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Post by * ELIZABETH SWANN* on Oct 21, 2012 9:25:28 GMT -5
The Captain had been sitting in his corner for awhile drinking rum he was by his onies now Master Gibbs was mending the Pearl and Jack needed some alone time to think he had called together the pirate lords and he was still confused about the ninth one nobody had mentioned who it was and that bugged him a lot. Jack didn't like when he was held out of things he took off his hat and placed it on the table he was thinking to much it gave him headaches so the speech what he would say and what they were about to do and that was his mission of locating the lost city of gold to gain the immortality he seeked for himself he wanted to sail the seven sea's forever but alone nah, not forever he knew he had to settle down sometime he had two years to fill five decades of his savage pirate life Jack didn't think so much he was aging he still felt young within but you werent 25 forever either it was a long time ago he stop counting the years he lived. All this and other went through his wary mind he waved the waitdress "More rum love" plenty more i haven't got me fill savvy"
Jack hadn't been sober for months but he knew he had to be when he meet the brethern court he had to have clear mind now it wasn't so clear his drunken stance did not pay much attention to the roars and odours of the pirates their filth did not bother him so much so long he could be on his onies he was fine with what ever. Jack wasn't in any mood for female company "Damn i am getting to old for this shit eh"
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Post by angelica on Oct 21, 2012 9:38:07 GMT -5
Rumours circled the woman like flies to a bunch of garbage, though that was hardly the correct similie. She wasn't junk but she was a magnet for trouble and rumours and it surrounded her like fog, making her hard to see as her father had mentioned once. She knew to use that as a mask, a veil to hide her scheming and plotting, keeping all the details behind closed doors and Angelica was a careful woman who knew exactly the worst things and the best things to do. As much as she had been stressed in the last few months, the piratess was mischeiviously happy and contect now, her aunt being the main source of that for her.
The roars of the tavern her stride had taken her too were overwhelming to the ears of those who weren't used to it, but Angelica was happy such noise concealed her entrance. Hardly. Many shouts and screams dulled to a hush as she weaved toward the bar, her dark eyes gleaming with danger as she smirked beneath the brim of her feathered hat. As she looked at the waitress, the noise reached it's peak again and Angelica was nothing more than another woman amoung the scalywags of a tavern. Her long mahongany tressers hung loosely down her back as she was given a bottle of wine and she thanked the woman, her accent pronounced as she turned from the waitress, keen observing eyes settling on the dreadlocks of the man she knew she was silently playing. So he was irratated by the rumours? His expression gave it away and he was much more rogue than normal, his eyes preoccupied and he was certainly not within distance of being sober. A coy smirk played across Angelica's lips as she sauntered toward him, taking a swig of wine as she went. If Jack noticed she was drinking wine and not rum, he'd know she wasn't stressed which would be a myserious but subtle clue, not that she really wanted to give any. The truth was she never drank rum unless she was intensely stressed but she caught the muttered, annoyed words of the pirate and qwirked one dark brow. "Hardly." She said gently, standing on the opposite side of his table.
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Post by * ELIZABETH SWANN* on Oct 21, 2012 10:10:36 GMT -5
Jack hadnt finished from his bottle when he heard a thick spanish accent voice say "Hardly"."Angelica" what are ye doin ere love how did ye escape the island i marooned ye on Jack watched the woman before him she was beautiful and he had always blasted himself for leaving her behind then meeting her again in London few months ago where she had impersonated him the captain had told her he would not tolerate she do that unless she did it as a captain and she was not but she was cunning and one of the most skillful pirate women in the caribbean but the daughter of Blackbeard did not seem very happy. "Tell me love who did ye shanghail to save ye from the bloody island aye he must of fall for yer cons sweetheart Jack grabbed her into his lap and touched her cheeks he smiled at her he never got tired of charming a woman especially a woman like Angelica they had a very hot past lovers for years but never joined together always seperated maybe Jack's luck was turning who knew.
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Post by angelica on Oct 21, 2012 13:53:25 GMT -5
Her keen gaze noted Jack hadn't yet finished his rum and he spoke to her, eyes suddenly a lot more alert than before. Angelica gave a little smirk as she took a small sip of wine, still retaining her usual care as she skirted closer, around the corner of the Captain's table. he seemed shocked to see her and Angelica chuckled lightly, watching the pirate. "I was cunning." She replied cleverly, smiling at Jack. He'd know exactly what she meant, but Angelica cast a careful glance around the tavern, totally at ease with her company.
Jack asked yet another question, causing Angelica to turn to him, just as he grabbed her and set her on his lap. Dark brown eyes flashing quickly to his, Jack stroked Angelica's cheeks and she rolled her eyes, pushing his finger away with a smile. In her unstressed state, Angelica knew he wasn't using all his charms on her but she had her wits about her, knowing she had to keep strong if he really decided to charm her. regarding his earlier question, Angelica held her drink tightly and ajusted herself so she could see him better but smirked, quickly rolling if his lap and onto the seat beside him. The piratess took a sip of wine and set it on the table, her eyes drifting back to Jack as she responded. "Just a few unsuspecting spanish men, including the captain who took me from that island. What, you were expecting me to stay there and not cause you trouble Jack?" Angelica teased with a chuckle and looked around the tavern again, watching the fights with a curious expression.
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Post by * ELIZABETH SWANN* on Oct 21, 2012 14:46:07 GMT -5
"Just a few unsuspecting spanish men, including the captain who took me from that island. What, you were expecting me to stay there and not cause you trouble Jack?"
He smirked at those words watching sitting beside him he had cought her off guard he liked that and he was going to manipulate her. Jack thought of the past with her she was something else.
As he gazed into her eyes, Jack found himself curious of what she was thinking. It had been awhile since he had been so close to the beautiful Latina woman. He couldn’t deny her speechlessness as the quietness penetrated the loud area they were in. He ran his hand down her cheek slowly before suddenly she was gone from him turning her face around to look at the pirates in the tavern. Jack smirked to himself before shrugging. “Remind me not to e’er piss ye off more than necessary love.” Jack mused as he looked at her pitch black eyes filled with fury and rage towards him because he had just approached her.
He himself was even an idiot at times. He couldn’t help but smirk as he lifted the rum back to his lips to take a long draught,
Jack chuckled lightly and shook his head. “Angelica darling, always full of queries, however, most of which ye not be needin the answerin too love…” Jack shook his head as he leaned back against the bar once more running his fingers over the weathered wood with the simplest and gentlest of touches as one would do with a lover. “I have no denyin yer takin care of men Angelica… ye surely be doin much of that on yer own, what I desire Angelica… I desire much. It’s hard to pin point every lust and desire of yer own heart if it is full of wickedness and distrust… savvy?” Jack eyed her slowly as she began to sip on her drink once more.
Jack was always interested in an adventure and he had, in fact, heard of the lost city and treasures of Atlantis he had called together the pirate lords but that would, unfortunately, be an adventure of another time.
He quirked a brow at her mysteriousness and leaned in a bit closer to her. “You beguile me you wickedly intoxicating woman…,” Jack mused as he inched closer to her face, his breath barely touching her like a lover’s touch. “Treasure and women, always intriguing me with something you bewitching woman indeed…” he ran his fingers through her tresses as he inched his mouth closer to her ear. “You charm me Angelica. Your many thanks are a sign of a tender heart… something a pirate like you should lose quickly; the heart gets you in trouble darling; however, fine trouble it is.”
Jack pulled back and glanced into her eyes. “You always get yourself in the best of troubles don’t you love? After all… I am irresistible…” He smirked at her, eyes twinkling as he lifted his hand. “Ye find out more about yer adventures love, and perhaps we shall have ourselves a deal at a later date. After all, ye know me darling-- I am always in the desires of seeking out the true desires of the world, savvy?”
Muse: Very good. Word Count: 590.
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Post by angelica on Oct 21, 2012 15:15:01 GMT -5
He was certainly trying this time as his eyes were full of curiosity and hope as he searched her face but Angelia was a woman who let nothing escape her without her knowing it, but she assumed his thoughts were preoccupied now with the beautiful latina before him. She knew she was attractive to Jack and it turned out using that she had made him froget about the business with the mysterious "Ninth Pirate Lord", at least, for now. Angelica noted his smirk and shrug before a streak of amusing words that Angelica herself smiled at. "I will, don't worry Jack." She said cleverly.
He contineud to speak but Angelica could pretty much have scripted what he was going to say and his words became nothing more than background noise as her thoughts returned to how she would reveal her cunning secret. The spanish latina's aunt was just as wicked as Angelica was and suddenly, a few words dragged her aburptly from her thoughts. The woman looked back at her old flame and narrowed her eyes. "I am a woman of God, you know that and it is a wonder you waste your breath so often." She growled, not exactly appreciating him comment as a few strands of mahogany hair fell over her shoulder. Her body was turned toward him and the captain seized his chance, leaning close to her but the witty piratess didn't move, simply allowing her eyes to follow him as he moved closer, his mouth speaking all the while. She smirked as he spoke and he came closer...
Closer...
He ran his fingers through her hair and she felt herself going weak, but being free of stress, Angelica resisted his charms as he moved toward her ear, his breath flowing across her skin as he tried to charm her. He was still using the same tricks as before, completely forgetting that as time went on, she could resist them unlike the weak hearted woman she was before. He puleld back and looked into her eyes, his chocolate eyes almost melting as she stared, her expression guarded, careful. He'd approached her again and it was getting repetitive. "You're about as irresitable as a snail Jack. And yer pissin me off again." Angelica purred sourly and glared at him, her expression probably enough to sober even the most drunken pirate. Jakc's eyes were twinkling btu Angelica forced herself not to look into them as the pirate spoke, lifting his hand toward her again. This time, the spanish piratess had had enough and with her free hand, Angelica whaked away his hand hard standing up with a feirce glare. She wasn't a sweetheart as he called her - Angelica was the daughter of the most ruthless pirate to have sailed and she wasn't about to let Jack Sparrow get to her when everything was just fine. "There comes a point Jack where you have to learn to resist temptation, a skill you clearly haven't got." Angelica told him before taking a swig of wine and attempting to calm herself before she attracted too much attention.
It seemed Jack was the same old Jack as he always was.
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Post by * ELIZABETH SWANN* on Oct 22, 2012 15:12:24 GMT -5
Jack Sparrow had gone through a lot with women in his life and even close to fall for two ladies and here one of them was her tounge was like a snake she was dangerous and Jack worried about his front. He grinned listening to her poisenous words. "Ah come now love a snail, nah me not a snail but a sparrow savvy" He chuckled zipping on his rum hoping Master Gibbs would help him out but he wasn't here at the moment Jack was by his onies in this woman's claws. "Always feisty me love, yer like a snake sweetheart like that serpant ye threatnend me with in the jungle aye(Sorry how short this is love will do longer next, just feeling , sorry)
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