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Post by Christine Bouvier on Jul 15, 2006 17:41:08 GMT -5
† Christine was currently leaning against the ship, her body bent forward so she could see the ocean better, and her caramel-colored orbs glued to the rippling waves before her. The ocean completely intrigued her and she found herself going into a hypnotic-like state as she continued staring at the cerulean waves. It wasnt just the ocean that was forcing her into this trance...It was also the three bottles of Rum that she had drunk.
The ocean was the only home that she knew. She had never once missed her palace back home in France. And every single day she found herself thanking the pirate who had kidnapped her, Alexander. He had given her her first real taste of freedom and once she had tasted it, she longed for more.
She had sailed with many crews and on several different ships since she had become a pirate. She always found herself growing bored with her current situations, but she wasnt bored with The Sparrow. At least, not yet. She hoped that she wouldnt become bored with this ship, for it was her favorite that she had ever been a crew member of.
Her thoughts flickered to what had Elizabeth had told her about her situation with Will and Jack. Elizabeth really did adore Will and she had only kissed Jack in order to handcuff him to The Black Pearl. It had been a trick, but Will wouldnt believe her. Christine thought that she would have to try and make Will believe it...Well, only if he ever decided to talk to her. † [/color][/size] |
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Post by William Turner on Jul 15, 2006 18:12:49 GMT -5
Why do I keep hitting myself in the head with this hammer?
...because it feels so d**n good when I stop.
Will Turber sat with his back up against the wood panelling of the cramped Captain's Quarters. If one had passed right about then, they would have been a normal site...a disgruntled looking Will, concentrating very hard on whatever imaginary world he happened to be in. That was expected...people who dared enter the quarters in which he resided this late often only came to observe their captain in deep contemplation. However, if you were close enough to Will to be able to enter the world of his thoughts, you would find one name tracing them over, and over again. Elizabeth Swan.
There WAS a part of Will that was angry at himself. Furious for what he was doing to himself, torturing his mind and allowing himself to truly engage in piracy... just for the sake of this d**n girl. He had betrayed friends, manipulated people he'd hardy even spoken to, and then murdered them, for the sake of saving Elizabeth. He had abandoned his simple blacksmith's life... and nearly gotten himself killed many times. Why? Simple. Love.
Love... something Will had never expected to feal. Particularly when he thought his affection was returned. But then, to see how the object of his affection truly felt... Kissing another man.. a captain, of course... and what could Will do? Nothing. Absolutely nothing, except to sit in the boat and watch.
Shaking his head, Will grabbed a fourth bottle of rum, and drank the remains. Captain Jake Sparrow. He thought to himself, as he punched the air.... imagining that the snide man was directly in front of him. Slowly, he pushed himself to his feet, and staggered over to the wooden door that marked the entrance to his quarters. Pulling it open, Will began to make his way out onto the deck. Scanning, he didn't see anyone of real consequence. He was about to turn and retreat back to another bottle of liquor, when someone caught his eye. It was one of the female pirates, Christine. She was alone, and looking off into the water. Normally, he would have been able to tell that the girl was a bit glazed.... but he himself being so much so... there appeared to be no difference.
Crossing to her, Will joined Christine in leaning off the side of the ship and watching the waves. "Ever had your heart broken....?" He asked her. One word to sum up Will's tone... would simply be loopy.
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Post by Christine Bouvier on Jul 15, 2006 18:24:33 GMT -5
† Christine had been so wrapped up in her thoughts that she hadnt heard any footsteps approaching her. And even though she had been caught off guard by some one leaning over the ship beside her, she didnt jump, twitch, or anything of the sort. She allowed her amber orbs to travel over to William and a weak smile slightly curved up the corners of her pale pink lips. Her and Will barely spoke to each other. It seemed that he was always enthralled by Elizabeth, always beating himself up over that stupid kiss that Elizabeth and Jack had shared.
"Ever had your heart broken....?"
Even though she was intoxicated, she could tell by his tone of voice that he was as well.
Drinking to stop thinking about some one that hurt you, doesn't help. You can't just drink away some one's memory. she thought to herself, before parting her lips to answer his question.
"Yes." she admitted. She had never told anyone that she had had her heart broken before, so she didnt exactly know why she was telling Will. Perhaps it was because he himself was dealing with a broken heart at this precise moment?
"That's why I decided to never fall in love again." she said, this time her voice a bit softer. Although she was intoxicated, and her words were a bit slurred, she was still making perfect sense of the situation. She felt a bit sorry for Will, because of what he was going through. But she also detested him a bit for not believing Elizabeth when she explained the reason why she had kissed Jack in the first place. † [/color][/size] |
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