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Post by Sylvia Phoenix on Apr 1, 2007 19:57:28 GMT -7
Christabel may have been washed up but she wasn't about to bow to a lowly cabin boy, so she took the bottle with what conceit she could muster at the moment and drank all its contents without question. She wanted this kid to remember his place. She was, after all, nobility.
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Post by Captain Jack on Apr 1, 2007 20:16:44 GMT -7
Paolo continued to work on more coconuts and kept silent. He didn't really feel it was appropriate to say anything else, he was after all just a cabin boy. Time passed and Paolo had cracked enough coconuts to fill half the bottle up for Christabel. He decided to take a break since his hands were very raw from peeling and pounding.
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Post by Sylvia Phoenix on Apr 1, 2007 20:36:51 GMT -7
When the bottle was full of the sweet milky stuff from the coconuts Christabel took the bottle and readily drank every last drop. It tasted incredibly good after three days of nothing but small sips of old ale, and she wanted more, but Paolo obviously was not going to be producing any more for a while. She sat the bottle down and leaned back on her hands. "Is there anyone else alive from the ship?"
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Post by Captain Jack on Apr 1, 2007 20:42:51 GMT -7
Paolo, who had been gazing out at the sea, turned his attention to Christabel and shook his head slightly. "No," he replied looking to the ground somewhat disturbed. "When a day passed I found the captain washed ashore dead. I buried him." Paolo said fiddling with the sand.
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Post by Sylvia Phoenix on Apr 1, 2007 20:47:08 GMT -7
"Oh," Christabel replied, staring down at the sand with nothing better to do. At length she continued, "We shall have to wait for a ship to rescue us then. Ships pass this way often, or so I have been told. Someone will find us, then I can finally get out of this soiled thing and into some fresh clothes." New word, boys and girls. Can you say 'spoiled'?
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Post by Captain Jack on Apr 1, 2007 21:04:49 GMT -7
True, the dress may not be what it used to be four days ago but wasn't in horrible shape. Paolo looked at the dress pondering whether to say something or not about the subject. He decided to say nothing. Woman were very particular about their clothes. "I could try lighting a fire at night. It might catch someone's attention. But what we really need to do is light a giant fire like someone woman did when she was stranded."
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Post by Sylvia Phoenix on Apr 2, 2007 12:13:06 GMT -7
"There does not seem to be very much to burn," she commented. "You will have to do it. I'm useless at working."
((muse here ish d3d))
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Post by Captain Jack on Apr 2, 2007 18:13:42 GMT -7
"Ah, well, I'm sure I could conjure up something," he said looking around for an idea. Paolo grabbed two sticks and coconut peelings. "I'll try to get a small bond fire going then maybe we can make it bigger later," he told Christabel grinding the two sticks together. After a few moments of silence Paolo decided to strike up a conversation, however useless it may be. "So, um, where were you sailing to?"
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