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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 wasn't sure exactly what she'd find here. What Vivienne would say. She hadn't expected the prison to be this bad. She had never been down here before and even know was a bit afraid of getting caught. But that didn't stop her from remaining. At the woman's question, Abigail winced slightly. Another reminder that the person who saved her life would end up dead because of her. If she hadn't fallen in the woman probably wouldn't have been noticed by the Commodore and in turn wouldn't have had to run.

Abigail wondered how she did manage to get captured. She had a head start and had seemed clever enough to get away. She also hadn't appeared worried when Abigail had given her a spot to hide too. Which meant, she had a plan. Or had. Somehow it backfired. Unless this was part of it. If it was, Abigail couldn't see how it was helpful.

"I'm sorry you're hear." Her voice was quiet and she moved a lot closer to the bars so Vivienne could hear her without giving away her own presence to the guards. "I wish I could do something but my uncle won't stand to hear of it. He thinks you're a pirate. It doesn't matter if you saved my life." There was a bit of anger in her tone at the injustice of it all. It was unfair and injustice.

Pirate or not, a life for a life. The woman had saved her life - the niece of the governor. That had to have counted for something - right? But no, when she had attempted to explain it, her uncle shut her down. Even Elizabeth - who had listened patiently - told her that there wasn't much that could be done. And that, yes - the woman had saved her - but undoubtedly for ill intent. She had used her as a hostage. And that move right there had made Elizabeth immediately dislike Vivienne.

Abigail could tell, even though her cousin tried to hide it, that Elizabeth did not feel bad that Vivienne was going to hang. In a way, she was almost glad. She too seemed to overlook the fact that Abigail would have drowned.

Something that the young girl could not forget.

"Why did you save me?" She asked curiously. "You could have left me alone and never been accused of being a pirate. You would be free right now." The woman couldn't be a pirate. They were ruthless. Not kind. And definitely not one to risk their neck for another.
Abigail felt like she was smothered the remainder of the day. She was fine but her family didn't think so. Of course, the guilt of taking Elizabeth away from the Commodore was also there. This was Elizabeth's wedding day. She shouldn't have spent a portion of it freaking out for her younger cousin. But the older woman, kindly, had stayed with Abigail for a bit ensuring she was safe before very reluctantly leaving with the Commodore.

Which was alright with Abigail. She loved her cousin and was grateful for the concern but she was fine. And it didn't help that the governor hovered slightly as well. No doubt he was already planning on telling her parents.

Which begged the question - with Elizabeth married now, was she going to stay here in Port Royal or head back? Though Elizabeth probably would have no issues with her staying, the Commodore might not be overly pleased to have his honeymoon cut into by her. Her uncle might let her stay but with Elizabeth tied up it wouldn't be the same. He might just send her back. Especially with a near death experience.

She was not going to like that.

Her thoughts turned to the woman that had saved her. She had managed to hear from one of the servants that they had captured the pirate and locked her away. Abigail had winced at that. She had hoped the woman would have managed to escape. The Commodore was not going to show leniency, in fact, there was a rumor that the woman would be hung first light as an example of swift justice.

Justice. Right. Where was the justice in executing someone who saved her life? For despite whatever markings the woman had or whatever crimes she may have committed, she had saved Abigail's life. And for that the young girl was indebted to her.

Deciding she couldn't stay in her room without at least seeing the woman, Abigail snuck out her window, grateful that the governor never realized that the tree there was a great way to get up and down. OF course, he probably never figured them to sneak out as the dresses they usually wore would have made it impossible. And it probably was except Abigail was stubborn and she and Elizabeth had figured out how to do it. OF course, it helped not wearing the exuberant outfit. What she slipped into was modest - a servant's dress really. Without the full trappings.

Sneaking into town was the easy part. The jail was a bit more difficult but the guard on duty was not really paying attention (something undoubtedly would get him in big trouble if/when the Commodore found out).

Entering she made her way down into the cells. Her eyes had to get accustomed to the room. For despite it being night outside, there was a full moon and that had helped. Here, there wasn't as much.

Spotting the pirate, Abigail hesitated suddenly questioning why she was here. What was she supposed to say? Guilt gnawed at her slightly as part of the reason the woman had even been captured was because she had stopped and saved Abigail.

That was enough to give her the courage to move forward. Stepping into the light, she spoke softly - almost afraid the guards above would hear her. "Hello." She twisted her hands in front of her a bit nervous.
Will blinked quickly, rubbing at his eyes to get the dirt clear. It was a dirty trick but one he should have expected from a pirate. Not that it mattered. The gun leveled at his head practically ended the duel. Which, though unfair and completely cheating, was something he would expect from someone without honor. His jaw clenched slightly as he stared at the woman waiting for her to fire.

"No."

If his refusal shortened the amount of time she could escape than it would be worth it. She'd get caught and justice would prevail. True, he'd be dead but did it matter? Elizabeth had married someone else. There was no one waiting for him. No one who would truly miss him. His master wouldn't. The town might miss a decent blacksmith but who cared about that? If his life brought the end of a pirate, bringing justice to Elizabeth and her cousin, then he would die willingly. And with dignity.

He lifted his chin, straightening slightly as he waited for the gun to fire.

Nothing.

He was a bit surprised as the woman seemed to decide not to kill him. Was she crazy? She was about to be captured and she had sympathy for him. For him? That made no sense. Still, if she felt like that would change anything she was wrong. But before he could do anything, the glass bottle hit the pirate on the head and she crumbled just as the soldiers broke in.

Will frowned staring down at her and then looking up. His master stood there with a broken rum bottle, a bit dazed, a bit happy with himself. Of course, the soldiers congratulated the man for his 'quick thinking' and capturing the criminal. Both of which disgusted Will. If it hadn't been for him the woman would have been long gone. In fact, if it hadn't been for him, his master would probably be dead or thrown out of the blacksmith shop for his terrible work.

Will watched as they dragged the woman away. Then with a shake of his head he turned. Ignoring his master he pushed out the front door and away from the blacksmith shop, the soldiers, and in the opposite direction of the prison.
She was a bit desperate. Or so he figured as she tried to throw a few things at him to distract him. Will moved quickly and effectively, avoiding the knives thrown at him. Knives he had made.

"Yes," he said as she threw out the question.

He had spent years mastering the craft. Making each one better than before. The sword he completed for the Commodore was his crowning achievement to date. It was the apex of all the swords he had created, each one better than the last. That said, the other swords weren't bad and were well designed and balanced. The ones that were completely off or useless he had destroyed. There was no point keeping something that was worthless around.

You really need to find yourself a girl, love.

Little did the pirate woman know how much that stung. Striking hard, Will had to catch himself from letting his anger show. Thoughts of Elizabeth and how she'd never be his filled his mind. Fueling him. Pushing him.

He stiffened slightly as she locked blades and grabbed his shirt. The taunt was too much. With increased vigor he pushed her hard, striking out, blocking every blow. Using a technique he learned, he managed to de-sword her. Of course, it didn't help she had a pistol.

"That's cheating," he said lifting his head glaring at her, despite having a pistol pointed toward his head.
One more bump as I've added a Coast Guard story.

Will raised an eyebrow and parried another shot. "A lady? You're right, I wouldn't. But you and I both know you probably don't fall under that, now do you?"

He met every strike she did. He realized she was probably baiting him - trying anyway. She wasn't succeeding but at the same time he did get the feeling she was testing him out. Striking out at her, he jammed the sword hard into the wood. He pulled but it was fairly stuck. He attempted to pull it out but only for a moment before seeing that she was going to leave.

Quickly leaving it, he moved forward, yanked a weapon out of the massive forging platform, he quickly moved to block her. He held up the sword and pointed it at her. "You'll find I'm full of surprises," he said refusing to let her go. "And honestly, you're not my dance partner type."

He lunged at her intent to get her off balance. He didn't go too fast. That would be risky and have higher chance of making a mistake. Yet at the same time, he had caught her wince from earlier. He had seen how she slightly favored her one side. She was injured and undoubtedly in pain. The harder he pushed her, the better chance he can capture her alive. For despite everything, all he said, she was still a woman. And though he did plan to kill pirates one day, killing a woman - pirate or not - was not something he really had the stomach for. So instead he'd need to capture her. That in turn required skill, wit, and using her injury against her. All of which he was more than capable of doing.

"I not only make swords," he told her as he continued to press, "but I practice five hours a day with them. That way, when I do meet a pirate I would be able to kill or capture him. Or in your case, her." He smiled.

Will watched as the woman rose. There was just a slight hesitation, a shift from one leg to the other. She was slightly injured. Though seeing any woman injured wasn't something he usually was glad for, she was a criminal and that meant the guards had been able to graze her. Which in turn would make her capture all the more easy - or easier.

"I've never met a pirate before," he said in response to her comment about familiarity. "So there really shouldn't be any familiarity."

He moved slightly to the left, his gaze never leaving her. All those years of studying, all that practice - all of it coming down to his first fight with a real pirate. Woman or not. It was a bit odd but Will wasn't going to dwell on it too long. She was a pirate. She had the look. The manacles indicated she was the same person the guards were looking for and even now her own admission indicated as such.

"I'm a firm believer that a woman should be defended but seeing how you accosted a young woman yourself and seem more than capable of handling yourself, I'll make an exception. You're a pirate and woman or not - you'll face justice for that."

His blade hit hers, the sound of metal hitting metal filling the room. He pressed against her. She was skilled. Undoubtedly she had been in more than one fight and that was in her favor. However, she was also injured. That combined with his strength and his own training would give him the edge.

"I should thank you," he hit her sword again. "I've been eager to take out pirates."

Abigail watched as the woman made her escape. It was amazing. Brilliant. Still, she bit her lip slightly as the muskets went off. Thankfully nothing hit the other woman. She didn't get to watch much more as Elizabeth pulled her away from it.

"I'm fine." Her insistence was ignored, as had been her earlier pleas to let the woman go. That was one disadvantage for being young and female. Nobody seemed to take her seriously.

After Elizabeth ensured she was fine, then her uncle, and finally the Commodore - Abigail found herself whisked off with a safe escort back to the governor's mansion. She glanced over at Elizabeth.

"Sorry I fell off during the wedding. Had you said the vows yet?" She asked. She figured it probably wouldn't be good idea to bring up that they just let Vivienne go. Especially with her uncle across from her.

Still, her mind was slightly distracted as she wondered if the woman made it.

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He should have been back to the blacksmith shop by now. But honestly, Will hadn't been overly eager to head back. His master was probably drunk and the streets had been fairly deserted what with everyone up at the wedding. It gave him some time to think. Time, he probably shouldn't have used as it had just made the whole situation more depressing. The girl he loved was marrying another. It would have never worked but that didn't make the pain any easier. He felt like someone had punched him hard in the gut and then jabbed a knife or two into his heart before leaving him.

And the solitary walk hadn't helped any.

Entering the shop, he glanced over toward the corner. He made a disgusted noise in his throat and shook his head. Sure enough, his master had been drinking and was out drunk. "Right where I left you." He shook his head. He moved forward and then stopped. Looking down at a tool he frowned. "Not where I left you."

He looked up. That's when he saw her. She was very attractive and in her current position, a bit immodest. But that quickly slipped his mind as he saw the shackles, the weapons and realized who she was.

Lightning fast he drew a sword and held it out toward her. "You're the one everyone's talking about," he said. "The one that kidnapped the Governor's niece."

He had picked up the news on his final leg back. He would have gone to check on if Elizabeth and her cousin was ok but he figured they were now. No doubt heavily guarded and his going over there would not be appreciated. Especially as he'd then have to explain why.

But it worked out. Because right here was the woman who had threatened the life of Elizabeth's cousin. And that meant she brought grief and stress to Elizabeth. Something he would not tolerate.
Looking for one possibly two RP partners.

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Facing her uncle and the others, Abigail kept her chin up. She could make out Elizabeth out of the corner of her eye. Her cousin looked extremely worried. It was touching a bit but honestly, she didn't feel like there was any danger. Feeling Vivienne slowly pull her along, moving backwards, she did her best not to trip as that would work against Vivienne.

If she was trying to escape, that would have been ideal. A slight trip backward, use her weight to push back against the woman behind her. She might get nicked but all in all, she'd probably come out alright. But Abigail couldn't - wouldn't - do that. If the woman was captured again, she'd be hanged and that was something Abigail couldn't stomach.

She had seen a few hangings in her time. The daughter of a lord and governor of a province, she had been required to go to a few public executions. Thankfully for her, most of her time was spent in London or here at Port Royal. The former - justice was carried out by others and thus she didn't have to go. The latter, she was spared due to the fact her uncle was a bit more tender toward her and Elizabeth and tried to shield them. Still, the few that she had seen had left her a bit sick. The snapping of the neck, or worse - the death from suffication, where the body twisted and turned trying to get air - even now the thought of it made her have to swallow.

She would not let her rescuer get that fate.

So when she was surprisingly pushed forward and released, Abigail quickly thought on her feet and took the off-balance push and letting it fall into a more clumsy fall that put her in the pash of the soldiers. It wasn't obvious as it happened quickly and no one but her and Vivienne had known how much force had been in that push.

As she was grabbed and handed out of the way, Abigail felt her cousin's arms engulf her in a hug, even as she watched the woman flee.
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