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Issac and Abigail
As soon as the lookout had shouted “Land ho!” Cate had been excitedly looking port side at least a hundred times a day. Norrington told her it would be at least a day through the English Channel before they would port at Brighton. At last, England! Cate walked about chattering senselessly, giggling like a schoolgirl and had taken to bouncing on ( Read more... ) -
Chapter 4: Admiration
The storm rose about them, whipping the sea spray like needles into their faces. Norrington had seen the gale coming, and had prepared the ship for the worst. Yet it seemed, as Fletcher swore, the wind was blowing them back the way they had come. Captain Norrington was determined to at least hold what waters he had already come through, if he could ( Read more... ) -
Long Absence
I know I've been away a long time. I'm trying to write chapter four, which has been giving me problems since the last update. Please be understanding, and know that it is because I want it to be perfect. Thanks! -
Random Quiz I took
Yes my dears. I'm still alive. Chapter 4 hasn't been written yet. Step off my grille.
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*Sigh*
Well, I really fucked up my journal, considering I can't place my Scruffington background anywhere. It won't let me.
Attention: If you are a very nice person who will make me a dark-colored livejournal theme featuring no one but Norrington/Scruffington in all his glory, please comment and say so. I will forever be your bitch grateful. -
An Icon Entry
So, you think I don't do anything on here, huh? I've got artistic talent...hellz yeah. I'm just...not going to show it at an icon community where everyone else opens a can of whup-ass on my mad skillz.
I give you...the Snap Collection!
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That's...odd
Alright, I do believe I've stated that I do hate Elizabeth Swann in her various forms in my user info page. So tell me, why did
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Chapter 3: Rum and Reconciliation
Captain Norrington paced the deck of his ship, his hands clasped behind his back as he oversaw the crew in their work. Not that they needed his oversight. Norrington had insisted Miss Cobb use his cabin as her quarters. There had been an unspoken understanding however, that if Norrington needed to consult his maps and charts, she would yield the ( Read more... ) -
Chapter 2: History
Catherine Cobb sat cross-legged in her cell, in the corner furthest from the crew of The Saint. Thank God they had seen fit to separate her from them. In what fading light from the sun’s setting that filtered through the cracks of the ship’s planks, they looked ready to murder her were it not for the bars between them. If they hadn’t seen her ( Read more... ) -
Chapter 1: Desperate Times
The first chapter of The Caribbean Orchid. Please comment!
“Cold and foggy when it happened. Late it was, too, ‘f I remember aright. The holds were fair burstin’ with Spanish gold from the five ships we’d taken at sea. Aye, and the captain was in a particular foul mood that night. Too long at sea, some said. I say his sword be itchin’ at his hip ( Read more... )