woman infront of her.

Clay lifted a hand from where he stood at the helm. Once he may have suggested that they leave, survival of the fittest, but in the last 4 years he has known Anna he learned what she wanted to hear. She may have taken on a pirates life, but she never abanons if she doesn't have to. "I Say we see if we can help."

Tom glance at the young man, the youngest on the ship. He smirked and shook his head. "I'm with Clay. No one get left behind, its the rule of the ship is it not." Caroline nodded her agrement.

"We all know that is what you wish." She told Anna. "So let see who we can save."

Anna smiled. "Right then, full sail, lets find some surviors." She went up to the Helm and Clay. "Careful, there will be wreckage."

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Where do you go when your running away,
The cost of stopping is too great to pay.
~Amanda (saw this written in a washroom stall at a movie theater)

Zoe felt her knees fall heavily on the hard wooden floor. She began to shake as tears involuntary streamed down her face. Almost immediately she found her self being encompassed in warm comforting arms and gently rocked. After a minute she pulled away, using her dirty, bloodied hands to wipe the tears from her face. Her stiff body ached as she looked into a familiar face. "Andrea?" She croaked and the older woman nodded. Desperately Zoe clutched her head, trying to recall what had happened to her. She had been on the Duchess when the Dionysus had turned to set upon them. Alanna and her crewed had fought valiantly and the smaller ship had certainly held it's own against the larger destroyer class vessel. Alanna's voice still rang in Zoë's ears.

"Those who wish to; abandon ship! Those who don't; to arms!"

But only a few had dived into the black ocean, the rest took up their swords ready to fight to the death, Alanna herself leading them. But defeat was inevitable, they soon realised and with a roar the powder magazine ignited and tore apart the proud ship. At the time Zoe had been desperately trying to reach Shiloh but was instead thrown into the cold water by the force of the explosion where she soon lost consciousness. She had awoken to find herself being dragged aboard by naval officers and now found herself here, in the cold, dank cell with only Andrea for company. She took a deep breath, thoughts still whirling around her head.

"Where are we?" she asked the older woman who seemed to have already accepted her fate, whatever it may be.

"The Dionysus presumably." Andrea answered with what sounded like disinterest.

"But we aren't the only survivors on board?" Zoe pressed, thinking of Shiloh with hope.

"Apparently not, but I haven't seen anyone else yet, such as it is." Andrea sighed and looked away from her.

Zoe nodded and decided to stay quiet, seeing that deep down Andrea was hurting and didn't want to talk. It was then she heard footsteps and the sound of feet dragging. She could have sworn a brief look of hope flashed across Andrea's face and Zoë's heart went out to her before she turned and watched as a man was thrown into their cell. Her heart leapt in her chest as she recognised the mess of dark hair and the voice that spoke.

What happened to me?

She heard Andrea snort. "Same as what has happened to the rest of us I dare say." She said with indifference and Zoe threw her a dirtied look before moving closer to the man.

Gently she lay her finger under his chin and lifted his head so she could look into his dark eyes. Happiness and love filled her to the brim and threatened to flow out of her in a cascade. "Shiloh." She breathed in disbelief before winding her arms around his neck and embracing him softly, brushing her lips against his own in a tender kiss.

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Alanna slowly dragged her eyelids open. Above her all she could see was the dark night sky, stars briefly twinkling through the gaps of billowing black smoke. Her eyes stung and her lungs felt heavy, coated in tar from the soot of fires that still burnt. Her hair stuck to the side of her face, blonde corkscrew curls matted and sticky. A metallic taste filled her mouth and the smell of blood was thick in the air. She swallowed and felt her stomach twist in disgust. Slowly the memories of what had happened returned to her and the sharp sting of tears reached her eyes. Carmel was dead. She had seen it happen with her own eyes. She had married her to Felix then watched them die in each other's arms as officers from the Dionysus poured onto her ship, sparing none. Gingerly she let her head role to the side and it was then that she spotted the other captain, Hector Barbossa, with his arm wrapped around the remainder of the mast she lay on. The Duchess' mast, all that remained of her beloved ship. She tried to sit up and realised with panic that she couldn't.

"I can't feel my legs." She whispered in fear, eyes wide. She couldn't move; she was numb from the waist down.

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Kayla drifted through the despair and death filled ship, letting her eyes graze across the faces of the survivors. There weren't many of them; a dozen or so at the most. She wondered how many would have known her mother, whether any of them were friends of hers or not. She also wondered at their stories; at how they came to be here and why they had chosen a life of piracy in the first place. Desperation perhaps? Maybe some were running from crimes of their past, or just the past itself. It interested her for this was the life her mother had chosen as well and Kayla strove to discover as much about her mother as she could. She was suddenly distracted from her thoughts, however when her eyes found a dark haired woman pulling herself onto the deck from the gap in the Medusa's railings. The woman scanned the deck before passing out. Kayla stumbled forward and dropped to her knees beside the brunette. There was a small thud and she looked to her side to see Eoghan also kneeling, draping a towel around the woman's shoulders.

"Help me lift her." He muttered and Kayla nodded, threading an arm around the woman, pulling her to her feet. Carefully and quickly they half dragged her across the deck before setting her down with the others and leaving her there, propped up against a barrel once it was determined she was uninjured. There was a loud banging from the center deck and Kayla turned her attention to where Caleb stood on an upturned crate, thumping the heel of his boot until everyone was looking at him.

"If I could have everyone's attention please." He called, his voice commanding. "My name is Caleb Costello-Nightingale," There were a few whispers from the crowd as he announce his name and Kayla looked around. Some of this pirates evidently did know Andrea. "And this is my ship The Medusa Euryale." Caleb continued, ignoring the whispers. "We are not pirates, but neither are we friends of the East India Trading Company so rest assured you are safe for the while." He took a deep breath. "Now we can help you all for the time being, we have enough provisions and medical supplies to see you well but as soon as we make port then you are on your own. My family and I cannot afford to help you any further for risk of our own persecution. I ask you to kindly respect that. If you have any questions then you are most welcome to approach myself or a member of my crew. In return for this kindness all we ask is that we are forgotten. If you are captured our names are not mention at all." He looked around at the many despairing faces. "That is all."

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Hunter watched from his place at the helm as more pirates were rounded up and dragged on board. With each new body found, dead or alive, his cruel smile grew. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Aleksandra appear from the below decks and he motioned for the helmsman to take over before making his way over to her. She stood to attention as soon as she saw him heading over.

"At ease Miss Jenko." He said formally but his eyes shone with something a lot less formal. "Walk with me." He ordered and she obliged, falling into step with him gracefully, every part of her body attentive to her surroundings. "How bodes my dear sister?" He asked with a cruel interest.

"Annoyingly well." Aleksandra answered, voice crisp and cold. "Her tongue is as sharp as ever." She continued dryly to which Hunter nodded.

"We'll break her spirit soon enough, don't you worry." He answered and watched the dark smile that played across Aleks' mouth with a deep inward pleasure. He noticed that Darian Worthing had joined them and nodded in approval. "I want you to bring her to me." He addressed the pair of them. "Then the fun can begin." They nodded and the pair walked off together.

A female shout drew his attention away from the dark woman and he raised an eyebrow before heading towards the owner of the voice.

"Now, now." He said smoothly as he reached the girl. "No need for such dramatics." He caught her chin in a bruising grip between his thumb and forefinger, tilting her head up to face him. She was fair with eyes that smoldered with passion and fury. He liked it. "There'll be plenty of time for you pleading later."

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Illuminate the way to my heart,
It's twisting on a thread
+ COME RAISE THE DEAD +

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~~Siggy by Lembas~~