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Post by Sylvia Phoenix on Aug 19, 2006 14:02:01 GMT -7
"Follow me," she ordered ambiguously, and headed out the door without looking to see if he was following or not. She led the way down the crowded street and to the dock, where her ship was tied up patiently waiting for her. A crewman called from the rail. "Captain! We're short-stocked on powder. And the rum supply's running low too!" "I told you to restock three days ago! Don't come whining to me now! Are you deaf and stupid?!" Sylvia yelled back, and went up the gangplank onto the deck.
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Post by Captain Jack on Aug 20, 2006 11:21:54 GMT -7
Gillette squeezed out the door and fallowed Sylvia down the street. Again he tried not to touch anyone fearing what disease they might be carrying. He fallowed at a distance, soon arriving at the mighty ship his eyes were very observant. It was very beautiful ship it was big and mighty but Gillette still questioned Sylvia's ability to command. He looked at the sailor that got yelled at then back to Sylvia as they walked up the gangplank and on to deck.
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Post by Sylvia Phoenix on Aug 20, 2006 11:37:37 GMT -7
Sylvia grinned deviously to herself. She could tell he was questioning her authority. Then she remembered why he was here in the first place, and so started to explain some things. "As you've noticed, I'm sure, this is a very fine trade ship," she lied. As she was walking across the deck a sailor came up to her and mumbled something about a rope problem with the sail. She sighed impatiently. "Excuse me. Now just...stay here for a moment," she ordered Gilette, dashing across the deck. It took all of fifteen seconds for her to climb the rope net to the top of the mast, run across, and reattach the top of the sail which was being held up by just a rope. She then climbed back down swiftly and returned to Gilette on the deck. "Anyway, now you shall come see my very exceptional crew's quarters." Opening a large hatch in the deck, she led the way down a flight of wooden steps to the deck-below-deck full of hammocks where her crew slept. Today was her lucky day, because it wasn't a mess like it usually was. The crew were too busy to sleep, so it was reasonably orderly at the moment. While Gilette (presumably) observed, she was thinking how lucky it was that he hadn't yet asked what she 'traded'.
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Post by Captain Jack on Aug 20, 2006 11:51:02 GMT -7
Gillette watched her fling around attaching the sail back in place and lept back to him within seconds. He raised an eyebrow and fallowed her below deck where all the hammocks hung. "Pretty clean for trade ship." He said to her accenting the word "trade". He crossed his arms looking around more. "Ivory Coast huh?" Gillette asked looking towards Sylvia as he walked further towards the hammocks. "What could you possibly be trading with them?" Asking that he leaned against a post.
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Post by Sylvia Phoenix on Aug 20, 2006 11:57:08 GMT -7
"Mmhmm. Silk, spice, jewels, among other things picked up in India. There are some great old trading ports in Africa. They rave for the luxuries we get from the Far East," she lied creatively, not daring to tell him--yet--that the treasures she mentioned were things she bummed off an East India Trading Company ship a few weeks back.
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Post by Captain Jack on Aug 20, 2006 12:06:37 GMT -7
"How much silk?" Gillette asked looking her in the eyes. He arms still crossed he shifted his weight around listing to her.
((sorry for the short post. I can't think of anything at the moment.))
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Post by Sylvia Phoenix on Aug 20, 2006 12:17:50 GMT -7
((lol, me neither XP))
"At the moment? I haven't much of a head for measure-reckoning, but it's quite a bit. Of course I can't show you anything unless you're an official member of the crew..." She trailed off, her mind racing. Before her hesitation could be identified as 'nervousness', she started back up to the boat deck. She headed up the steps to the higher deck at the stern where the wheel was. "And this is, of course, the most important part. Just step up to my Wheel of Fortune if you want to have a look, but don't touch anything. Savvy?"
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Post by Captain Jack on Aug 20, 2006 12:30:36 GMT -7
((lol))
Gillette hated the word savvy. Captain Jack Sparrow used it a lot and it annoyed him. But he didn't say anything except "I'm a savvy." He replied with an uneasy tone. He stepped up and did what he's been doing for that last few minutes...looking around. He was good at that wasn't he?
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