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Post by Abram Tannar on Jun 21, 2007 12:44:54 GMT -5
"That's a long list of crimes I'm not entirely responsible for," Abram returned testily. Since when was he accused of being a pillager, plunderer and a full-fledged, bloodthirsty pirate? The only charge he would own up to was smuggling--she at least got that one right. Giving his pistol a small wave to indicate Jack, he added, "And it savors a bit unfair that you be 'apprehending' me and not a scallywag like him--or him--" He jutted his chin in Norrington's direction for good measure, as he looked comfortably suspicious hiding away in his dark corner.
Just after his last words fell from his lips, Kelver spoke up. Aiming his flintlock dead between Parsons' brows and keeping watch on her out of the corner of his eye, he looked to see who it was that spoke. One of the navymen, if not all of them, had taken notice. Damn.
"Mary, I'd say there is," he replied bitterly, "Your pretty collie here has drawn her sword on me without good reason. Claims I'm a downright knave, but can't name me or why I'm one, and nonetheless deems fit for you chaps to arrest and keelhaul me to the noose in Port Royal."
Abram's defense was cut short when a strange looking woman bolted up from her seat and slammed her rum mug down hard on the tabletop. There was also a small commotion of fluttering and the dismayed chortle of a bird--a rather large one at that. His brows knit in confusion as she called for them to take their dispute outside. Who was she to have such authority in the Faithful Bride?
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Post by Jack Sparrow on Jun 21, 2007 19:59:36 GMT -5
A smirk slid onto Jack's tanned face. The girl was still at it.
"I hate to break it to you, love, but the entire population of Tortuga has pillaged, plundered, commited piracy, smuggled, or commited other ungodly acts." The smirk became extremely smug. "You'll be here all night."
That was the truly wonderful thing about Tortuga, aside from the girls. There were so many well-known pirates and people blatantly commiting crimes in the streets and on the dock that the Navy men wouldn't know which way to turn. If he just looked inconspicuous, he could be passed by for the ones who were obviously criminals. Except that Captain Jack Sparrow didn't particularly like going through the trouble of being inconspicuous unless he was in a place that was completely occupied by law-abiding citizens.
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Post by Arienne Kelver on Jun 22, 2007 4:16:52 GMT -5
[Arienne’s eyes narrowed as the woman holding the cutlass spoke. It was downright weird to see a woman acting like a soldier while her uniform insignia showed that she was nurse. ‘People had to learn their place, especially women’, her father had always said. It was strange, that while the young woman had never agreed with this opinion of her father, here she was, thinking the very same thing. It was ironic how life could be sometimes.
Her confusion grew with every word, as she knew the face of the man she was starring at, but could not place his name. Arienne knew that this other woman was probably right, but she was all too aware of how many pirates they would be taking on if the other attempted to stick with her opinion of bringing this man to the noose. Many would jump in, just wanted to get back at the British Navy, and the Uniforms were definitely the minority here.
“Nurse.” Kelver barked, aware that as an Officer, even one of a low rank for lack of service time, had authority over nurses, just like in this navy, and in life, as it was now, men had authority over woman. “Stand down, nurse. You won’t be bringing any man in.” It was strange how the woman’s uniform had betrayed her, was it not? Right now, however, Arienne wished for the back-up of her colleagues more than anything, but alas, they were still preoccupied with conversation, quite a pity.
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Post by indianna on Jun 22, 2007 12:23:43 GMT -5
To her own surprise, Indy let out a harsh, barking laugh. Her voice, however, was far from jolly or amused. Her tone held scorn and malice. She narrowed her eyes at the "soldier" from under her deerskin hood, her lips curving into a malevolent smirk.
"Who are you dear, to feel such superiority toward women?" she hissed, knowing best not to let the cat out of the bag, but merely to toy with this girl for awhile. "After all, you're just a confused little lad."
She put abrasive emphasis on the word "lad," still trying to keep the other British navymen out of it as long as possible. Besides, if they got involved, she'd never find a new ship to go aboard on. She got up off her barstool, in her mind wondering why the hell she was getting involved in this melee, and set her feet lightly on the floor. Taking small, quiet steps over to the group, she leaned upon a small table nearby, only a few feet away from Parsons' blade.
"I must beg your pardon for my uncouth outburst a few minutes ago." she stated, her voice back to its usual, introverted key. "Spurious swordfights and apprehension of such "dangerous criminals" is not my area of expertise."
This was a perfect example of why the shipmates gave her skeptical glances while they were at sea. Her moods changed rapidly and spontaneously, leaving everyone on edge all the time. She smiled sweetly, almost cancelling out the toxic grimace from before.
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Post by Arienne Kelver on Jun 27, 2007 22:55:04 GMT -5
Arienne felt her eyes narrow as another woman spoke. Oh, what she didn’t know. This officer didn’t feel any superiority towards a woman, for she was in fact one herself. A ‘lad’? This person couldn’t have been more wrong if she tried! It seemed like she was trying to point out that ‘Elliot’ was only a ‘boy’, but in fact, she had hit a much deeper nerve, one that took the mask she had been attempting to perfect to hide the repercussions of that fact.
“I am a soldier of rank, Ma’am, where this brash woman here seems to be but a nurse.” She spoke harshly, never looking at the woman she had put down to being a nurse. Truthfully, she had respect for nurses, for all she knew, if her mother had her way, she might have ended up one of them, but never one on a navy ship. Oh no. Most likely in some little hospital out of the way, out of the action, where this young woman that sought adventure would be bored stiff. It was strange really, how things had turned out, but at this moment, it seemed like it had for the best.
Her eyes fixed on the woman speaking, the ‘officer’ spoke coolly, her eyes never once leaving that girl’s face. “If this is not your ‘thing’ as you so put it, perhaps you would be wise to keep your tongue and stay out of such matters?” Although it was put almost innocently, there was an undertone of venom in those words, illuminated by Arienne’s glance in the direction of her colleagues, as if reminding that all it would take was one word to have three other fully trained Navy men over here. It was a threatening warning, not a suggestion, and she hoped that Indianna would heed her words of warning.
In that moment she let her eyes wander the rest of the group, almost challengingly. What possessed her to enter this dispute with such vigor, she did not know, not past that it was simply a feeling. Since entering the Navy she had tried to model her reactions off what any other Navy ‘Man’ might do. The fact that she was a woman, in her mind, changed nothing. But, it was against everything she believed in to act like she was superior to a woman, to degrade one, to degrade anyone, as she was doing now. This was one of the costs of her new life, she suppose. But, the question was, what she was sacrificing of herself, even if she was unaware of it, was it worth it for this life, the one she had always dreamed of? [/size]
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