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 Posted: Sun Aug 06, 2006 4:15 pm
Leo rolled to the left and made a quick shot towards the man. He didn't wait, and drew his own cutlass, trying to get to his feet.
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Posted: Sun Aug 06, 2006 4:39 pm
Took a hail of buckshot into his left leg, falling to a knee and grunting in pain as he drew his blunderbuss. The spread-fire would make quick work of the man if he had the gall to charge with a saber. Locking back the hammer he squinted and took aim-- ignoring the pulsing wound in his leg, steadily bleeding. "Halt, ye!"
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Posted: Sun Aug 06, 2006 9:13 pm
Leo froze, his sword half drawn, and he on one knee. "Aye, I have halted."
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Posted: Mon Aug 07, 2006 4:44 pm
Robichaux brought himself standing, the gun pointed to Leo's head, feeling a bit woozy as blood flowed from his leg "We'll be parting fer now sailor, but if I should see you again I will put you, your ship, and your crew down to the depths." Shambling off he headed toward the tailor's again to meet up with the rest.
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Posted: Mon Aug 07, 2006 4:56 pm
Leo grimaced, and sheathed his blade. Luckily his pipe had not been smashed. He emptied it, and started another round of tobacco. He turned, walking to the tavern he left his crew at, shaking off the feeling of fear he had for that man.
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Posted: Sat Aug 12, 2006 4:33 pm
Chris nodded curtly and left the small tailor building. It had taken longer than she had realized to fit and pay for her new "uniform".
Stepping back onto the street again, Chris noticed the time of day. It would be about time to find the captain and head back to the ship, provided that supplies were already taken care of. Because of the recent battle, Chris guessed that most of the crew would find themselves in a near tavern.
She paused there, on the street, waiting for the First Mate. This was her first time in this city, and while she might be able to find her way back to the ship...Chris would rather not chance it.
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Posted: Mon Aug 14, 2006 1:13 pm
"You couldn't bloody help yourself, Could you?" Andrea questioned, crossing her arms stiffly, as she spotted Robichaux shambling up the path towards them, his leg wounded.
"Has to get into a damned fight every time we pull into port..." she muttered as they approached him.
"Who was is this time." Andrea asked in a slightly cynical manner as she glanced at his wounded leg, knowing well enough that he probably didn't want any help from either she or Chris, even wounded as he was.
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Posted: Wed Aug 16, 2006 6:35 pm
Robichaux spat on the ground, hobbling up to them with the occaisional wince as he dragged his bloodied leg. "Didn't catch this one's name, I usually don't. Some smoky lone wolf sailor, I foxed him out o'course but if I see him again he's a dead man...Come, let's be rearing ourselves to the ship. We need to make to Hilt in the mornin' and I need a medic to get this damn buckshot out of my leg." Using his sword's scabbard as a crutch he walked between Andrea and Chris to the bar to make the alert to the men.
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Posted: Mon Aug 21, 2006 1:16 pm
Chris wondered for a moment if the sailor had not told his name to aid his escape or if it was common practice for a fight between sailors to not be involved. From what the captain said...it sounded as common practice. Even in duels though...a gentleman's name wasn't always given.
The wound on the captains' leg looked painful at best though...perhaps a drink would be appreciated?
"Wuld ye like me to fetch ya a painkiller, sir?" The smile in her voice and eyes made it clear that she was speaking of strong alcoholic liquor.
"I culd eas'ly find me way back to the ship from the inn by the port."
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Posted: Sun Sep 10, 2006 5:02 pm
Andrea frowned slightly as she addressed Chris in a sarcastic manner, "Yes put him in another state of delusion, wonderful idea..." She then tossed Chris a small purse of coins. "Get the bloody alcohol if you must, but not the unclean sort that he prefers" she said with disdain, her aristocratic tone inching into her voice as she spoke. "I need it for antiseptic not something that will get him into another undesirable situation. And cloth for bandages as well." she ordered. "Alert the men as well when you go to the tavern, Chris, we will be leaving soon."
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Posted: Sun Sep 10, 2006 5:33 pm
(Let's do the timewarp again...It's just a step to the left, A little jump to the ri~iiight.)
The boat landed now on the sandy shores of the pirate hovel, Hilt. Throwing anchor and forming the out party he left the boat with Andrea, Chris, and a handful of others to gather information about the mysterious captain in green who had killed the mapmaker. Anyone who called themselves a pirate had been to Hilt, logically he had passed through here, someone must have seen him-- and if anyone could memorize a name and face it were the tight-fisted merchants in Hilt. Heading toward the weapon shop, he instructed Chris to keep her money inside of her shirt rather then at the hip-- and to keep a hand on a weapon at all times.
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Posted: Tue Oct 10, 2006 4:52 pm
"Aye Captain," Chris whispered in quick response to his instructions, and shifted her right hand to the short sword she'd been equipped with on the ship, spitting to the side.
Her left hand, while it appeared that she had wiped her mouth after spitting, had quickly and smoothly grabbed the small, tan pouch and slipped it past the fabric of her overshirt.
The weapons' shop they were heading to was just up the way a little further..there Chris hoped the Captain would find at least some of the information he sought.
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