[ Not quite sure how that will work out since all the other survivors are on the other ship..? ]

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O children, lift up your voice, lift up your voice,
Children, rejoice, rejoice..



It doesn't matter you don't believe in God, He believes in you.

((Sorry, I'm just trying to figure out how Anna can help.))

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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)

[ I'm not sure as I don't know what the others had in mind after the survivors are saved. But I think the easiest thing is to let your ship come across another.. ]

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O children, lift up your voice, lift up your voice,
Children, rejoice, rejoice..



It doesn't matter you don't believe in God, He believes in you.

((ok.))

Anne looked into the waters as Clay stirred her ship. "See anyone alive in the waters?" she asked her crew. They all shook their heads, even Tom and Caroline. Anna sighed and looked up just as she noticed another ship. "Hold on Clay." She told him.

Tom looked at his beloved, wondering what she would do. He glanced at Caroline, his twin shrugged with a smirk. SHe obvioulsy didn't know what would happen as well.

Anne went to the side of her ship closest to the other. She cranned her neck to see who was onboard and what the ship was, but she paled, it couldn't be. She knew he wouldn't kill her, but Cutler would have no quelms about sinking her ship and killing her crew. "Clay stir us away." she called out.

((The ship she came across is the Endeavour.))

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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)

[[Umm Misa, I don't think it's a good idea for Anne to come across the Medusa as I've already written the part for Caleb & Co. and have plans for them. I really don't know what you could have her do, but perhaps her having her own ship wasn't the best idea, things are going to get confusing otherwise. Maybe have her come across the Endeavour, seeing as she's apparently Cutler's... cousin was it?

Anyway, I think I'm going to go ahead and post, that way everyone can work on part of their replies then have them ready for when Aramel posts.]]

Hunter had to stop himself from furrowing his brow as the pirate girl spoke to him. She seemed neither scared nor intimidated by him and for a man who enjoyed instilling such feelings in people her indifferent, perhaps even flirtatious, reaction to him was intriguing. He let his eyes drag across her profile and found the corner of his lips turn upward into an approving smirk. The clothes she wore did nothing to flatter her appearance it was true and yet in a strange occurrence it made her seem even more appealing. The way she held herself was befitting more to a courtier than a pirate's wench and he could not help but think she would be much fairer suited to a dress of far greater elegance than the dirtied one she wore. With great reluctance he dragged his wandering mind back to reality and to the woman's daring questions.

"Later," He said with a purr. "Will be when I decide 'later' is to be. As for my name, madam, you shall be granted no such politeness." He became aware that she had leant forward and in response did so himself, his face mere inches away from hers. In a flash he had reached out his hand and wrapped it around her slim neck and with a squeeze of his fingers he continued. "You are my capture and I your master. That is how you shall know me, not by my name." He released her from his hold and turned his face so his mouth was at her ear. "Though perhaps," He whispered, his breath lightly fluttering over her lobe. "I can be persuaded differently." The intention was clear in his words and he pulled away from her, in time to see his sister being escorted from the lower decks into his cabin. His smile grew and he turned to the nearest officer available. "Lock her in the cell closest to my cabin. I shall send for her later." He said, gesturing to Rosalind. The officer nodded and pulled Rosalind to her feet before unshackling her from the line of pirates and escorting her away.

Hunter turned for his cabin with a self-satisfied smirk but he did not get far before his attention was drawn by one of his higher officers. ""Sir!" They called. "Ahead." Hunter sighed with impatience and made his way over to where the young man was standing on the starboard side of the deck.

"What is it Lieutenant?" He asked the man, Carlist. Carlist pointed out toward the lightening horizon and Hunter strained his eyes towards the remainder of a ship, smoke billowing into the pink sky. There, amongst the wreckage, he spied three people clinging on to pieces of floating debris. He grinned. "Launch the boats and collect them, I shall leave you in charge of over seeing the operation and assigning their accommodations Drake, now don't disappoint me." With that he strode off into his cabin, his head held high and their furthering victory inflating his ego.

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Zoe clung to Shiloh as if the world threatened to tear them apart, listening to his words with a soaring heart. He loved her. She cupped his face and smiled through the tears that gently fell, tears of happiness and joy, tears of relief that he was alive and tears of desperation at the situation they found themselves in.

"Oh Shiloh," She whispered, he eyes finding his gaze and keeping it. "I love you also, I just wish I'd had the courage to say it sooner. I have always loved you."


Andrea had to look away from the scene for the emotions it invoked inside of her. Although it was a happy occasion that the pair had finally faced up to their feelings for each other, she could not help but feel her heart break at the thought that she and Hector may never get the chance to be so open about theirs. It seemed easy for Zoe and Shiloh, but Andrea knew they were different from herself and her captain; They did not need to worry about saving face, the words came to them as if they were born to say them to each other. Words such as love had never come easily to Andrea. Even if Hector was alive she knew that such a reunion was impossible for them, they were just both too stubborn.

Footsteps were heard in the stairwell and moments later Aleksandra and another man stepped forward, flanked by three soldiers. Aleks unlocked the door to their cell and Andrea couldn't help but shrink backwards at the look upon the man's face, the look of perversion and hunger. He cooed to her, his voice so sickly sweet it made her stomach turn. She had known this moment would come, the moment her brother would call for her, but despite knowing that sooner or later she would be brought before him she could not shift the feeling of anxiety that settled like a weight in her stomach. Two of the soldiers grabbed ahold of her and she suddenly felt less than compliant, resisting them as much as she could. The man was having none of it however and slipped a knife from his belt and held it up to her eye in a threatening manner. Andrea may not have been afraid of pain but she was certainly smart enough that she would avoid it if necessary and the look on the man's face told her he meant business. With her heart hammering against her ribcage she let herself be escorted from the cell and up into, what she assumed to be, her brother's cabin.

Once inside she was forced into a large backed chair facing an ornate desk, Aleksandra moved in front of her and with a cruel smile tied her wrists and ankles to the arms and legs of the chair. The rope was tight and it felt as if it was burning Andrea's skin as it cut into her, no doubt leaving large, angry welts. She kept her mouth shut however, despite her discomfort, something she had been taught to do throughout her childhood by her father. She heard the door open and Aleksandra suddenly stood, straight backed as if to attention and Andrea knew instantly who had just entered the cabin. She watched as Hunter came into view and tried to keep her face an emotionless mask, her eyes following his every move. He stood behind his desk and turned to look at her, his face as impassive as hers.

"You disappoint me Lettie." He started, his eyes focusing on his desk as he riffled through papers and books that were scattered there, as if they were more important to him than she was. "I gave you the choice to join me, to redeem yourself, but instead you choose to side with those pirate fools. All your fine schooling and your good breeding gone to waste it seems. Why is this?"

She didn't answer him and she saw his eyes flash with anger. Within seconds he had marched around his desk and come to stand in front of her, his face inches away from her own.

"Answer me woman!" He shouted but still she made no sound. He slapped her hard across the face and her head whipped to she side with the force of it, her cheek stinging. Carefully she turned her head back to look him in the eyes, those cold grey eyes.

"I have nothing to say to you, James." She hissed venomously, her upper lip curling in anger and disgust. He pushed himself away from her and walked back around behind his desk before taking his seat at it.

"Very well then," He sneered, his nose wrinkling, teeth bared. "Suit yourself." He gestured with his hand and Aleksandra stepped forward and crouched down beside Andrea's chair.

"I think I'm going to enjoy this." She whispered into her ear before nipping her lobe with her sharp teeth.

Andrea hardly made a sound over the next hour, as Aleksandra did indeed make her feel as if Hell would have been a release from the pain she was experiencing. No whimper or cry escaped her lips as blood was enticed from her by fist and blade, all the while being watched by Hunter and she wondered briefly, when her mind allowed her, whether she would have made Hector proud.

After what seemed like an eternity she was dragged back to her cell, head lolling and body screaming in protest at every miniscule movement she tried to make. She failed to noticed, as she was thrown back into the cell, that more people occupied the brig than had been there before she'd left.

"That *beep* needs a collar and chain." She mumbled to no-one in particular before unconsciousness claimed her.

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Alanna watched silently as the ship grew nearer, her stomach twisting with anxiety and fear. Within a half hour it was close enough for her to read the name across the hull and when she did she gasped, her fears realised.

"It's the Dionysus." She whispered to Hector, or the other captain as she had taken to referring to him as inside her head. She had always preferred Jack's company to his. Jack at least was more upbeat and had a greater sense of adventure or so Alanna thought. Boats were launched from the Dionysus, each carrying a dozen naval soldiers ever closer towards them. The game was up and Hector was right; Beyond here did lie nothing for them. The first of the boats reached them and Alanna found her self staring into the business end of eleven bayonets. Her attention was next drawn to the man who commanded the possessors of these bayonets and with a jolt she realised she recognised him.

"You!" She hissed as she met her brother's eye with a mix of surprise and hatred, she hadn't seen him since the day he had ordered for her precious Duchess to be sunk and now he appeared to have been behind her sinking again.

"Alanna!" Carlist exclaimed, apparently equally as surprised to find his sister clinging to the remainder of a mainmast. Her reached his hand down to her so he could help her into the boat and she looked at it with loathing before spitting at it.

"Go to hell!" She hissed further as the other two boats reached them and started to deal with Hector and Karelle. Within seconds the rest of the soldiers had grabbed her and bound her wrists in heavy iron. Her brother looked at her sadly before nodding to the rowers.

"Take us back to the Dionysus." He commanded them and did not look at Alanna again until they had reached the ship.

"She's dead you know," Alanna said venomously as she was forced onto the Dionysus, Carlist in front of her as the soldiers lead her, Hector and Karelle below deck. "Carmel, your sister. Dead at the hands of your beloved East India Company." Carlist remained silent and it angered her. "She's dead because of you!" She shouted as they came to a stop in front the cells they would be allocated.

"Separate them." Carlist said to the soldiers, ignoring his sister still. He watched as Alanna was thrown into the cell with Zoe and Shiloh whilst Hector and Karelle were pushed into the opposite cell that held Abrax. He then motioned for the soldiers to take their leave before approaching the bars of what was now Alanna's cell. "It is not I" He hissed, equally as venomous as she had. "That should be held responsible for Carmel's death, but you Alanna. You abandoned us when our need was greatest, when we were but children. It is you who has made us what we are today." With that he pushed himself away from the bars and walked off without a glance behind him, pausing briefly on the stairs to let Aleksandra and her blonde prisoner by.

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Caleb looked at the woman who had approached and spoken to him, raising his brow in a quizzical manner. "It is no burden miss," He said softly, casting a quick eye amongst his family. "I would hope someone would extend such a kindness to myself if I were in a similar situation." He looked toward the tall figure that was Vincent then to the two smaller bodies that lay slightly away from him. "I'll take care of it personally." He assured the woman before gesturing for Liam and Eoghan to come forward. Together the wrapped the bodies in a couple of the remaining blankets before disposing of them appropriately. It did not please him to see such young girls buried at sea and his gaze found it's way to his daughter, Noirin. Had he had his way, she would have been left at home with her Grandmother, but both women were stubborn and had refused to stay behind. A sudden flurry of activity brought him from his thoughts and a cry went up that caused Caleb's stomach to lurch.

"Ship, ho!"

He ran to the side of the ship and raised his telescope to his eye, scanning the horizon. He quickly found the offending ship and sighed in relief as he saw the name upon its side. "It's the Thalassa!" He called to his crew, whom vsiably relaxed. Caleb's stomach did not untwist however; the Thalassa belonged to his uncle Bartley and there was no doubt that trouble was brewing for the family.

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

((ok, I will edit it.))

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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)

Abrax pushed himself away from the bars of his cell as Isabella strutted off at the sound of her voice being called; no doubt by that spineless whelp. He gently sat himself down, his muscles aching. For a long while, there was nothing but silence; the occasionally cough, and noiseless whispers of comfort. Abrax watched on, into the cells around him. Andrea still hadn’t been taken back, and it was starting to grind on him. What troubled him more so, was although new prisoners came, none of them were Karelle. The last thing he had heard before the almighty cannon blast was the sound of Karelle’s voice, threaded with fear, yet still thick with her purring accent. “Abrax!”

At the sound of a new moan, Abrax’s mind slowly wondered back to the present. His eyes unhurriedly moved towards the sound of the man’s rough voice. He cast his dark eyes over the bend figure, face hidden under shaggy and bloodied hair.

“Who are you?” he asked, “How long have I been here?” his voice was taught with anxiety, not a surprise. It was the same sound underlying in everyone’s voice in this newly founded hellhole.

With a dept breath Abrax drawled out, “That’s none of your business.” Turning his head fully towards the man a cell or two next to his own, Abrax added his voice impassive and lazy, “And I don’t know. I didn’t even notice you.” There was a long pause and with another sigh, Abrax smiled hopeless smile, “Nobody knows how long they’ve been down here.”

As silence crept back into the cells, a new sound floated from above deck. Scuffling, ardently refusing feet, shouts and the sound of jangling keys. Suddenly, fresh meat appeared, accompanied by soldiers. A voice rang out that caught Abrax’s ears. A familiar voice. An irritating voice. Alanna! He recognized her instantly as a strip on light hit her face...and then...his heart stopped and the word flew from his mouth before he rationalized anything in his head. “Karelle!” he cried out, voice caught in his throat, seeing her in the shadows behind Alanna and held by soldiers. Eagerly he sprang – ignoring the pain – to the cell door, gripping the metal so tight that his knuckled whitened.

Her face was paler, smeared with blood. It clotted her dirty blonde hair and streamed down her neck and stained her soaking shirt. Her eyes darted to his, widening. But she said nothing. Abrax slumped backwards, allowing soldiers to drive her inside his cell...along with a less welcome guest. Hector. Typical.
He ignored him. “Karelle...” Abrax said again, voice softer. He extended his arm out to her, welcoming her into an embrace, which Karelle slid into, her own arms wrapping up and around his damp shoulders.


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Karelle sighed in relief to see him there, aside from a few cuts and bruises, Abrax was unscathed. The fear that had gripped her so, disappeared. With Abrax near, she felt safe. Wary but safe, if the two could ever be put together. He held her against his chest, cradling her head, as if she were an infant. She breathed in the familiar smell of him: sea, musk, danger and the new tang of blood. Peering out of the corner of her eye, and over her shoulder she spied Hector. He stood there silently, eyes boring into her back. What was the look he gave them? Jealously? Disgust? Longing? But then, Hector’s eyes abruptly became fixation less where. He eyes locked outside the cell and into the opposite, into which Alanna had been placed. A broken figure had been escorted back.


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Hector’s attention quickly left the two embracing before him and quickly found its way to the woman who had been placed back into a nearby cell. A blonde woman. A blonde woman whose face was hidden behind her curtain of hair. But he could swear it was.....

Gulping, he edged closer to the cell’s gate and peered out between its damp cold bars. “A-Andrea?” he called, his voice low and gruff, floating in the empty space between cells, in the end, a ghostly whisper to the one receiving his voice. His heart thundered against his ribcage.
Could it be her? She didn’t look up. Either it wasn’t her or she couldn’t hear him. “Andrea!” he said again, shaking. “Andrea, look at me!” He knew it was her. It could feel it now. The certainty in his own voice convinced him, as well as the others in the brig that looked towards her, waiting.
He could feel Abrax and Karelle’s eyes on his back. He felt hot under his wet and cool clothing, his cheeks were reddening. Could he do it? Bare all here? It seemed a fitting place, where death was present. This would be one of the only times he could admit it all. It swelled inside of him, thumbing, demanding to be released, the simple words; three of them. I Love You. But like a crashing wave, pride collapsed on top of him as more eyes became visible around him. It washed out the wanting. He bit his tongue and waited. Waited for acknowledgement. She lifted her head to the sound of him. And the battle of his inner wills began all over again.




(yeah, should mention now, Karelle's appearance has changed!:blush: I need to update Bios and stuff which I'll get onto soon! )

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

[ *sniffs* I absolutely loved your post Goldy. It was really worth the wait, definately! I think you surpassed yourself in Guin's desperate situation and especially the last paragraph of her post is haunting! I think we have alot of plotting to do for our love triangle in this RPG!

Hurray for BHLN, I'm sure the others will post soon.. I'm still waiting for Mae to post.. and perhaps for someone to find Sam.. ]

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O children, lift up your voice, lift up your voice,
Children, rejoice, rejoice..



It doesn't matter you don't believe in God, He believes in you.

[[I think I’ve an idea when it comes to Jack and Gwenn… ]]

Keyara simply watched as Cutler knelt down by Jack and let him know exactly how it was. This charade was over and Sparrow’s luck had finally worn out. Seeing the man in shackles only seemed to brighten her spirit even more; though in her heart she wished it had been her sister instead. But a captured pirate was still a captured pirate, after all. Hands clasped against her lap, Keyara looked down at Jack over the tip of her nose, head raised in triumph.

Jack gritted his teeth as Beckett spoke, his voice taunting and bitter. A million and one thoughts raced through his mind; his friends, his ship, his rum… all lost at the hands of the power-hungry Lord before him. How he longed to wrap the shackles around Cutler’s neck and choke the life out of him… though he could not. Not when he was aboard the enemy ship and currently surrounded by a mass of redcoats. Jack didn’t look Beckett in the eye, though he picked up every word that was said. Instead, he focused his gaze on a small movement that seemed to have gone unnoticed by the other crewmen; a small sparrow, struggling against the wet deck, its wing pierced by a sharp splinter of wood. <i>Dying…</i>

A gentle pair of hands scooped the small bird up, narrowly avoiding a soldier’s boot. The sparrow didn’t make a sound, choosing instead to not put up any sort of struggle. Gwenn held it carefully, stroking its back in soothing circles as she stepped aside of Keyara, appearing as an almost identical, but much younger, version of the woman. “Mum, look,” Gwenn breathed, continuing to softly stroke the bird. “It’s injured… may we help it?”

Keyara looked over the creature with a sense of pity, but did not give in. “Gwennyth, you’ve already a finch - for what do you need a second bird?”

“But mum… only until its healed - please?” the fifteen-year-old protested, her lips forming a pout.

“All right. But only until its healed, then you must set it free.” As Gwenn held out her cupped hands, Keyara carefully extended the bird’s wing, quickly pulling the splinter out as not to cause the creature any more pain. The sparrow screeched as the penetration was removed from its body, laying on its stomach and heart beating so fast that it was in danger of suffering a heart attack. There was no blood on the wound - only a small, deep hole. “Bandage that and allow him to rest.” Gwenn nodded at Keyara’s orders before making her way back to her cabin.

Jack found himself coming back to the situation at hand, curiosity upon his brow. The young girl seemed as though she actually had a heart - unlike the rest of those aboard this ship. Perhaps she would be of use later, if he could simply persuade her - and if a later time ever came. But it was extremely unlikely to hold an execution at sea; Beckett would most likely wait until they returned to dry land, using every opportunity in between to taunt and tease him in that cocky tone. “The dance may be over mate, but the music hasn’t ended. Ye can do with me what you will, but I guarantee this is far from finished.” There had to be others out there, somewhere - one battle and one victory did not yet signal the end of piracy.

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A black plane spread before her, stretching endlessly on into oblivion; Vari found herself standing in the middle of nothingness. There were images and scenes flashing by one by one by one; each a different point in her life from birth until this point. Some with Peter and Maribel, others showing events of her early years. And then that of the day she began pirating; a young, adventurous Varianna making her way through the town of Tortuga with pride. Memories. Her very first crew, most of whom were dead. Richard Chandler - her first love, her first fiancé - but not her last. The <i>Phoenix</i> sailing through calm waters, and then, destroyed, sinking to the bottom of the Atlantic. Losing Edward and Sam in churning waters and washing ashore some odd island. Sunset, sunrise. Then Jack Sparrow and a decade of adventures. Finding the Dead Man’s Chest, losing the heart to Beckett. Months passing by. Singapore and Sao Feng, and the edge of the earth. Deals and negotiations and double-crossing, all winding down to the final battle of the Brethren, who had unfortunately failed in their task. The visions became hazy, clouding over and being replaced by the voices of her friends and family. Broken pieces of conversation that she had carried with her all her life.

<i>“I don't find it hard to see you and Jack as acquaintances... And my step-father might be more nosy. But you're smart, so I think we'll be able to fool him… Jack might not be hard to find, but working with him and getting him to share his key and secret would be…Wasn’t there a plan to get a ship?… Women like strong men. Men that can defend 'em… and protect 'em… Didn’t we almost die together when trying to save our ship?… I need to know that this ain’t just a one night thing… I need to know it’s fore’er… Estoy alegre finalmente haber encontradole, Degaldo… Yer key go to a chest, and is what lay inside da chest ya seek, don’t it?… Hello Vari, Rory. Long time, no see… You’re acting rather strange… Well, this be a very interesting state of affairs… I’m far too on edge about the whole Davy Jones situation… Are you going to sit and wait here, not knowing if your mother will ever return? Will you not do anything? …”</i>

And a melody, clear as day; a tune perhaps, her mind had conjured by itself:

<i>Well, my ship is in the harbor / And the sails are spread / Listen to me, pretty baby / Lay your hand upon my head / Beyond here lies nothing / Nothing done and nothing said…</i>

Hazel eyes cracked open, blinking through the burning sensation of salt water and settling on the figure before her. A weak smile grazed her lips as Varianna looked up to see Joseph cradling her sopping form. “Kerringston,” she muttered, keeping her head against his chest and feeling his elevated heartbeat, like a drum playing out a marching tune. <i>So he <u>does</u> have a heart,</i> she mused silently, focusing on nothing other than the man holding her close. But it was the wrong man. “Where’s Ed?” she questioned softly, feeling a numbness overcoming the lower half of her body. She was cold, she was wet, and she hadn’t eaten in God knows when. And she needed warmth (along with a change of clothes) very urgently. Thankful for the body heat radiating off of Joe, Vari held the man tighter against her body never wanting to let go. Wherever Edward was, she could only hope he was safe and sound. But something pulled inside of her, a painful sensation in her chest and a tinge of worry. Vari could sense the uncertainty of Ed’s whereabouts, figuring that Joe neither knew, nor did he care anyway. “Never mind that… Will you take me below deck? I’m frozen to the core.”

[[Teehee, Joe and Vari alone below deck will lead to some sweet Jari moments! Bring it on! ]]

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Soren wrapped himself in Dante’s warmth as they stood together as reunited lovers. He knew that Dante was greatly concerned about Aurora, but there would be the time and place for that. Right now what mattered was the here and now, making sure that those aboard the ship were all right before running off in search of their friends. “A-Rose is a big girl now, don’t know you she can take care of herself?” Soren replied with a tinge of sadness coating his voice. If she were here right now, she would be telling him to lighten up and not to be so down. But the fact was, she could be anywhere right now; though it was highly unlikely she had died. If there was one thing A-Rose was good at, it was evading the devil and always making it out to see another day. “We can’t allow ourselves to dwell on this,” he added softly, mostly for his own comfort and peace of mind.

And now they had to figure out what they were going to do once this ship made port - as Caleb had said, they were going to be on their own once their feet touched dry land. “I am fully aware of how selfish this sounds, but before we think of the others, we must first take care of ourselves. We are no good to the others if we’re dead.”

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The waves of the sea calmly lapped against the sloping hill of sand that made up a small, deserted island that was no longer entirely deserted. Faint traces of footprints upon the wet beach could still be seen, leading in a winding path towards a makeshift shelter.

“Can you see anything yet?”

“Ugh,” came the exasperated reply, “you’ve asked me that nearly a thousand times. And as always, the answer is no, you imbecile! I can’t see anything through this fog.” Gray-blue eyes continued to strain through the heavy mist blanketing the surface of the water, but it did no good.

“They’re probably all dead anyway. Besides, I know a wonderful way we could pass the time…”

A sharp <i>crack!</i> was Shaelyn’s reply as her hand connected with Alejandro’s face.

“You’re barking up the wrong tree, jacka<b></b>ss. You’re exact reason I love women and women only. Men like you are disgusting, lying, cheating backstabbers who don’t know how to treat a woman. Gods, I can’t believe we’re having this conversation.” Shae crawled out of the constricting shelter and stood tall, hands on her hips as she continued to look for any sign of a ship on the horizon.

Alejandro simply brushed off her insults and came to stand beside her, noticing the way Shaelyn rolled her eyes as he began speaking. “Perhaps you should let me try to change your mind… or better yet, bring Alanna also - I’m sure the both of you’ll feel differently when I’m finished.”

“You repulsive pig - you’d better keep Alanna out of this,” Shaelyn growled, one hand gripping Alejandro’s vest and the other forming a fist as a warning.

“Ooh, did I strike a nerve?” Alej teased, chuckling in her face.

Shaelyn swung.

A swift punch to the jaw sent the womanizer flying backwards into the sand, landing hard on his back. Alejandro rolled onto his side, then on his hands and knees as he began coughing up blood. He gritted his teeth as he stood, a thick trail of blood running down the side of his mouth and chin and turning the white sand crimson.

“Next time it’ll be my blade at your neck,” Shaelyn said as she turned her back to him and kept a weather eye on the horizon. “Ain’t me you should be trying to seduce. Next time try that strumpet cousin of yours, Varianna. Always with a different guy every time I look at her.”

“She hasn’t found the perfect man yet - me,” Alejandro boasted, wiping away the excess blood on his chin with the back of his hand.

Shaelyn snorted. “Don’t make me laugh. Any woman who would want anything of yours is absolutely mad.”

“Mad with desire, you mean,” Alejandro smirked, his ego inflating even more than it already was. “Don’t worry, Shaelyn. I know you’re jealous that it isn’t you I’m going after, but there’s really no reason for that green monster to make you lash out.” He winked at her before walking off, leaving Shaelyn’s blood to boil in disbelief and resentment.

[[If anyone else wants to have their lesser-used charries be on the island with Shaelyn and Alejandro, it’s fine with me. I hope it’s okay that I added Shae and Alej in there, just wanted to add a light-hearted scene what with all the tragedy and such. ]]

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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-

((Ok, I am reposting, plust going to add more. My brain juices are flowing))

Anne looked into the waters, full of pirates who had fallen, as Clay stirred her ship. "See anyone alive in the waters?" she asked her crew. They all shook their heads, some were crossing them selves, even Tom and Caroline. This was truely a sad bleak day, so many gone. Anna sighed and looked up just as she noticed another ship. "Hold on Clay." She told him causing the young man to halt striing and the ship glided by the bit of wind. Anna took her telescope out and going to the rail watched the ship in front of her.

Tom looked at Anna, wondering what she would do. He had already seen who was on the ship, having reconized him from a small painting Anna had. He had asked her once whay she had kept it, and her answer was simply they weere cousins, and were fond of each other once. He glanced at Caroline, his twin shrugged with a smirk. SHe obvioulsy didn't know what would happen as well, Anna would be torn by family and 'duty' so to speak.

After some spying she stopped . There, she saw him on the deck, Cutler Beckett, her cousin. She knew he wouldn't kill her, but Cutler would have no quelms about sinking her ship and killing her crew. "Clay stir us away." she called out, not wanting to have to face her cousin or any chance she would have to make a life change choice.

((The ship she came across is the Endeavour.))

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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)

Shiloh wasn't sure he had heard her right. His first thought upon seeing the tears was that he had something wrong and now all friendship with Zoe was gone, but the moment he allowed her words to actually sink in did his heart clench and his body react.

Arms pulled Zoe close to him, embracing her like he had never done before, fingers tangling in light and dark hair while his cheek rested against the crown of her head.

He was loved and although they were thrust into a terrible position of being captured it seemed just a bit better now.

Relief and exhaustion kicked in and he found himself falling into a semi slumbering state, eyes closed even as his ears picked up the faint sounds of what was going on around him, including the breathing of Zoe and the voices of men and women who were joining them in captivity.

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Bethany bowed her head to the captain of the ship. Thankful that he understood the pain of the situation. She, personally, had never lost anyone she loved and it was only in this moment that she took time to appreciate this simple fact. Vincent had not only lost family but two halves of himself, she could only imagine what he was going through right now.

Keeping one eye on Vincent she watched as the captain and his family disposed of the bodies, tears pooling at the corner of her eyes. She did not let them fall though, their memories did not need tears and sadness.

Deciding that the best thing she could do for Vincent was to just stay by him she gave her thanks once more to Caleb before making her way to where Vincent still stood wrapped in a blanket once more and just stood beside him. Looking into the darkened sea.

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Dante couldn't help himself, it was his nature to be so nurturing and caring. Which was quite ironic seeing his profession of piracy, but he blamed it on the crazed woman for getting under his skin and into his heart like a younger sister he never had.

Soren was right though, he need not worry. A-Rose would fight tooth and nail before she let death take her prematurely and wherever she was she would be giving the people hell. That notion made him grin, placing a brief kiss to Soren's cheek in silent thanks for keeping him sane. Who knows what would have happened him out of sheer worry if he didn't have his constant rock by his side.

"That does not sound selfish at all..." Though, Dante could be a bit biased with that statement but it also held merits of truth that he was going to stick too. What good would they be for others if they weren't safe and sane themselves.

"It seems trouble is brewing though, should we see what's going on?" He lifted a ringed finger to point towards Caleb and the others who were now looking towards a foreign ship that was coming their way.

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What Gabriel really wanted to do was to make his way to the upper deck of the ship and move towards his cabins. It only took him a moment to realize that that was probably the safest place to take Aurora-Rose. He didn't need the questions or the probing glances and he sure as hell didn't need the Captain to find out that he was attempting to save the life of a pirate. Any excuse he could think of would simply fall on deaf ears so there was no point in even trying.

All of this was put to the back of his mind though as he watched Henry push himself forward in the brig, glaring daggers at his fellow captives who Gabe assumed were also pirates from their state of dress.

He was immediately put off when his question was ignored but decided to listen to whatever it was that Henry had to say, which was in fact quite intriguing although highly suspicious. If Henry cared nothing for the pirates around him why would he want to help Gabriel save A-Rose.

"What can you do to save her?" Pale brows furrowed as he stared at the man who he believed he could trust but with a grain of salt of course. Though he had to admit time was growing short, with every feint breath from A-Rose he feared the worse. A battle waged inside his mind as he looked from Henry, to the other pirates in the brig, to A-Rose and then back. All he needed from Henry was a truthful answer and he would release the man, Henry was offering him something that he couldn't refuse.

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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

[[Small bump for the others. <3 ]]

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

(OMG a post! I'm assuming Jack is going to be placed with the rest of the characters, so I just had a reaction post for his entrance unless y'all had another place you wanted him. Warning for Chissy angst where she may admit to herself that she likes Jack a little too much. I'll add on Gibbs whenever I don't feel like I'm going to pass out from sleep deprivation.)

Christine's head turned sideways too fast for her weakened body's comfort and she let out a choked cry from pain. Her blue eyes locked onto the familiar form of Kaj and she knew she should be happy, but with the shadow of death looming over them was still to near for her to let the emotion through. Despair perpetuated and she seemed little more than a drowned soul who had been unable to escape its earthly confines though it wanted to.

"Kaj," she returned in a voice equally roughened by hardship. With a sharp intake of breath she grabbed the bars and drug herself to him with her good arm, stopping only when she had reached him. The pain was evident in her posture and by the tears which left trails through the gunpowder and dirt on her face face, but she had lost even the strength to yell.

She was about to continue and tell him that she couldn't say where they were, nor even express that she was happy to see him live. Christine winced as her newly injured arm was shaken. Her attention was certainly turned to Eve now who she recognized and the same feeling of wanting happiness came through her. Luckily Eve had answered Kaj's question for her. The Endeavor. Beckett's ship.

She, however, could provide no such help to the girl.

"I cannot say for either," she replied with a shake of her head. "I am afraid that I did not see them." She saw the tears welling in Eve's eyes and she wanted to tell her to have hope, but it would be false. Let her mourn and if they lived then she would be most pleasantly surprised.

Her attention was turned to Kaj again and only one word needed to be spoken. All of her fear and anger were poured into it and it was ground out like the most horrific curse of the century. "Bartleby."

She stopped speaking then because of footsteps on the stairs. There were guards and in between them stood Jack. Their captain. She couldn't say what emotion she felt then. He didn't look defeated like the others, though. She knew why.

He had a plan, he always did. From the way he walked and the look on his face she knew that it was the same as always. Jack would escape. He would be relatively unharmed, but he would leave everyone else behind.

He would leave her behind. She was glad she couldn't feel anything right now because she knew it would hurt.

They locked him into the brig and, though all of her screamed to reach out through the bars to tell him everything that had threatened to overflow so many times before, she couldn't bring herself to do anything but look at him. Maybe she didn't need to say anything though, she hoped it was all written on her face; all the emptiness and abandonment and sheer hopelessness that everyone around her except him shared because sure a day comes Jack would get out alive. She would forgive him, even though it would certainly be the death of her because she couldn't do anything else when it came to Jack. She was under his control just as certainly as everyone else his poisonous being came into contact with.

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Heavens no. Hell Yeah.


Set 1: Nurr | Set 2: Me