Post by ADMIN on Aug 4, 2010 19:01:03 GMT -5
“The warrant for the arrest of one, William Turner.”
“This warrant is for Elizabeth Swan.”
“Oh is it? That’s annoying. my mistake. Arrest her.”
“On what charges?”
“Ah-ha, here’s the one for William Turner…"
"And I have another one for a Mr. James Norrington; is he present?”
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And so, Elizabeth has been locked away in a small grimy cell. Unable to do much more than shout, rattle bars, and wait. James, on the other hand, resigned his post and disappeared after it was thought that his ship was destroyed in a hurricane. He has taken base in Tortuga; a heavy drinker and little more than filth, James is a party hog… of sorts. But his time is coming, his destiny incomplete.
Yo, ho, haul together;
Hoist the colors high.
Heave ho, thieves and beggars;
Never shall we die.
Cutler Beckett is biding his time. The chest of one: Davy Jones, is a milestone in his plans. Very simple really, if you must know. Get the chest, take the heart, control the abomination, destroy the pirates. As a smaller, but just as important goal, Beckett wants a certain compass. He knows of the Brethren Court, and has forced their hands, bringing up the song…
The king and his men;
Stole the queen from her bed;
And bound her in her Bones.
The seas be ours;
And by the powers;
Where we will we'll roam.
The infamous Captain Jack Sparrow. With a black spot. Running. For his life. Sparrow has just gotten become, for lack of better terms, the target of the Kraken. The Black Pearl is a flurry of activity, and heading straight for shore. Avoiding the Kraken is only half of the mission; the other half seems much, much more irrelevant. A key. To which opens one certain chest…
Yo, ho, haul together;
Hoist the colors high.
Heave ho, thieves and beggars;
Never shall we die.
William Turner off on another quest. Again to save Elizabeth. This time for Beckett. His journey begins in Tortuga. Take a guess. Ah, yes. Jack Sparrow. Beckett has Will searching out Sparrow, or at the very least, one of his items. He’ll have to search hard, as only one crew may have any idea where Jack may be… Or at least the location of the Black Pearl.
Some men have died;
And some are alive;
And others sail on the sea.
With the keys to the cage;
And the Devil to pay;
We lay to Fiddler's Green!
The legendary Davy Jones. Master of the Kraken. And monster of the sea. Other than picking up whatever he comes across, Davy, like everyone else, has an agenda. And like Will, it’s Jack Sparrow. Unlike Will, he isn’t after a certain object. Jack himself is due and Davy wants nothing more than to get his promised hundred years of service. The messenger sent, the threat placed, now it’s a matter of time. Or so Jones thinks…
The bell has been raised;
From it's watery grave.;
Do you hear it's sepulchral tone?
We are a call to all;
Pay head the squall;
And turn your sail toward home!
Enter Jolly Roger. An undead skeleton and captain of the Harkaway. Thirsty for his self-proclaimed spot as Pirate Lord along with a personal vendetta, Roger is the third being chasing after Jack Sparrow. Problem being he already knows about Davy Jones and the deal with Sparrow. That leads to a split view, but Jolly figures in the end, an eye on Jones will lead him to Sparrow. Hopes have it that his other eye will catch sight of Jack first.
Yo, ho, haul together,
hoist the colors high.
Heave ho, thieves and beggars,
never shall we die.
Word as spread like fire. Davy Jones is real. And more importantly, so is his chest. It’s assumed someone within the East Indian Trading Company caught wind and couldn’t keep their mouth shut. Either way, stories vary from immortality to command of the Flying Dutchman. Does it matter? Pirates, ye be hunted. Survival is the goal. Join forces, though be careful of what demons you make deals with. Creatures far crueler than the EITC lurk just beneath the water’s surface…
A la Chew. <3