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Post by Sylvia Phoenix on Feb 26, 2007 17:30:32 GMT -7
Sylvia repeatedly gave orders to fire, screaming over the crashing and banging sounds to her men below. Eventually the mast collapsed in the barrage, and the Battle Snake went down. She watched quizzically as the Birdy (What a lame name for a battleship, she was thinking) came around the other side of her ship. Its gun ports were now shut up. Why, she wondered, weren't they there to sink her as well? She watched the ship come around near hers and wondered if the captain was going to come out and talk or what. Probably couriers of her buddy Davy Jones come to negotiate the return of the heart, though Sylvia already had that and was able to get her ship back without having to give him her soul. Which meant these people must be here for a different reason.
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Post by Captain Jack on Feb 26, 2007 21:16:02 GMT -7
Without a question planks were lowered between the two ships. A single women who was rather tall with long brown, wavy hair walked aboard Sylvia's ship. She was very slender, her white tank top fitted her figure perfectly but had a brown over sized coat to hide her arms. She had no hat or bandanna or beads.
This women walked aboard with her hands in her pockets. With a slightly confused and bored look on her face she walked over to Sylvia examining her carefully. "You're the captain of this ship?" she asked in an American accent.
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Post by Sylvia Phoenix on Feb 27, 2007 17:01:47 GMT -7
"Damn straight I'm the captain of this ship," Sylvia replied in an equally American accent. "And you'll do well to tell me who you are, my friend, before something very unfortunate happens to you, compliments of my lovely custom flintlock pistol."
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Post by Captain Jack on Feb 27, 2007 23:24:55 GMT -7
The younger woman's gaze fell down to Sylvia's pistol then back up. Her eyes were sharp green with black eye shadow/eye liner to bring them out even more. "To most people, yes that would be most unfortunate. But today is a bad day for me so shooting me might actually be a good thing." the woman said staring at Sylvia with a strong yet relaxed look.
Jemmy soon came on deck eager to know what was going on. Or maybe more eager to meet this new younger woman. He made his way over standing in front of Sylvia and this other woman. "Hi, I'm Jemmy." he introduced.
The younger woman looked at him with unpleasant eyes. "If you don't have any importance in this conversation then shut up." she said rudely then turned back to Sylvia. "Okay, look, how we found you and why we found you is a little complicated. So, I'm just going to get someone else aboard my ship who can explain it better and probably more pleasantly than I can. Mmmk? Now wait here, I shall go get him." the younger woman told Sylvia and started to walk away. But before she left she turned once more to say one other thing, "I'm Catherine by the way. Most people call me Birdy though. Don't ask."
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Post by Sylvia Phoenix on Feb 28, 2007 15:59:25 GMT -7
((how did I know you'd bring your latest fandom into this? xDDD))
Sylvia stared back at the woman with her equally sharp green eyes surrounded by equally black kohl. The fact that this person was at least five years younger made her feel quite superior. The invitation to shoot the other woman was enticing, but she knew better than to get on her crew's bad side before she knew what was going on. As soon as Jemmy tried to enter the conversation she shoved him away. "Yeah, shut up Jemmy," she concurred with the other woman. As the woman went back to her ship Sylv said "Don't expect me to patronize you, girl. You're above your class if you think you can just casually affiliate with me." She was curious about what this was all about, however.
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Post by Captain Jack on Feb 28, 2007 16:37:58 GMT -7
((I couldn't just leave him! I luff him too much))
Catherine just shrugged and walked off back to her ship. Few minutes later Catherine could be seen walking back over to the Victorine with a man fallowing her. "This is the person who can probably explain things better," she told Sylvia and stepped to the side.
Like his normal self, Desmond stood there. He was still the same with his overgrown brown hair and chocolate brown eyes. Somehow he had managed to keep himself clean as far as appearance went. He stayed silent while he stared at Sylvia. Really, he had no idea how she would react.
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Post by Sylvia Phoenix on Feb 28, 2007 16:46:55 GMT -7
Sylvia stared strangley at Desmond for a minute before saying quizzically, "Ain't you supposed to be dead?"
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Post by Captain Jack on Feb 28, 2007 16:55:20 GMT -7
Desmond tilted his head slightly then nodded, "Yea, but cheating is much more fun." he replied with a smirk. "Cheating it?" Jemmy asked. Des looked at him for a moment with his own quizzical look. "You're the last one I would expect questions from," he said. Jemmy just looked away uneasily.
((Ma muse sucks right now))
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