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Post by Miss Elizabeth Swann on Jan 3, 2007 9:58:02 GMT -5
[.Tales of the Ocean.] I looked out the fogged window of my room, watching the waves from the sea ebb in and out along the docks. Another ship was leaving the port with goods headed for some far away land...
I had been aboard a ship once. An adventure far and wide...with pirates none the less. Once I had been a prim and proper lady, daughter to the govenor of this port, engaged to a man of high class. I had thrown that all away. I grew to love another, a blacksmith nonetheless. I had met a pirate and spent a night with him on a godforsaken island in the middle of the Caribbean.
But now here I was, back to my old life in Port Royal. Oh, how I longed to get back on the ocean waters. To sail for days -weeks- on end with no one to tell me what I was to do.
I stood up from my station by the window and walked slowly over to the door of my room. My long, elegant dress dragged slowly on the wood-panaled floor beneith me and the heels of my shoes clicked as I walked. I paused, my small hand barely on the knob of the door. What was a girl to do? |
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Post by Commodore James Norrington on Jan 4, 2007 21:23:00 GMT -5
Many people milled about the docks, filling ships with supplies and necessities, and, of course, Commodore Norrington was no exception. Currently, he was required to observe the proceedings and ensure that everything was in order. There wasn’t anything remotely enlightening about pacing the docks, but James wasn’t about to complain. After all, this was his life.
To begin with his entire motivation had been a lovely woman – Elizabeth Swann, but now she was different… utterly different. She still resided in Port Royale, of course, but even when James saw her she didn’t seem there. She was always thinking about something else it seemed. But now, now he had nothing… that was unless he somehow gained some power over the heart of Davy Jones once more, which he deemed highly unlikely.
Allowing an irritated sigh to slip from between his thin lips, James spun on his heels –his shining, black boots making a ‘clack’ sound upon the wood below him- and made his way toward Port Royale. Most of the ships were stocked and James needed to occupy his mind somehow for if he let it wander enough it always seemed to revert back to the same old things.
James adjusted the dark blue coat that was fitted against his still quite thin frame as he entered the dusty main street that –one way or another- lead to almost every important aspect of the Port.
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Post by Miss Elizabeth Swann on Jan 6, 2007 15:37:15 GMT -5
Elizabeth sighed again, before pausing slightly and opening the door of her room, closing it after she had pulled the train of her dress through. She hated being cooped up in the house all day. She had to get out and do something.
She slowly descended the spiraling staircase so as not to slip in her heels, griping the railing for extra support. The walk to the door was a short one as the stairs led practically right to the front door. Elizabeth knew her leaving the house without permission would be frowned upon by her father - and probably others - but she was willing to take the risk anyway.
As Elizabeth's long brunette locks swayed in the breeze as the exited the house. The air smelled of salty sea water and the air was the usual warm Caribbean temperature. It was perfect. |
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Post by Commodore James Norrington on Jan 7, 2007 4:14:25 GMT -5
Entwining his fingers behind his back, James’ gaze appeared focused on something at the end of the street – whether it was for the sole purpose of looking important and regal or because he was genuinely interested in whatever it was wasn’t quite clear. People bustled past him, sidestepping him as he continued to walk in a straight line, and every now and again his gaze would switch to a store or home that he walked past.
James’ pace slowed slightly as he neared the blacksmith’s store, and felt a frown creeping its way onto his pale forehead. He remembered the apprentice that used to reside there – how could he not? After all, that was the man who had intently ruined his life as opposed to Sparrow who merely inadvertently played a part in it.
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Post by Miss Elizabeth Swann on Jan 7, 2007 19:19:08 GMT -5
The streets of Port Royale were very familiar to her. Ever since she had arrived in the Caribbean, she had wandered the streets of the port searching for anything eventful to take part in.
Elizabeths shuffled in the direction she had been originally headed, though she still had no apparent destinantion. People looked at her as she passed, but minded themselves and scurried along past. |
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Post by wowposter on Sept 10, 2008 19:49:46 GMT -5
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