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Post by Mr Spock on Oct 19, 2006 19:22:06 GMT
Angel sighed and leant on the wheel, gazing at the horizon. Ah well. Do what you can when you can. This ship could be a blessing. She walked round the wheel and jumped down onto the main decking as they approached the ship. "DO I HAVE MEN MANNING MY CANNONS?!" she bellowed so everyone could hear, hair billowing in the wind below her hat.
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Post by Taya on Oct 20, 2006 15:56:28 GMT
"Yes, Captain, we're waiting for your orders, figured we should let them get close before running out the long toms" Jack anwsered.
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Post by Mr Spock on Oct 20, 2006 16:13:29 GMT
"Good idea. Ok! We take no prisoners! I wanted every man on that ship blasted to the bottom of the ocean! All I want remaining is the goods! Someone take down that flaming flag and run our own! Make sure they don't board us! And someone... get me my rum."
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Post by black on Oct 20, 2006 19:59:09 GMT
Slim cocked his musket as their own colours were run up the mast. He smiled as the Spaniard tried too late to change course. Slim took aim on a man in the crows nest and waited for the order to ....
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Post by Mr Spock on Oct 21, 2006 7:33:06 GMT
"FIRE!"
Angel timed herself perfectly. She always did when it came to destroying things. She almost sighed; it was a terrible impairment on time.
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Post by black on Oct 21, 2006 10:49:42 GMT
Slims musket thundered in the morning haze, its shot catching the lookout in the crows nestb in the shoulder, spinning the poor unfortunate out of his perch and sending him plumetting to break on the unforgiving wooden deck some 20 feet below. Slim inhaled the smoke of his musket and smiled this was were he was supposed to be, with Angel and Jack spreading terror. He listened with satisfaction to the Cannons roar watched splintered wood flying around the spanish ship and enjoyed the screams of the wounded from the shrapnel. Soon he knew would be the chance to board her to put his sabre to work, as an after though he grabbed a marlin spike as well, one couldn't be too careful.
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Post by Taya on Oct 26, 2006 19:31:18 GMT
Jack was firing off rounds at an amazing speed. He would fire and load, fire and load. Like Slim, Jack Sharpe couldn't wait to board the Spainish ship. As good a shot he was, Jack always prefered his steel.
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Post by Mr Spock on Oct 31, 2006 10:29:09 GMT
Angel tore the rum from the hands of the cabin boy that had brought it to her and took a large swig, eyes on the horizon. She pulled the telescope from her waistband and raised it to her eyeline, gazing at the ship. They almost seemed to be panicking. They obviously hadn't expected the seemingly harmless Sea Valkyrie to try and blow them to pieces. She brought out her pistol and cocked it with one hand, scope still to her eye as she pointed and fired at those who seemed to be waiting for the boarding.
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The battle was not a long one, nor a particuarly successful one. Although the ship was conquered, it had few supplies of use on board, and the wood could not be collected due to Angel's determination to move on with a great amount of speed. So, with a few extra bottles of rum and a few extra boxes of biscuits, they set sail again at half the speed Angel would've liked.
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10am, somewhere in the Atlantic Ocean
Angel's arms were draped lazily over the wheel as she gazed off into the sunset. She sighed lazily. They were going twice the speed that Sea Valkyrie normally could, and still it wasn't enough. Angel didn't even know if her visit to the Caribbean would provide her with what she wanted. She didn't know if anything would. The lasting emptiness she'd had for so long. She didn't really know what on earth could fill it.
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Post by Taya on Dec 19, 2007 22:05:39 GMT
Jack had been sitting with a bit of the crew on deck in order that he might steal glances up at his captain. Her odd behavior worried him. She still hadn't briefed him on their mission in the Caribbean. Maybe this 8th visit to the hangman's noose had unhinged her more than she let on. During a particular loud uproarish laughter from his fellow crew mates, Jack rose and made his way to the helm. It was time to get some anwsers.
"Captain, ye look a bit tired. Perhaps I could take over the helm. Unless ye'd rather talk about what has you so riled to get to the Caribbean?" Jack said so that only Angel could hear him.
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Post by Mr Spock on Jan 1, 2008 20:27:08 GMT
"I cannot think of any two worse ideas, Jack," smirked Angel with a rue smile. She sighed inwardly, and glanced off into the distance. "I'm just looking for something. And I'm rather afraid I won't be able to rest until I find it. It'd help if I knew what it was, really." she laughed in the way one would were they laughing at another in a cruel way - only she was laughing at herself, and still staring off towards the distant horizon.
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Post by Taya on Jan 1, 2008 20:54:39 GMT
"You don't know what we're looking for?" Jack asked raising an eyebrow. "Better not let that get around. The crew won't exactly be thrilled with that kind of news."
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Post by Mr Spock on Jan 5, 2008 3:02:12 GMT
"Oh no, it's not like that, Jack," said Angel, a wry smile spreading across her lips. "I know what it is I'm looking for... I just don't know exactly what that is." She wrinkled her nose at him in a patronising and overconfident manner.
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Post by Taya on Jan 7, 2008 21:14:45 GMT
"You are the strangest pirate I've ever known, Captain." Jack said shaking his head. But then wasn't that the reason he liked her the way that he did. "Captian I hate to be repeating myself, but you need sleep and not at the helm. I would personally not be a fan of dying amoung some rocks or due to whatever else might end up in our way because you were too stubborn to get some rest."
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Post by Mr Spock on Jan 7, 2008 21:41:38 GMT
Angel sighed and leant down on the helm, staring at the deck rather than the dark horizon. "Maybe you're right, Jack. Who's still awake? Anyone apart from you and I?"
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Post by Taya on Jan 7, 2008 22:13:53 GMT
"I doubt it." Jack conceeded with a laugh. "I think the rum has been flowing tonight. Let me take over. I promise the helm will still be here in the morning."
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