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PostPosted: October 31st, 2005, 9:48 am 
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Minara raises one eyebrow and waits for an answer from Jack's supposed 'cousin'.

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Arabella looked up. So this was Jack's cousin. Hmm...

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Margaret swallowed. What could she do, what would she do? She looked at Jack, there was a fear in her eyes, and a plea for help. Then something cliked in Dracks head. "Margaret!" he roared, he freed one hand, and grabed one of his pistols. "I'll kill you! We had a deal!" He pulled the trigger. Everything went slow motion for her. Suddenly she could feel the pain, and blood seeping from her wound in her side. "Jack." She whispered before collapsing.


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Jack stood up as Drack grabbed the pistol. He was to late. He flinched as the trigger was pulled. After it was shot he felt his chest looking for a hole or wound. He was fine, and gave a relieved smile. He looked down at Margaret with a frown, and tried to pull her back up. It was no use, so he laid her down on the wooden floor, tore a piece of his shirt and applied preasure to her wound.

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Arabella ran over. "Do you need help? I've had some experience in treating a wound like this."

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Jack shook his head at Arabella, but he didn't look at her. He kept staring at the wound hoping it would stop bleeding soon which it didn't. "I have it under control." But, apparentely he didn't.

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Margaret looked at Jack through faded eyes. "I sorry Jack. I think I'm dieing." She was feeling faint. "Your the greatest cousin ever. I love you." She smiled weakly, missing the look of fear and worry in her cousins eyes. "I had hoped we could sail together again though."


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For once in his life, Jack's eyes watered, by no tear fell. "Margaret stay with me!" He shook her quite violently, almost looking like a mad man. "Margaret!" He yelled louder. He finally turned around to Arabella and said unwillingly, "I need yer help."

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OOC: Just so you you know Margaret won't die. She is just greattly wounded and near death, but SHE WON'T DIE.


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(For a minute there I thought you were leavin' the RP! Ha ha!)

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"We need to get her out of here. Then I need some place where I can remove the bullet. Can you find me some place like that?" she asked.

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((Nope, But I love the drama.))


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Jack shrugged. He lifted his hands and gestured with them saying, "Anywhere!" He then lifted a finger infront of Aradella's face and said, "Except...outside." He tilted his head towards the door.

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Minara's eyes flash with rage, and immediately her dirk slices into Drack's throat, ripping through his jugular and sending blood everywhere. She shoves him against a wall and walks over to Jack and Margaret. "Get out of the way...." Without further ado she grabs a piece of cloth out of a puch at her belt, a bowl of salt off a table, and snatches the sash from Jack, cutting through it with the bloody dirk. Minara shoves the dirk into the wound, digging out the bullet and ignoring Margaret's scream. "Will you keep her quiet!" She pours the salt onto the bleeding wound and stuffs the piece of cloth into it, plugging, and then wraps the sash about it. "There... All done...Gi'mme somethin'..." She holds out her hand, obviously wanting money for her trouble.

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Jack's eyes looked very confused at all this. He then acted fastly, flipped Minara's hand around and kissed it. "Thankyou." He said with a look of relief. He then noticed all the blood that was here and there and almost everwhere from Margaret and Drack. Seeing this made his head feel dizzy and before anyone could do anything...Jack passed out.

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Arabella caught Jack. "Jack are you alright? Can you hear me?" She pulled him over to a chair and sat him down.

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