As Geoffrey's troupe headed off in one direction with their charged intent, Rahkus turned to what he was now thinking of as his group. He, of course, would relinquish leadership should a better leader make themself known. At this point, however, he was the only male member of the crew present, so, to his mind, he was the most qualified to lead ( Read more... )

Dabria followed Geoffrey back through the forest, bringing up the rear of their small group. They were considerably less noticeable now, which bode well for them, and they barely drew any looks as they emerged from the wooded area and made their way back through the town. It took everything in her to keep calm and walk slowly and unobtrusively ( Read more... )

Commodore Rothwell was wide awake. Unfortunately, he was likely to remain so for some time as he wasn't going to be able to return to his quarters in the Comet to sleep and he had the worst kind of insomnia on land. He'd guessed long ago that it was the lack of the ocean's rocking, but the fact of the matter was, the longer he had to quarter on ( Read more... )

Will had finally recovered from his sleep deprivation enough to awaken by afternoon. Once his eyes opened, he was instantly alert, remembering what had happened mere hours before; he was gripped with a need to make certain his wife was still all right, and... his son.

When he was let in to Elizabeth's room, the place had been carefully remade and ( Read more... )

Norrington nodded almost imperceptibly at Rahkus' admonishment, but he wasn't about to stop to address what he felt was an overreaction on Rahkus' part to begin with. He managed to lead this rag-tag group through the town and up around the hill, approaching the Governer's mansion almost from behind ( Read more... )

Thomas swung himself down from the rigging, rubbing his hand across his sun burnt forehead and pushing his grey hair out of his face. The sun was setting on a day that had been both productive and laborious, the ship that he and Leeny had joined now ready to set sail with the morning tide. Last minute repairs had had to be carried out on the sails ( Read more... )

Following Brett's post, we're going to aim to start back properly on Monday. We need to know if you're around, if you're interested in posting and if you still want all the characters that you have. And by 'interested' and 'around', I mean posting at least once a week, and possibly more often, if you are included in an important thread (such as the ( Read more... )

I keep checking back to see if it's time for me to post my part of the story... and not only has nothing happened for nearly two months, but I haven't been seeing key people on AIM. I've fired off a few messages and waited ( Read more... )

Norrington made his way across town as quickly as he could, but things were a bit difficult. The citizens of Port Royal were rather in a tizzy over a breakout from the city gaol, which was rumored to included a pack of female pirates.

For once, Norrington hoped and prayed the rumors were true. If some of the Pearl's crew had already escaped, that ( Read more... )

The wind, the sun, and the spray of sea in his face, all of these things should have given him a pleasant mood.  Yet, as Hugh Morrow leaned up against the railing of the ship he couldn't help but feel anxious and... unsatisfied. Here he was in good health along with steady employment. Except for having a ship to call his very own, Hugh thought ( Read more... )