Tia Dalma
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Sea Goddess Voodoo Priestess[M:0]
Same story, different version.
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Post by Tia Dalma on Jun 12, 2007 14:48:44 GMT -5
She could tell that the idea of the pen, paper, and bottle was probably something which Arianna didn’t like due to the silence which had entered the room the moment she had taken out the pen, paper, and bottle and showed it to her. It was of course, the only thing at the time which she could think of at the moment that wouldn’t seem so suspicious.
“Don’t want it?” Tia asked, while she’d then move to move the pen, paper, and bottle towards her. Though as she would do so she would remember a similar situation, such as the jar of dirt which she had handed Jack. This had seemed so similar, and yet… she couldn’t really help but laugh inside. It had been amazing on how this situation brought up a past situation in the same manor except with different objects and objectives.
“Because if not, do you have a better idea on how t’ communicate wid me?” Of course, if she didn’t like the idea of the pen, paper, and bottle idea for communication, then there had to be something else in mind for communication as there was no other way to communicate with one another unless they where to meet in person, and Davy Jones was probably one who wouldn’t go on land without a proper reason.
It had been similar to her; she had been a woman who rarely left the shack unless a proper reason was given. The last time she had left the shack was to rescue Jack, and to be free from her retched human bonds. There had rarely been any other time where she had left without a proper reason. If she were to put her own form of plan into action then it was something which was necessary to do. And that was to leave the hut even without a reason given.
So as it seemed, changes where to be made, and this was the time to start. “Dere be one of da other captains to get you aboard da ship without a problem. One of dem will say dat you are one of their crew members and are changing ships.”
“But now dat I dink about it, I won’t be on dis island much anymore once dings come into play. When you leave, I shall be going wid you.” It had probably been obvious from the start that she was going to say this. She had to leave the island in order to make sure that her team members where doing as they where told and weren’t screwing up. She needed to keep an eye on them herself, though she couldn’t keep an eye on Davy Jones without help which was one of the reasons on why she had asked Arianna to help her.
“And even dou you may be headed elsewhere, it doesn’t matter t’ me.”
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Post by Arianna Ramirez on Jun 13, 2007 19:51:32 GMT -5
The, pen, the paper, and the bottle were offered and then pushed towards her after a few minutes. The voodoo woman was not joking then. Originally Arianna thought she would have to be joking, but as it turned out, she was perfectly serious. It seemed that this was going to be even more of a challange than suspected. It would be hard to through something off the ship without notice; even more difficult considering which ship she was on, who ran it, and the fact that she would have to send the updates rather frequently. It certaintly would require some creativity on her part, to say the least.
Arianna sighed and took the bottle laying it on the table without another word. As much as she hated to admit it, the woman was right. Magic would be too obvious, and they couldn't meet face to face on the ship or on land without being suspected; it was the only way that she could pull it off. It was the only way she could think of now at least, though she wished she could think of something esle. The task was starting to look a bit more daunting.
Her gaze towards the bottle was broken when it was annouced another Captain would pick her up and then transfer onto the ship that Jones was in command of. It seemed fair enough, but of course that would make Jones even more suspicious, which didn't help her any.
Apparently, to make it worse, she was going at the same time as Tia Dalma which meant they would be seen together and immediatly linked. Jones would be wary enough of a woman, but one that was in contact with the sea goddess he once loved; that would be a near impossible suspicion to break which made her opinions very limited to say the least. More limited than she liked any how. Unless she proved useless at everything else it wasn't likely that she was going to get the position of cabin boy. He would probably sit her out than trust her with those duties.
"So you will contact me when it is time for us to depart then I take it?"
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Tia Dalma
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Sea Goddess Voodoo Priestess[M:0]
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Post by Tia Dalma on Jun 14, 2007 22:12:02 GMT -5
“Yes. I will be in contact wid you. Dere are many ways on how I can contact you. Da only problem is how you will contact me as you are only human. During your transaction, aldou I doubt dat Jones will have the Flying Dutchman as its current captain is still bound t’ da Dutchman, I will be watching t’ make sure everything goes according t’ plan.”
She had highly doubted that Davy Jones would have control over the Flying Dutchman at that point in time, as there hadn’t been any moves made yet. In fact, she was uncertain on where Davy Jones current location was.
Although she could care less off the former captain of the Flying Dutchman, the whereabouts of him made her worry. She could only imagine if at one point, while they where talking about the issue of Arianna joining Davy Jones crew, that Davy Jones all of a sudden appeared out of nowhere. She could only imagine the situation then but could only hope that nothing of the sort would happen.
Although it was probably unlikely, if worse comes to worse, Tia would need to think of something fast, especially if things where to go wrong during the transactions. She needed a way to contact Beckett, Norrington, or Captain Sao Feng to make sure they where aware of the transactions if they hadn’t been anywhere on the island and she highly doubted that they where.
“Shall we leave t’ Tortuga?” Tia asked. She had noticed that Arianna had taken hold of the pen, paper, and bottle. It seemed as though she had won this argument even though she would make no comment on it, except for the simple smirk that had appeared across her lips.
Though the reasons for mentioning Tortuga, it was the obvious place for a captain in need of a crew, would search for one. But she had been completely unaware of which captains of hers would be searching for a crew in all places such as Tortuga, but it was the best of starts especially to find familiar faces.
“Dere be anyding else you’d like t’ know before we leave? Or shall we set sail on whatever vessel you brought?”
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Post by Lord Cutler Beckett on Jun 25, 2007 15:38:36 GMT -5
The sound of cannons roaring and screams of men filled the air as the mighty Endeavor was turned into matchsticks by The Flying Dutchman. When its commander had seen The Flying Dutchman coming toward them it literally looked as if it had been sent from the bowels of hell by the devil himself. In his mind he could almost hear the maniacal laughter as it closed in on its prey knowing there was no possible chance for escape.
He had been literally paralyzed as he had to realize something he had never experienced before…defeat. Confidence and invincibility had proved to be his undoing. So much faith had been placed into one ship as a weapon for victory and now it was being used as a tool against him.
The frantic cries of his men around him were literally lost in the background as he struggled to gain his thoughts. There was no possible chance for escape. And even if he somehow did succeed in doing so, he risked being captured by the enemy. To him being in the hands of his enemy was far worse then death. No, if he was to be defeated then it would be on his own terms.
And that is why he was not afraid to face death as he slowly stepped down the stairs that led from the helm and into the line of fire. If death was to come for him then he would meet it face to face. He could literally hear and see everything around him being shattered into a million pieces…..just like his dream. His dream and plans of world domination and becoming the most powerful man in the world were destroyed. The only thing left for him would be an epitaph and perhaps a mention in history. But in a way because of that he would be forever immortalized as being the one man who chose to take on piracy and eradicate it from the world….Lord Cutler Beckett.
“It’s just good business.”
Those were the last words that escaped his lips before a fiery oblivion consumed him and sent him to meet his creator. The one who he believed had sent him to the earth to vanquish evil. Now he would receive his just reward for serving him all this time. __________________________________________________
Cutler Beckett’s eyes flew open as he awoke with a start. His heart was racing frantically as he slowly took in his surroundings as he sat up. He saw neither pearly gates nor angels but instead what appeared to be a shoreline. Where was he? Had he somehow survived after the destruction of The Endeavour? But that was impossible!
He glanced down at himself searching for any signs of injury but found nothing. Surely there had to be some kind of wound or even burns from the fiery wreckage? Then perhaps this was Heaven? But if so then why was he alone? It was then that he began to wonder if he were in purgatory instead.
Slowly rising to his feet, he stood up and began to glance around for any signs of other souls like himself.
“Is anyone there?” he called out into the air but was only answered by the sound of crashing waves onto the shore or sea birds flying overhead.
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