Post by Defying Sanity on Oct 21, 2006 21:20:13 GMT -5
ooc; M'kay. So. This is actually going along with the plot lines that POTC 2 suggested: the crew is sailing to the ends of the world to find the pearl that will bring Captain Jack Sparrow back from the dead. So. There is no Jack. At least not yet.
Characters needed/wanted:
Will Turner
Elizabeth Swann- Defying Sanity
Captain Barbossa
Crew Members (made-up(s))
Anamaria
Joshamee Gibbs
Cotton
Pintel
Ragetti
bic;; It was funny, she had never believed in karma before now. She had believed that her choices were...just based on her being. Her personality. But now, Elizabeth Swann wasn't so sure.
She hurried around the ship, following the regular routine that had been imprinted in her brain just after a few days of sailing. She weaved around her fellow crew mates, nodding to some of them as she passed. Although her greetings weren't returned.
The crew still wasn't over the fact that she had basically condemned Jack to death by leaving him on that ship. They hade resentment, and anger. She couldn't blame them one bit.
Sighing heavily, she hesitated momentarily and looked out at the endless sea. Miss Swann had always kept her mind occupied, never allowing herself to think about it for more than a few minutes. She refused to few sorry. They would have been dead if Jack had gotten on that little boat with them.
Although people questioned the meaning of her kiss. She knew that it had been for meanings of survival. Jack was a lying bastard, his ony concern was for himself. The crew thought that she had locked lips with Captain Sparrow for the same reason, although a few thought that she'd want to fulfill her fantasy before she killed Jack Sparrow. But she didn't love Jack, she loved Will.
Ever since they got off the Pearl, however, the last thing Will had said to her was "If there was anything could be done to bring him back...Elizabeth...." And that was that. They seemed to avoid each other, although every now and again they'd brace eachother in silent mourning. Whether it was for the death of Jack, or the threat that their relationship might fall apart, Elizabeth wasn't sure.
"Elizabeth, trim the mainsail!"
The order shouted from Barbossa snapped Elizabeth from her thoughts, and once again she went about doing what she was told. As she did so, she murmured curses about Barbossa under her breath. Life as she knew it had gotten worse, but she kept working; the resut woud all be worth it in the end.
ooc;; Blurg. Not my best.
Characters needed/wanted:
Will Turner
Captain Barbossa
Crew Members (made-up(s))
Anamaria
Joshamee Gibbs
Cotton
Pintel
Ragetti
bic;; It was funny, she had never believed in karma before now. She had believed that her choices were...just based on her being. Her personality. But now, Elizabeth Swann wasn't so sure.
She hurried around the ship, following the regular routine that had been imprinted in her brain just after a few days of sailing. She weaved around her fellow crew mates, nodding to some of them as she passed. Although her greetings weren't returned.
The crew still wasn't over the fact that she had basically condemned Jack to death by leaving him on that ship. They hade resentment, and anger. She couldn't blame them one bit.
Sighing heavily, she hesitated momentarily and looked out at the endless sea. Miss Swann had always kept her mind occupied, never allowing herself to think about it for more than a few minutes. She refused to few sorry. They would have been dead if Jack had gotten on that little boat with them.
Although people questioned the meaning of her kiss. She knew that it had been for meanings of survival. Jack was a lying bastard, his ony concern was for himself. The crew thought that she had locked lips with Captain Sparrow for the same reason, although a few thought that she'd want to fulfill her fantasy before she killed Jack Sparrow. But she didn't love Jack, she loved Will.
Ever since they got off the Pearl, however, the last thing Will had said to her was "If there was anything could be done to bring him back...Elizabeth...." And that was that. They seemed to avoid each other, although every now and again they'd brace eachother in silent mourning. Whether it was for the death of Jack, or the threat that their relationship might fall apart, Elizabeth wasn't sure.
"Elizabeth, trim the mainsail!"
The order shouted from Barbossa snapped Elizabeth from her thoughts, and once again she went about doing what she was told. As she did so, she murmured curses about Barbossa under her breath. Life as she knew it had gotten worse, but she kept working; the resut woud all be worth it in the end.
ooc;; Blurg. Not my best.