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Post by Darby Everdine on Jan 22, 2006 4:21:56 GMT -5
"Egh...see Port Royal hasn' changed..." Darby mumbled to herself as she walked along the dock with two other heafty blokes following behind her. The young pirate mistress was here strictly on the business of fetching some supplies like the good captian had asked her and then leaving. Over and over she repeated the list in her head so she did not forget it. She needed a dozen hens, some grain, gun powder, and she needed a new sword for her captian. Her light brown eyes looked up to see the bright sun shinning over head. "Another hot day in the Carribean," she said bitterly as she wiped her brown.
The lively nineteen year old was wearing her typical garments: a pair of fitted trousers, knee high boots, an off white peasant blouse with long bell sleeves, and a fitted bodice in cranberry. Although her hair was in a braid it was still a bit messy regardless. Typical Darby...she never really had much time to make herself presentable. But no matter anyway, she had always been a bit of a tom boy. "Tom...Henry...think is' best if we make a split eh? I'lls take care of the gun powder an' the sword...think I look the least threatin' don't you? Probably more likely to get it..." The two remained wordless and split up. It would already look suspicious that three pirates were wandering about town...but if one asked for a weapon? Ha! She was female though and most were quick to catch that. While Darby was not as strong as the gents on the ship she certainly had the bark of someone their size.
"Now...about those weapons..." she knew Tom and Henry would hurry up. She wanted to be back on the main vessel which was further out to harbor, away from the navy's glance, as soon as possible. They had taken a tiny old row boat to get into town. Hmm...where would she be able to get a decent enough sword and some powder?
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Post by Elizabeth Swan on Jan 22, 2006 4:34:11 GMT -5
Elizabeth had been dying to go out and seek the sun all morning long after breakfast had been served in her castle where her and her father the governor of London shared together. She of course was an only child, today wasn't a day like no other, she was supposed to be leaving right then but she had a million other things to do. She had to work on her studies, but she didn't want to go to school, she wanted to become a pirate just like William Turner, it was her dream to. Ever since that day she met him on the water she had thought about so much, and for once maybe one day they will become together.
Though she couldn't keep her hopes up, Will was a man who was shy and respectful around her so mainly no flirting of any sort. She sighed shrugging her shoulders as she changed into her cream colored pants and her pirate boots she had borrowed from a friend, Darby Everdine, along with a black jacket, and a red buttoned up shirt and she was ready to go meet her dear friend a pirate as well in the docks in Port Royal. She grinned as she said something to her father, "Good day Father, I must go, or for shall I be late, don't wait up for me father,"She said giving him a kiss on the cheek as she rushed out of the house and ran all the way towards the port. She spotted Darby a pretty pirate not so flimsy looking but rather pretty, she whistled at her, "Ay Matey! I'm here! What is the plan for today mate?"She asked her dear friend and looked around the dock for any sign of Will. "Has he arrived yet?"She asked smiling at her and nudging her on the side as she put her Pirates hat on as well, just like Darby.
(We should make them friends?lol!)
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Post by Darby Everdine on Jan 22, 2006 4:42:21 GMT -5
"Aye well if it isn' Miss Elizabeth Swan," Darby said in a slightly louder (less stern) tone. They usually came to Port Royal once every month...apparently Elizabeth's bed quarters over looked the harbor, so she was able to see when their ship came into the area. "Nice te see ye' again lassie. How has this old place been treatin' yeh?" she asked in her wretched English accent glancing up at her friend. There were only a few people Darby talked to without having an attitiude, Elizabeth was one of them. She was a decent enough lady, who had her head in the direction of the sea. Made sense, she was being courted by that fine Bootstrap Bill jr.
"Havin' seen yer sweet prince I'm afraid..." Darby crossed her arms across her chest as she looked over to see a small group of women pass by the docks looking at her in utter shock. She bit her lip hard, really wanting to same a smart alic remark to them. Didn't those buzzards have anything better to do? With all the power inside her she turned back to Elizabeth figuring that it wasn't worth the quarrel...they would put her in the gallows in a second. Even if she was a woman.
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Post by Elizabeth Swan on Jan 22, 2006 4:50:03 GMT -5
"Yes, but of course you haven't Darby, because of unlike you, I know you have a little something there for Will also,"She grinned and rolled her eyes just a tad bit. William Turner was one of the most finest pirates of all in Port Royal, (bleh! lmao!) "And how many times have I told you to call me Liz, Darby?"She said smiling at her and glancing around the dock to see any sign of him. Since they were all traveling together, she was once wanting to so badly go on this journey. "And it has been treating me fine, just as much as I wanted it to, do you think he will notice the hat today Darby?"She asked, all she could think of was him, and he couldn't get out of her mind, Why was that? Was she really in love with William Turner?She thought blushing at the thought.
(Oh my god's my posts are so sucky! lol!)
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Post by Darby Everdine on Jan 22, 2006 5:02:06 GMT -5
(its adorable hehe)
"Aye, aye...Liz then." Darby usually was good at giving just about anything no matter if it was living or not a nickname however it just didn't work with Elizabeth. She felt that she deserved the highest form of respect, but still she would abide by her friend's wishes. Liz made a comment about her tiny fancying of Will. The last thing she was going to do was deny it, everyone in the Carribean was head over feet for that scallywag. It was actually a wee bit humerous to watch her worry so much about it. Questioning her appearance and if he would notice it. A bit strange to be having such a conversation, she was use to the gents on the boat...and listening to them ramble on about violence and what have you. But these were gentle, kinder things...which were enjoyable. Darby thought of Elizabeth as an older classy sister. She really had no clue too much about that girly stuff. Even back in her days as a Sleeper, she felt so out of place in the revealing corsets...ugh and the skirts?
"Trus' me...he'll notice ye," she said surely leaning against one of he large dock post that came up.
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Post by Elizabeth Swan on Jan 22, 2006 5:11:01 GMT -5
"Good, I hope so Darby, because my father wants me to marry Captain Harrington one day, and oh no thank you, I shall not', Will is the only one for me,"She sighed in awe thinking about him. She and Darby always had these talks, back at home she never had her over because of her father's hatefulness towards "piracy " she could careless, these were her friends. She then sighed again deepily and sat down next to her as they waited for the young gorgeous William Turner. "Thank goodness I am out of that dress today Darby, my father bought me a new one, and I couldn't breathe, it hurt to hell like there was no end,"She chuckled and clutched her stomach a little laughing. She hated those dresses but she would do anything to make her father happy.
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Post by Darby Everdine on Jan 22, 2006 20:21:27 GMT -5
Darby shuttered over the thought of the nasty things. "I hate dresses...almost as much as I hate fathers..." her own was a bit of a disappointment. A half English, half Irish drunk who was a struggling boxer. The only thing his mind was set on was making it big. He had not even the slightest of cares for his daughter and son...which was one of the reasons Darby did not mind leaving for the "the new world." Bowen Everdine, she hated that d**n fool...along with her cruel stepmother Sally. On cool nights when she had deck duty the young pirate often thought about what they were doing. Perhaps her Pa had died of a bad liver, and sour Sally just dropped dead thanks to the good lord.
"Egh...ye' won't ever see me takin' no orders from someone like that." The only person Darby took orders from (sometimes) was Captian Morgan. And if something was foolish, the she would surely question or refuse it. She was as stubborn as a mule, which often got her into a good bicker. "Cept Capt'n Morgan every once n' while. I swear he's been a couple seconds away from thrown' be overboard...but knows that'd be quite the loss," she said in a thingyy tone. She was one of his better men, mainly because her behavior was unexpected. She was a decent enough shot, and wonderful with a blade. The crew had often joked around saying that if need be she could even dress up at work as a spy. Darby, was not too fond of that idea.
"Where is yer sweetheart anyway?" she was getting a tad bit restless. "The blokes will be back with their supplies and I have yet to get mines..."
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