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Post by Sylvia Phoenix on Apr 17, 2007 17:11:05 GMT -7
((I wouldn't know, since she doesn't talk me, so I go uninformed when new people intend to come in.))
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Post by Captain Jack on Apr 19, 2007 14:53:13 GMT -7
((She seems rather busy and stuff so I don't really know when she'll be on to RP with us. We always miss one another. So I guess we'll keep continuing and if she joins we can fit her in.))
Several hours passed, which led into a quiet starry night. Paolo didn't try to make any small talk or even a conversation. He kept quiet and made more coconut juice for Christabel and himself. Things seemed like just another plain night on tiny island. Or so they thought. As the night passed on Paolo sat under a palm tree resting his back again trunk and stared out to sea. The sound of waves crashing against the shore was soothing to him so his closed his eyes deciding to take a little nap. But that peacefulness was broken when a very, very soft sound could be heard. Most people probably would not have heard it but Paolo's hearing was especially good. His eyes opened instantly scanning the black endless ocean. "Did you hear that?" he asked to no one really.
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Post by Sylvia Phoenix on Apr 20, 2007 16:00:48 GMT -7
Christabel, unlike her companion, was wide awake and sitting with her back to a tree. She had not had even a moment of sleep since being thrown off the Queen Mary three days ago. She now sat watching the unchanging horizon that merged with the star-filled sky, contemplating her good fortune. She had been left here mere hours before the graceful ship had sunk in a torrential storm. The only reason she knew of the ship's going down was that she had seen the ship sail away, without her, right into the mist and lightning that everyone knew meant a storm, sailor or not, and she had watched as the ship, tiny on the horizon, had been thrashed and battered by the tempest. It had been a positively eerie sight, and when the sun came out in the morning the vessel was gone. And now here was a boy from the crew who confirmed this. So, here she sat, contemplating her luck. But was it luck to escape a shipwreck when your means of escape was being left to die on a nameless stretch of sand you could hardly call an island? A quick death by drowning would have been better than starving to death in the certifiable middle of nowhere. Yet here she was, all but alone with no food or water, subject to rescue and, in that event, being forwarded to her destination like misplaced mail. She would rather have died swiftly than face that.
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Post by Captain Jack on Apr 23, 2007 14:23:32 GMT -7
The sound Paolo heard but a few minutes ago grew much louder. He stood to his feet and began a quick jog down to the beach. Soon enough the noise could be recognized as drums and lighted ship appeared on the horizon. Now, normally Paolo would have started up a fire to try and signal the ship but instead he jogged back to the grassy area grabbing certain supplies in a frenzy. "We should go to the other side of the island," he said aloud Christabel.
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Post by Sylvia Phoenix on Apr 23, 2007 16:06:07 GMT -7
"Why? What is it?" she wanted to know. She had been wrapped up in her own thoughts and hadn't even noticed the ship. Now that she looked up she noticed the beating of drums and lights in the distance, as that of a slave ship. She didn't think that to be such a threat but there was something about this ship that felt subtly ominous. So she got up from her spot, brushed the sand from her skirt and followed Paolo to the other side of the island, out of sight of the ship.
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Post by Captain Jack on Apr 23, 2007 17:34:36 GMT -7
Keeping a very fast pace until they reached the other side Paolo, who was very fit, dropped the little supplies they had onto the ground and then stood there scanning the area around him. "Not much we can do until daylight. But we must be cautious. I've seen ships like that and being taken aboard isn't exactly on my list of things to do." Paolo told Christabel.
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Post by Sylvia Phoenix on Apr 24, 2007 16:29:44 GMT -7
"Why not? What's wrong with it?" Christabel asked, adding to her list of questions. Aside from the fact that it felt ominous, she didn't see why he wouldn't want to be rescued.
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Post by Captain Jack on Apr 25, 2007 20:42:33 GMT -7
"Captain told me a great deal about those ships. Pirates that capture people and make them their slaves. I've seen people who somehow managed to escape but they don't last the night." Paolo explained to Christabel still straining to hear the drums.
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