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5 yrs ago
@littleone - No. The world would not be better off without you. Those who know you will greatly miss you. Hang in there. Sometimes it might not seem like it but you mean a lot to those who love you.
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5 yrs ago
I'm alive. I'm going to see if I can get back into a bit more active. I have a good feeling about this year but then again, it just started so :/ lol
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5 yrs ago
Currently alive....for whatever that is worth.
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6 yrs ago
I'm in the process of moving so I'm currently a bit CrAzY at the second. Hopefully, I'll be back to normal reply schedule soon (after the move and the insanity of getting basic unpacking done)
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6 yrs ago
Been sick for two weeks. Not fun at all :/ Just FYI

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Current Status (updated 12.6.21):
I've quit my job and am currently job hunting. I'm hoping that and a few other things will help me enjoy life again.
I am around a bit though better to discuss on discord.

I'm not looking for new partners/stories at this time.

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Abigail eyed the pirate a bit suspiciously. It sounded more to her that speech was a bit of an afterthought, that he didn't really seem to care about her well-being but was being polite. Which begged the question, why? She was technically his prisoner. He could do whatever he wanted. Why would he apologize for their lack of manners then? Was he the type that wanted her to justify his taking her? Either way, she was used to courts and ballrooms of London. If he wanted to fence with words then she would be more than able.

Drawing herself up, she stood and looked at him. "Apology accepted," she said even though both knew it wasn't really meant. "I take it then that I can have my necklace and trinket back and be on my merry way?" She held out her palm but didn't snatch the necklace back. She didn't want to appear desperate, despite the fact she really didn't want to lose it. She had found it on the beach her first time at Port Royal. And though it was really more sentimental than anything, it meant a lot to her.

Around her the crew chuckled at her audacity but she ignored them. The captain was in control here. No doubt he'd refuse her, using some political language or such to deny her request. She honestly didn't expect him to give it back but at the same time, if he was going to try and pretend to be a gentleman and such, she was going to force him to it. She hated charades. And surprisingly, the man reminded her more of someone she'd meet at one of the elite social gatherings back home. And that alone brought courage. She was able to handle them back then, she could do so now. Either way, what had she too lose?

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The early morning found Will with a massive headache. The town was still in a bit disarray from the pirate attack. Picking himself up, Will heard rumors that the pirates had gone all the way to the governor's mansion. Immediately he worried about Elizabeth. Was the alright? When news that she and Abigail were missing hit him, his worry increased.

He took the route to the governor's mansion. Soldiers were there but no one else was home. The governor was still at the fort with the Commodore dealing with the mess. "Have you seen Elizabeth?" He asked on of the servants. The woman shook her head.

Inquiry after inquiry and no one knew anything. Then one boy said he had seen the two cousins head to the jail late last night. Frowning, Will headed that direction. Why would they go to the prison? He remembered the pirate and wondered briefly if she had managed to escape. The prison really hadn't been checked since the attack. Grabbing an axe on the way, he walked through the streets shaking his head at the carnage. He hated pirates. They were going to pay. He just hoped Elizabeth was alright.
Abigail kept her head as she was forcibly put into a rowboat and rowed out to the pirate vessel. Explosions sounded all around them. And for one moment, a shell nearly hit them as it screamed over head. She ducked, illiciting laughter from her captors - though it was a bit nervous as they too had been a bit afraid for a second.

The one pirate kept a tight grip on her arm the entire time. It was as if he couldn't let go. His other hand held the pirate coin, also gripped tightly. She had made one half-hearted attempt to grab it and the bruise on her cheek ended that attempt. Why he didn't pocket it she didn't know.

Her heart pounded as they approached the enemy vessel. Flashes from the cannon illuminated it in the night. She was completely terrified. These men were not like Vivienne or the pirates she had daydreamed about. They were cruel and the looks and suggestions made had her fear for both her life and person. But, being the daughter of a lord had its advantages. Despite the slight tremble in her hands, the hint of fear in her eye, she managed to keep most of her fear under control. She had learned to hide her emotion many times before. Though in a case like this, it was a bit more difficult due to the type of emotion.

The men led her up into the ship and past other pirates fighting the fort. They marched her to a man who's composure sent an icy fear unlike any she had ever felt before.

"Cap'n. Look what we found. And she had this." The pirate finally released her arm pushing her forward, making her land in a heap at the Captain's feet. He handed over the pirate coin to his leader. Abigail looked up at the man and lifted her chin, fear there but also courage.
The pirate scowled and brushed himself off. "Yeah," he laughed but there was just a hint of fear. Not for the crew but for him personally. His Cap'n was one of the best there was. The pirate would bet him against even the great Charles Vane. But that didn't mean personally, he was free. A pirate made many stops and if someone was out to get ya, they could do it away from your crew. He brushed it aside. "You a'int goin' anywhere but the gallows." He replied. He pretended to tip a hat. "Pleasant dreams. Give me regards to Davy Jones." He laughed and turned away. "Let's take 'er back to the Cap'n. He'll be wantin' a bit of sport."

Abigail pulled tightly and glared at him. "Any harm comes to me and my father will see you all hanging from the highest yardline." There was bravely in her words but also a lot of naivety.

Both men laughed. "And who be your papa, lassy?" The one holding her asked.

Abigail met his luring grin with cold politeness. "Lord Ashe. Commander of the 7th Fleet, lord protectorate and your doom."

Both men laughed. "We got ourselves a lady here. Should be interesting. You'll enjoy our Cap'n" They pulled her toward the stairs but not before the second man, the one who had held Abigail and had taken the gold coin, looked back at Vivienne. "Iffin you get out of 'ere you might want to side with Cap'n Low. Vane is on his way out. Low is the way to go."
Estella was a bit surprised at the comment. True, her brothers could be so frustratingly annoying. But they were mischpache - family. They teased and tortured her endlessly but they had her back if an outsider tried to mess with her. Being the youngest of six, in some ways she had been protected, nurtured. She was her mother's Bubbala - or at least until she left. Thankfully, the arrival at the airship and the mechanic coming down, hid the sadness...and loneliness she felt. Looking back, she would have made the same decision but still... She locked the thoughts and feelings aside, making sure to keep it off her face.

"Ms. Axford," though respectful it was very borderline, almost strained politeness. "I thought something might have happened to you. Did you find your way alright?"

Estella did not like the man. He was arrogant and rude. She easily picked up the condescending remark and insult in the man's words. She wanted to plant her fist in his face but she refrained. The advantage of having five older brothers was she did know how to fight. That brought a small smile to her lips. Yes, she felt she had a good childhood. She was sorry that Rebeca's father didn't seem to have the same feelings - as indicated in the brief statement earlier. Siblings were a blessing - though difficult to handle at times. She couldn't imagine growing an only child.

The mechanic's eyes narrowed seeing Estella. He was obviously NOT pleased to see her. "What are you doing here?" He asked, almost demanding. Seeing the box with the part in her arms he yanked away. "Thank you but your services are no longer needed." He turned almost dismissively. "You probably should go see your father, Ms. Axford." He headed into the ship, the words coming over his shoulder. "You've been gone for quiet some time. He is undoubtedly worried." Not that the man seemed to care.

Estella blew out, keeping herself calm. "Well," she put her thumbs in her pockets in a very unladylike gesture. "He's a pleasant fellow." When dealing with rough circumstances people reacted different ways. Estella was used to rudeness. All her life she had faced prejudice and discrimination - and not all of it was due to how she dressed. Though Denmark was no where near anti-semantic as the rest of Europe there had been more than a fair share of incidents. Not that anyone really knew her ancestry her. Her looks fit her Danish accent and the only thing tying her to her heritage hung on a chain, tucked under her corset. But all those incidents had just taught her to laugh it off. Brush it away. There was no point letting someone's hatred or prejudice of you ruin your own outlook on life. So that's what she did. She smiled, the mechanic already being pushed to the back of her mind. She looked at Rebeca. "To answer your question - siblings can be amazing but they can also be horribly annoying." She chuckled lightly.
Whether it was the glint of the gold in the moonlight, the voice of Vivienne or maybe just reality hitting back again, Abigail found herself in a dire situation. Held by two pirates who did not seem to have the best intent, any crying or protests ceased as her face took on the firmness and closedness that would make her family proud. "Unhand me." Her voice held the bearing of her rank.

Both pirates ignored her. One let her arm go and walked toward the prison cell. He chuckled at the irony. "My, my. Vivienne." He smirked. "Does Captain Vane know you're here?" He asked.

The other man laughed as well, though his grip on both the gold piece and Abigail's arm did not loosen. Abigail tried to yank the piece away which brought his attention back to her. He hit her across the face and yanked the chain off her neck. It broke but not before digging slightly into her skin. To her credit, Abigail barely uttered a cry of pain, instead letting herself remain completely calm. She had the feeling that if she showed any fear it would be the end of her. As it was, her life and virtue was in jeopardy. Her chin lifted, as she fought to be brave, though the hints of fear was evident in the tremors in her hand and in her eyes. She wished she was as brave as Vivienne. Laughing in the face of death. Casually bantering while guns had been pointed at her. But she wasn't.

"What's your interest in the lass?" The first pirate mocked. "Want the gold piece for yeself?" He laughed. His smile faded.

Either because she didn't hear or because she didn't care, Abigail didn't move. She stayed by her cousin even as rowboats from the pirate ship landed in the port. Even as Will Turner fought off pirates in the street. She wasn't bitter at those who did this. At the moment it hadn't even crossed her mind that someone was responsible. She just felt empty. Dazed even. Part of her didn't - couldn't accept the fact Elizabeth was dead. "Come on, Elizabeth." She whispered pushing some of her cousin's hair out of her face.

Death does strange things to people. The stunning blow of shock followed by denial. Some people wail, others are stoic - almost hardened. For some the realization that it is not a cruel joke but a grim reality doesn't come for several weeks. Even holding her dead cousin's body, the evidence of death in front of her eyes, Abigail's brain couldn't wrap around it. This was a dream. She would wake up and find Elizabeth alive and well. They'd laugh together about her crazy nightmare. "Please," she whispered.

She glanced up at the roof of the ceiling. Her eyes searched almost as if begging heaven to answer the question all people asked when a loved one died: Why? Why did this happen? How could it happen?

Will fought on the streets. The pirate with the massive ball and chain was a bit difficult. A weapon like that had advantages and disadvantages. If used properly it could be a very powerful assault weapon. But if not, it can be more of a hindrance. In this case, it was a bit of both. Will dodged it as he pressed the pirate. However, he was cheated out of his victory as the heavy sign came down taking out the pirate. Will scowled. Could he not have just ONE victory? First his slob of a master knocks out the female pirate and now a sign. It was as if the universe was laughing at him.

He didn't get much time to consider as a passing pirate smacked him upside the head with a bottle, sending him into oblivion.

The pirates had made it all the way to the Governor's mansion. He wasn't there of course. Safely in the fort, Governor Swan had been called to discuss some business and now sat there anxiously worrying about his daughter and niece.

The fort had been caught unaware but they were quickly fighting back. Soldiers poured onto the streets to fight the pirates off. Cannon fire returned at the ship. Commodore Norrington walked along the men giving them orders and courage.

The prison was a strange place for a couple pirates to wonder into but nonetheless two did. Abigail didn't know how long she was sitting there when they entered. She didn't even look up.

"Well, well, well." One of the pirates said taking in the scene. The two moved forward and grabbed the young girl with not the best intent. Neither seemed to notice Vivienne yet.

Though seemingly empty, Abigail fought as she was pulled away. She didn't really know who it was who had grabbed her nor did she really care. She didn't want to be separated from her cousin.

One pirate saw the thin band around the girl's neck. "'hat do we 'ave 'ere?" He asked pulling it out. Both froze as the moonlight reflected on the rare pirate coin hanging from Abigail's neck.
The blast surprised her. The fact her cousin had her in close was what saved Abigail from most of the shrapnel. Still, pieces of wood and stone cut parts of her skin. The blow threw her away from her cousin and disoriented her for a moment. When she sat up, she saw her cousin lying not moving. "Elisabeth?!" She ran over worry and concern evident. She hunched down beside her cousin, trying to check signs of life. The woman's eyes were open, though lifeless. Elisabeth had died nearly instantly.

Not being able to accept it, Abigail cradled her cousin's head trying to get her to respond. Anything. She didn't wail but her shoulders shook as silent sobs hit her. Tears streaked down her dust covered face. "Please, Elizabeth." Brokenness in her tone. Her cousin couldn't be dead. She just couldn't.

The sounds of cannon fire reverberated through the port. But it was almost as if on another planet for Abigail. "Someone help, please." She cried before attempting to do something, anything for her cousin.

"Elizabeth." The words were quiet and full of pain.

Her cousin had been the world to her. Though oceans apart for a good portion of her life, they had been so close. Sisters almost. Elizabeth had been her confidant, her best friend - the one who was always there for her. The voice of reason and sympathy in the madness of the political arena of her life.

She sat there. Time was nothing to her. Sound almost nonexistent. And as the port fought against the intruder, Abigail's sat there holding her closest friend, sobbed quietly.

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The blast stirred Will. He sat up slightly dazed. What was going on?

"Pirates!"

"We're under attack!"

The shouts brought him fully awake. Jumping up he threw his boots on and quickly armed himself. Pirates. It couldn't be a coincidence. They had undoubtedly had some tie to that woman pirate he had fought earlier. No matter. This just another chance for him. The pirates would rue the day they met Will Turner!
Abigail was a bit surprised. She hadn't said anything to the others about the vessel. First off, they probably wouldn't believe her. There was no reason for a ship to be over there. Elizabeth probably would but then again - when had she seen it? Right before falling several hundred yards into the cove. Yes, not the best backup. She hadn't known it was a pirate ship. In fact, until just now she hadn't even been sure the woman was tied to it. It made sense logically. How else would a pirate get here? You couldn't just sail in on a normal vessel. The fact that no one had even questioned that fact seemed odd to Abigail. She was young but not stupid. Naive yes, but highly intelligent.

She glanced at Elizabeth from the corner of her eye. Her cousin was ready for them to go. She hadn't pressed yet but Abigail knew her well enough to see that she would say something very soon. She glanced back at the pirate. Her eyes searched the older woman's face - despite the slight hardness there she could pick up traces of what she thought to be goodness. She liked to believe the best of people. And her faith that there was good in Vivienne had no doubt.

She wondered if the woman had a plan. Of course she did. She wouldn't be lying her on the eve of death joking. Would she? If the roles were reversed, Abigail wondered how she would be. Would she face death bravely or would she break? One never really knew how they would react in adversity. Some people went their whole lives without finding out. Others at a young age. If her parents had their way, she would never know either. To some that could be bliss. Never facing anything to push you out of your comfort zone. Never having to face a trial that made you doubt the existence of good itself? To Abigail - she just hoped that her life wouldn't be boring. Monotonous. Without meaning.

"Alright, we should go." Elizabeth moved forward. Her dark eyes flickered over Vivienne disapprovingly as she pulled her younger cousin up.

Abigail wasn't keen on it. "Elizabeth." There was a slight plea in her voice. They couldn't leave the woman her. She might have a plan but Abigail couldn't do nothing.

The older woman had known of it. Ignoring the pirate for a second, she took her cousin by the arms and looked into her eyes. "She's a pirate, Abigail. And despite our games - they are not moral in any way. They will kill, rape, pillage and plunder without a thought. Not everyone can be saved."

Abigail glanced toward Vivienne. Her look was apologetic mixed with worry.
Abigail wondered if there was anything she could do to help. She thought about getting something to care for the wound but she one look at Elizabeth and the question was squashed before asked. The young girl looked back at the pirate. She didn't really know what to say. She had questions but they seemed irrelevant in the light of the matter. Not to mention, some of them wouldn't be something Elizabeth would have approved.

Making a seat on the dirt beneath her, Abigail sank to the floor - with the grace one would expect from someone raised in the social elite. Though, you'd be hard pressed to find anyone else in her social status who would sit on a dirt floor in a prison across from a pirate who could have killed them. Maybe she was foolish. Her eyes moved back up briefly to meet Vivienne's before she looked down again. "I'm sorry they caught you."

From the doorway Elizabeth huffed. She wasn't at all sorry they caught the pirate. In fact, she had a few choice words to say to the pirate as well - after she had Abigail leave. She crossed her arms, her posture expressing her opinion of the matter.

Abigail glanced toward her cousin before lowering her voice slightly. "Was that your ship on the north end of the island?" She whispered. "Would you like someone to give them a message you are here?" She was so naive. She didn't even think of the danger of a young woman going to a pirate ship alone would bring. Her only concern was helping the woman who helped her.
It hadn't been easy but Elizabeth had managed to convince the guards to let them past. In a way, Abigail was very grateful that Elizabeth had come along. She hadn't really thought of how she was going to get into the prison. She had just known she wanted to get in. In some ways, her cousin was right. She had no clue how life was. But being stuck in a house, playing the part of the daughter of a lord wouldn't help her gain the knowledge either. It was frustrating really.

Oh she loved her parents. She adored her father, despite his quiet - almost withdrawn way. She even loved her mother, though it seemed they got into more fights than actual conversations. In a way she missed the ease of being a young girl. No politics. No masquerades. Just loving support.

Maybe that was part of the reason she was here. She was curious. She had always been inquisitive. Always getting into trouble because she was, as her mother put it "too nosey". The pirate woman brought a sense of fascination to her. Not only had the woman saved her life - something Abigail felt showed that the woman had good in her. But, she was a pirate. Abigail had never heard of a female pirate. She doubted she'd be able to ask her questions with Elizabeth there. Her cousin was inquisitive and together they had daydreamed about pirates and adventures and such but Elizabeth was a bit more practical. It could be because she was older. There was several years difference between them. Either way, her daydreaming and fantasizing did not translate into any compassion for the woman who nearly killed her beloved younger cousin. Something which Abigail wished her cousin would understand would not have happened.

Walking down the stairs, Abigail felt a bit of shyness hit her as the moment came before her.

"Stay out of her reach." Elisabeth whispered loudly in Abigail's reach. "And don't do anything stupid." She gave her cousin a smile, taking some of the sting out of her words. She did want what was best for Abigail.

Abigail gave a short nod and then walked forward. "H.Hello." She felt silly at her nervousness. The woman didn't look that much different from last they met. Though there was a slight bandage on her leg. "You're injured." Concern showed in both her face and tone as she moved forward. "Are you alright?" What a stupid question to ask. She felt foolish as soon as she said it. Of course the woman wasn't alright. She had obviously been injured and would be hanging tomorrow.
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