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10-16-2010, 01:00 AM
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No hitting him?
Hehe, just kidding. However, this.. occurance, I should say, is going to make managing the crew a little harder, especially with the fact that Lawrence and Kat are stuck together for the next few months! |
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10-16-2010, 03:01 AM
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Short, but I like it.
Hehe, maybe since Solomon is outta the story, your good captain friend, Nate Swordwalker, returns? 
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10-16-2010, 03:57 AM
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Not a chance Nate! I'll be back first, or nobody will!
 Mm... Savages captured him... Would you believe that? They made me their chief... 
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10-16-2010, 04:46 AM
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What about Christopher Ironhawk???? He would fit in, no?
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10-16-2010, 02:47 PM
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Nice! Poor Law.... Can't wait... *Sits outside Crest's House* Now I shall be the first to read, Savvy?
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#7
10-16-2010, 11:30 PM
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Crest this is SUCH an excellent chapter.
I LOVE how true to the characters you are. This really couldn't have played out any other way. I am simply amazed at your talents. On another note....... dont'cha love how all the guys have lined up to post comments, now that Kat is giving out kisses!?
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10-18-2010, 01:15 AM
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YAY!!! THAT WAS AWESOME!! LOL and i dont hate ya crest! lol what will happen next!??????!!!! who knows!!!!???? haha its awesome way to go crest!!!
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10-18-2010, 03:29 AM
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10-23-2010, 05:30 AM
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Welcome to the Caribbean
Well mates... Late Friday night, and I have a chapter for you. Thank you for the reviews last week! And boys... I ain't handing out kisses to just anyone.
 So, without further ado....Welcome to the Caribbean  Sarah Crestshot stood on a small island in the middle of the Caribbean. She observed the ruin of the area that had only been partially rebuilt. It was a rather dark place, she thought. No wonder the Navy liked it for a remote jail. She sighed softly at the thought of her journey. Ever since her sister had disappeared, Sarah had worried and tried to find her. All inquires in England hadn’t done any good, so Sarah believed it was time to head to the source. She told her parents, much to their chagrin, and sent off a letter to her ever travelling fiancé about where she would be. Before he could send a response (or before he had even received the letter, most likely), she had forced herself onto one of his ships. It was nice having a wealthy businessman with many ships in commission. She had merely threatened the sailors with job loss, and they did exactly what she wanted. Her brother walked up to her from the small tavern on the hill. “Those two up there didn’t know anything,” Charles said. “The most they remember is a girl about two years ago that they thought matched her description. Long, dark hair, tall, and wearing a rather elegant dress. I honestly think that the dress is the only reason they remember her.” Sarah sighed. “Well, that’s not a lot to go by,” she grumbled. “Not anything else, Charles?” The young man looked a little uncomfortable. “Well, I grilled them a little more for information, and they said that the girl had boarded a ship for Port Royal. And…” The hesitance was clear in his face and his voice. “And, Charles?” Sarah pressed. Charles tugged his ear nervously as he said, “They said the girl had come from the jail, Sarah.” Sarah was visibly ruffled at that statement. “Well that couldn’t possibly have been Katherine!” she exclaimed. “Why would she have been left in a jail? Her husband never would have stood for it!” “You know they didn’t get along well, Sarah,” Charles muttered. “They only married because it was beneficial to the families. Is it possible that he could have…” Sarah easily followed his train of thought. “No, Charles. That can’t be possible. It’s not possible.” Charles looked her steadily in the eye. “It’s worth it to check, Sarah. We owe Katherine that much.” Sarah knew that look. She had seen it when they had been young and fighting over a toy, or later in life when he argued with her about his behaviors. This was his ‘I’m going to do it my way no matter what you say’ look. It wouldn’t do any good to deny him. “Alright then Charles. Let’s go look.” The jail was rather small and dingy, and it smelled bad to Sarah’s refined nose. If Katherine had been in a place like this… Sarah shuddered at the thought. There was no guard on duty; this jail had essentially been abandoned. Of course, this made it much easier to investigate without someone breathing down their necks. There wasn’t much but dirt in the cells, and what Sarah fervently hoped weren’t human remains. Of course, it is always the last place on looks where the wanted thing is found. “Charles… please tell me this isn’t what I think it is,” Sarah said weakly. Charles, his back turned to his sister, said “No, Sarah, there are no human bones in here.” Sarah glared at his back. She marched over to him, and roughly turned him around by the shoulder. “I was talking about this, Charles.” She shoved a small, dark green handkerchief into his face. He took it gently into his hands to examine it. “Look at the corner, Charles,” she said shakily. He turned the handkerchief over and brushed some grime off of it. Stitched in was the name ‘Katherine Randolph’. He looked up at his sister in shock. “She was here, Charles,” Sarah said with bright eyes. “She was here. But where is she now?” Charles shook his head in grief, unable to respond. The two made their way back to Sarah’s waiting ship, lost in thought and worry. After a short day’s travel, most of which Charles and Sarah spent in their cabins, wondering, they landed in Port Royal. Activity was slow in the port that day. A few chickens clucked on the dock and workers milled about, but there wasn’t much to it. “Exactly what are we looking for here, Charles?” Sarah asked as she looked out on the town. Charles thought for a moment. “I’m not sure, Sarah. We’re just looking for anything.” He wrapped an arm around his sister’s shoulders comfortingly and the two stepped off the ship. They began walking down towards the town when Sarah felt a tap on her shoulder. “Welcome back to Port Royal Ms. Cres-” Sarah turned to see a scraggly blonde man stop abruptly in the middle of his greeting. He looked surprised to see her face, as if he had suspected someone else. “Um, forgive me,” he said. “I had believed you to be another.” He tried to go the other direction, but Sarah stopped him with a hand to his arm. “If you don’t mind me asking, sir, who did you believe I was?” she asked. The man looked nervous. “It was nobody, I assure you miss. Now-” “You called me Ms. Cres before you stopped,” Sarah insisted. “Ms. Crestshot, perhaps?” Charles looked at her as if she were insane, but Sarah wasn’t bothered to notice. The dockworker looked at her wearily. “How do you know that name?” he asked lowly. Sarah finally released the man’s arm. “I would think I know the name. I am Sarah, sister of-” “Sarah!” Charles bit out, stopping her from continuing. Sarah rounded on her brother, who looked at her with raised eyebrows. Sarah glared back, and Charles glanced at the dockworker, then raised a single eyebrow at her. “I hate to interrupt the silent conversation,” the other man said, “but I’d like to discuss with you somewhere a little more private. Follow me.” He began walking away down the dock. Sarah and Charles had another quick silent exchange, with Charles shaking his head no fervently, and Sarah nodding, until she just stopped and walked away after the dockworker. Charles gave a grunt of frustration and reluctantly followed his sister. The man led them on a weaving path through the town until they reached a tavern. He opened the door for the siblings and quickly shut it behind him. They were in a dimly lit room, with a few men playing poker in the corner and a man in an old Navy uniform at the bar. Soft music from a flute and guitar graced their ears as they looked around the place. “Josie!” the blonde man called at the bar. She came from the back room, putting her hair up in a tie. “What is it Sam?” she asked, her eyes to the ground as she adjusted her hair. “Not trying to send anyone else on ridiculous favors, are ya?” She looked up at the small group and her brow furrowed. “Well, what have we here?” “I need your help with something Josie,” the man named Sam said. “This lass here claims to be the sister of one Ms. Crestshot.” “Aye now?” she asked. “Well, this is quite an interesting development. Josie Mcreedy.” She held out her hand and Sarah took it reluctantly, unused to such a thing. Charles stepped forward and merely bowed, ignoring the hand. For once, where it is least needed, he acts like a gentleman, Sarah scoffed silently. “What does any of this have to do with my sister?” Sarah asked, rather impatient. Josie examined her closely. “What, pray tell, is your sister’s name?” she asked. “She is Kath-” “Sarah!” Charles snapped again. Sarah turned on him with a glare. “Honestly, Charles, it’s just a name!” She spoke to Josie and Sam again. “Her name is Katherine. Perhaps she would go by the last name of Crestshot or Randolph. I can’t be sure of that anymore.” Josie gave a short laugh. “Katherine! I’ll have to mention that next time I see her.” Sarah looked shocked. “So you know my sister!” Josie’s smile slowly faded. “Aye, I know her, if we happen to be speaking of the same person, that is. Is your sister perhaps yay tall,” she gestured, “slight build, and long, dark hair like yours?” Sarah was cautious now. “Yes…” she said slowly. “You act as if something is wrong…” Josie nodded. “You’d be best to sit down. Perhaps if you were of the more common sort, this would be easier, but you look…noble. This may come as a shock.” Sarah was getting more and more worried. What did this woman mean by ‘noble’? Was Katherine dead? Was she in prison again? What could be so bad that she had to sit down? She reluctantly sat in a stool at the bar, with Charles standing closely behind her. “Your sister is a pirate,” Josie said, looking Sarah in the eye. Sarah’s eyes widened. “A pirate?!” she all but screeched. “A pirate?” Charles asked at the same time, an undertone of humor to his voice. “Yes, a pirate,” Sam said with a hint of impatience. “Ye know, pillaging, plundering… rum,” he added as an afterthought. “Bloody good one she is too.” “Sam, don’t attack them with information,” Josie scolded. “By a good pirate, he means she’s not drunken and merciless,” she said to the siblings. “She’s been spending a lot of her time lately going after Jolly Roger. Not your traditional pirate by far.” Charles finally spoke up. “Jolly Roger? You mean the man on the pirate flags? Isn’t he just a legend?” Josie sighed. “If only. He is very much real, and in his very real state, tries to take over the Caribbean regularly. Kat – Katherine, I mean, has a personal vendetta against him.” The group was silent for a moment as Sarah and Charles absorbed this information. “Where is she now?” Sarah finally whispered. “Nobody can really be sure,” Josie said. “She went out to sea again a few months ago. My suggestion is that you head to Tortuga. It’s the only free port left around here. All the others are under strict Navy control.” “What’s wrong with the Navy?!” Sarah asked, outraged. Josie shook her head. “You’re not from here. Everything is corrupt. The Caribbean is much different from high class England. Everything isn’t clean cut and sparkly here.” Sarah’s gaze softened out of sympathy for the woman. “Very well. Tortuga then?” she asked. “Yes, but you can’t go to Tortuga looking like that. Too many petticoats. No, go to Truehound and get yourself set up with much simpler clothes. Then you can head out.” Sarah nodded determinedly. Perhaps her sister was a pirate now, but it didn’t matter. She needed to see her, to know these people didn’t like. She would do whatever it took. As you can plainly see, I have moved away from Kat and Lawrence. I'll leave you all to figure out what's going to happen there. Well, what do you think mates? I actually had to combine two chapters on this (thank the mouse gods I had 2 on hand) because both were really short. Regardless, this is taking the story where I want it to go... how about you? Well, that's me for today mates! Thanks for reading! -Kat Crestshot |
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#11
10-23-2010, 02:37 PM
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I love that! "With a slight undertone of humor"
Anyhow, Crest great chapter as always.... |
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#12
10-23-2010, 06:34 PM
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This could get interesting....
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#13
10-23-2010, 07:50 PM
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Nice chapter.... And yes, it could get interesting...
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#14
10-23-2010, 08:17 PM
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I really like this chapter!
Thanks for bringing Sarah & Charles back in Perfect timing, any longer & I would have forgotten about them  It is a great transition point for the story, very well done! |
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#15
10-29-2010, 07:34 PM
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haha very good crest! i love it
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The Scathed
Hybrid Mode
