Grace smiled at Pickles before watching Jack handle the bird. She slowly sauntered towards him, "Um sir. I am not sure if the poor thing can fly...It more than likely can't. I could fix it's wing up though." She said gesturing to the bag on her shoulder, it rese,bled any other ladies' purse but it was full of medical supplies and such items.
"I like weapons." A deep voice said from behind Pickles. An African stepped out from behind the large Spaniard. He wasn't quite as tall as Pickles but he by far looked a lot more like a fighter. He had a scar over his left eye and was dressed like a commoner. Despite the scar he had friendly face. But it was the sort that most men would respect. "Mind if I see it?" He pointed at the pistol
"Please, do," Jack then handed the bird to Grace and could then hear somebody behind pickles. Jack then nodded, took out his flintlock pistol, and threw it at the guy who looked like a fighter. "The gun isn't in it's best condition, it was hand crafted 10 years ago, and somehow, it survived being underwater for a day ..."
Grace jumped as she heard another voice before she quickly took the bird from Jack. She didn't look behind her as she drifted away from the group a bit, without a word she pulled out a small plain wooden block. Usually she would of used it as a support but the bird was small enough to fit. She pulled out a needle and medical string. With gentle care she began to stitch the wound of the bulllet shut.
The man took the pistol and began toying with it. It was clear he had practice with guns before. The way he stared at the weapon was clearly with the eyes of experience. He dark eyes aimed calmly as another bird crossed the sky and he lowered the weapon. "I don't kill animals I-
Watson's voice cut through the air. "My word! You let someone like that on your ship. Who do you belong to?" The British man asked the African holding the pistol. The African man aimed his pistol at Watson and the Brit's face went pale. "I have a name its Atsu." He said coldly. "You dare point that at me!" He shouted
Pickles frowned put himself in front of the gun. "Come on can't we all just be friends?" He asked. Atsu glared at Watson and lowered the weapon. "I don't make friends with heathens." Watson said in reply.
Jack quickly took out his Rapier, ran up to Atsu, and hit the Flintlock pistol with his back end of the Rapier, hoping it would be knocked out of his hand and fly into the sea.
Atsu dodged it but barely. "You could have just asked for it." He said with wide eyes. But his lips formed into a smile. "Nice sword play though." He said handing the gun back to Jack. Watson scoffed. "See as I said. You shouldn't bring those types of people on ships like this." Before Atsu smashed Watson's face in.
Pickles grabbed the British man by his shirt and held him up. For the first time his green eyes were less then friendly. "Stop it." He said calmly before dropping him to the ground. But Pickles smiled brightly after he had let go of Watson and started talking to the man in that same friendly voice. "Its not very nice to call people names. Its not right." He said cheerfully. "And you shouldn't do things that aren't right."
"Oh, thanks," Jack said, putting his Rapier back into his belt and grabbing the Flintlock pistol, also putting it in his belt. "You know, Atsu, you're a pretty good guy, ANYHOW, we, from this moment on, are now allies, we should not degrade one another, we are here to become IMMORTALS, we cannot fight each other ... anyhow, good day!" Jack then walked back to Grace. "So, what's your name?" Jack asked. "My name is Jack."
Kite gets some candles ready and lights them. He reads the book to make sure he did the circle right.
War isn't life, It only brings death.
Sig by Lillian Thorne
Grace had listened to everyone bicker from where she stood, a little distance from them. She hadn't bothered to look up and see what was the cause of all of the commotion but did pay attention to Jack as he came over, "Grace Willow Hooper." She said; her tone calm and even for once. The only real time that she wasn't so quiet and timid was while she was working. She bit down on to the string, cutting it with her kanines although she didn't look very lady-like while doing it. "Could you please go into my bag and grab the white bandages?" She asked, knotting the string.
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