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Re: Pirates of the Caribbean roleplay [version 2] « Result #4 on Nov 16, 2009, 6:03pm »
OOC:: Restarting the roleplay?!?!?!?! NEVAH!!!!!
Unless, of course, I was to start my own...*diabolical little grin*
Nah. Web formatting's not my thing. Shall I finally post, after nearly a YEAR of inactiveness?????
BIC: John stood out on the deck, hands apart on the railing. The waves broke against the ship almost violently, and the sky was getting darker by the minute. A sharp gust of wind shoved his hair out of his eyes. Storm's coming...and fast!
The white crests of sea foam that broke against the side of Mary's ship were somehow unusual, though. John couldn't quite put his finger on it....
...that's it! The normally white foam was stained a blood red. From what, John knew only too well, but he still forbode his mind from thinking. He closed his eyes, paying attention to only the sound of the angry wind tossing the waves. He drifted off into some subconscious place...the howling wind turning into a soft breeze, the hard deck beneath him turning into soft green grass.....
John looked down suddenly. The ship had entirely melted away. He was standing instead at the edge of a small bluff, looking down at a beautiful little lake. Reflected in the mirror-like surface was a castle of massive proportions. However, the castle was not what caught his eye. It was the small girl running towards him from the main gate that commanded his attention.
"Come, John! The Kings says we are to go riding with him today!"
The girl could not have been more than eight or nine, and she spoke with textbook-perfect Gaelic. The child had beautiful reddish-brown hair that fell in a rippling wave down to her waist, and she was clothed in a long flowing robe of green.
John had remembered this scene well--the first time he and Mary had been allowed to hunt with the falcons in their father's hunting party. It was also the day Mary had been given her first horse, a mare by the name of Molly.
As John relived this small bit of his childhood over and over again, he stood on the deck bracking the wind, the smallest of smiles gracing his lips, just daring someone to bring him out of this fantasy.
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