Someone was leaning against a door, but it was not as heavy set as the entrance doors. A simple glance around the room solved the mystery as I noticed the second door that must have led to the Captains Bunk. Returning to my search, I pulled out several Maps, sifting though…
The hat was horrible Irony, and I might have laughed had I not had a sword rushing towards my neck. Backing away in the nick of time, I swatted my hand at her, slapping her wrist hard enough as a warning sting, but not to bruise or fracture. My first need was to remove the weapon from her hands, and then continue in defense as to not harm her. I could easily tell her that I was Holmes, only I was 99% sure she had never heard my name the night we met.
Pirate with sword, pull left shoulder back as she swipes at chest, quick slap to the arm, then back slap to the chin, throwing her off balance. Grip the swords hilt and pull away, twisting wrist to the point of pressure, but not quite breaking. Recovery: ten seconds. Anger Level: Increased.
Following each step, I soon had the sword in my hands and pointing it towards her.
[stares for a long moment, shaking with anger as she was so easily beaten, and decides to use the mans own game against him, hitting the flat of the sword away with her fore arm and swinging her right fist at his cheek. Making contact, she backed away again, spinning around bakc wards and relieving the man of her sword and moved quickly to sidekick him into the throat]
The first punch had hurt, and I felt warm blood seeping from a fresh wound within my mouth. She had a punch to her, the power I had predicted, and she had come a long way from the tripping woman I had seen on the plank between ships. As her leg came up to hit my throat, I pulled back sharply, grabbing hold of her foot with both hands and swinging my own foot to knock hers out from under her. We both fell, and I crouched over her. In her moments of being Dazed, I pulled away my newest stolen Hat and winked at her, leaving the hat next to the one she had thrown at me before disappearing through the door.
[Remains on the floor, huffing more from anger than lack of breath. She was worked up, she was powerful and could have taken him! Instead she was made a fool of and beaten by… Looks to the two hats side by side and then returns her gaze to the door. She was still furious, and she kicked the hats away, prepared to thoroughly kick his ass on their next meeting]
[Pauses and picks the hats into her hands, looking after the door as it swung shut and bounced once or twice. Such a peculiar man, really… She didn’t know whether to like him or hate him]
Someone was leaning against a door, but it was not as heavy set as the entrance doors. A simple glance around the room solved the mystery as I noticed the second door that must have led to the Captains Bunk. Returning to my search, I pulled out several Maps, sifting though…
The hat was horrible Irony, and I might have laughed had I not had a sword rushing towards my neck. Backing away in the nick of time, I swatted my hand at her, slapping her wrist hard enough as a warning sting, but not to bruise or fracture. My first need was to remove the weapon from her hands, and then continue in defense as to not harm her. I could easily tell her that I was Holmes, only I was 99% sure she had never heard my name the night we met.
Pirate with sword, pull left shoulder back as she swipes at chest, quick slap to the arm, then back slap to the chin, throwing her off balance. Grip the swords hilt and pull away, twisting wrist to the point of pressure, but not quite breaking. Recovery: ten seconds. Anger Level: Increased.
Following each step, I soon had the sword in my hands and pointing it towards her.
[stares for a long moment, shaking with anger as she was so easily beaten, and decides to use the mans own game against him, hitting the flat of the sword away with her fore arm and swinging her right fist at his cheek. Making contact, she backed away again, spinning around bakc wards and relieving the man of her sword and moved quickly to sidekick him into the throat]
As I shuffled through the captains belongings, I heard the door creak.
Someone was leaning against a door, but it was not as heavy set as the entrance doors. A simple glance around the room solved the mystery as I noticed the second door that must have led to the Captains Bunk. Returning to my search, I pulled out several Maps, sifting though them and throwing three to Dastan. These will do! Quick, get back to the Inteceptor, and I’ll show you off with some supplies! I quickly made after him, rushing towards the door.
[Throws self from the door, missing the prince without knowing who it was for his disguise and thus turned on the only remaining intruder. HIsses angrily, pulling her sword and the hat Holmes had lent her the night prior.] Picked the wrong Captain to pilfer! [Tosses the hat at the man, momentarily blinding him and then swings her sowrd towards his throat]
I looked my audience up and down as I tied up the end of my story. Watson had had better ways of telling my man adventures, that showed by the many copies he has sold to the majority of London. Nonetheless, the two seemed to enjoy the tale and smiled as they congratulated me…
And then the love triangle begins, thought I as I excused myself from the crew mates attention and quickly caught up to the prince. His posture was extremely rigid, and he moved with his head continually shifting about. He was doing all he could to avoid the Captain and her newest choice of person. Being aware of his state, I waited until we were put of the line of any sight before I addressed him. This has struck hard, what you need is to relax and understand. If you drink, you will grow angry and possibly kill one or both of them. Follow me.
/He did not want to drink, and he did not want revenge. Perhaps he should be angry, everyone would expect him to be… But he couldn’t find the strength. He was never around, and so Saintly moved on. SHe had every right to, and damn it, the Prince was proud that— She needed better/
/Simply sighs heavily and follows the smaller man/
Soon enough, we were within my little temporary abode, and I swept a large amount of supplies I had gathered from the Crate that served as my table. Sitting on the edge of my bed, I gestured for Dastan to do the same and kicked the smaller crate out for him at the perfect angle so he could sit. Naturally, you are upset. You have lost sleep, although you have not been above deck in days. There had been a period of false hope, in which you began to recover from previous wounds, but then you were hit with the horrible grate of the Captains New Found Love. He, the new lover, was younger, and did not have the restriction you did.
It only occured to me then that I was being horribly honest with the man, and simply telling him everything he must have already gathered. Even if a man is not the most intellectual, it is amazing what power the emotions will have, and how they induce the mind to think deeper and harder. Perhaps I was only deepening his depression, so I sighed and sat back, looking at him and pulling all I could from his posture, his sighs, his eyes and his face. You do not plan to drink away your sorrows, nor return to Persia for your reign. With or without Captain, you still do not want to marry your intended. However an escape is slowly forming in your mind. You do not want to pose as a burden, and you know you are close to Egypt. All you need do is take a boat in the dead of night and flee.
But that is a mere speculation, Prince. What is your plan?
…/He did not know what he would do. He could pass through Egypt, and head north to Europe, perhaps find better work, or live as a normal man. The dreams of adventure had been spent over his recovery time and his days in hell/
I am done… I will find a map and move for Europe.
A map. You do not own one for the Captain generally carries those, I presume. UNlikely I had to Persume, for I knew since he told me he needed to find one. Fortunately, we are close to two other ships. understandably, you won’t want to try and steal a map from these cabins, which will move us to the next one. The Black ship… At the moment, I recalled a young Lady had my hat. It so happens I have business over there. Shall I help you break into the Captains Cabin? After all, you are in no state to act alone…
/HIs voice was weak, his body was weak. Having the other man with him on his short adventure would not prove to be a bad idea…/
Perhaps one last adventure will be worth taking…
Excellent! Get your coat, Dastan, we leave with all haste! For a brief moment, I pictured my Persian accomplice was Watson, and we were heading out on our first case again. That rush of friendship left just as soon as it came and I tried hard to keep that depressed sigh from escaping my lips. Ever since Watson had married his beloved… well, he couldn’t help as often, and it had cost me once or twice, forgetting my revolver or not having someone to watch my back… Nonetheless, I was growing accustumed to being alone.
Still, the companionship of Dastan was a bit of a relief from weeks of Lone work. Careful to avoid the Captain, I led the way up to deck, taking just a glimpse around before hurrying across the deck, a small streek of black coat against the mahogany decks. Without hesitation, I hauled myself onto the plank and made for across the water, turning to ensure Dastan followed.
/He followed the detective onto the Black Pearl, landing softly on the deck despite his heavy heart. The deck of the pearl seemed as lively as the night before, from what he had heard while he was wallowing in his bed. Crew mates were moving around and talking and laughing and dancing and drinking. It seemed to Dastan as if they were in a perfect world, untouched by pain and misery./
/He hated them./
Once on the deck, I noticed that there seemed to bet yet another celebration, though I could not understad why precisly. I was positive it had to do with the fact that a fatal opponent was near, and since there was no way for the crew to prepare… they simply wasted the last of their lives enjoying their time. Most Engaging.
Their drunkeness allowed me to easily slip off hats and scarfs and bandanas, and in one instance a coat. As I picked them up, I tossed a few choice items to my companion, as we forced our way through the crowd and closer to the captains Cabin. I knew the location simply because they were the largest doors on deck and the most decoarted, most likely recently referbished. Slip into these and try not to speak once we’re inside. Do you see the captain? I knew the captain was the twin of Cecelia, so I simply had to look for a similar, male version of the young Lady.
/He caught the clothes, doing as he was told with a rather confused expression. With the mans question, he looked around at the faces and nodded slightly to Barbossa who was caught in the throng of Crew members/ He is not inside… Why are you doing this?
Getting to the door unnoticed was rather easy, and terms only became easier as the door was unlocked. Casually looking back to Dastan, I had actually turned back to scan the crowd and ensure no one was watching me intently or happening to notice me at that precise moment. The Prince was also dressed rather quickly, which surprised and pleased me, and I tilted my hat to shade my eyes as a sign of my approval. Another glance back, another full crowd scan, and then we were inside. There was a candle lit, which meant we did not have much time to search for the Captain would return soon enough he left a candle burning. As I made for the desk, I trifled through the handful of maps and charts, none of them Egypt or north of Egypt. I am helping you… I turned and searched the line of drawers behind the desk, Check the grand table, Dastan… I am helping you now, because if you were to kill, then it would become my issue to hurt you. And if you want to go into hiding, I might be able to help you stay hidden. Keep searching.
/He searched through the charts on the table, surprised Barbossa had several on the world, but little to none on individual countries and continents./ I am not finding anything… /He moved to help he Detective with the many rolls of charts, making the work go faster/ I will change my name, cut my hair, and just start over.
[Stalks closer to the door from the bed room, slowly putting her ear against it and listening in on her intruders, before slowly turning the handle, holding her breath]
I slowly began to make my way for the Board of wood that connected the ships yet again. I had noticed there was another ship to the right, a deep, blood red, but did not have the patience to even try and converse with more painfully obvious fiends. At least with the Captain…
Excuse me” Saintly had caught a glimpse of someone leaving her ship and made to follow. “Wait, please” She called out, too little, too late apparently as she watched the figure fall, and barely caught herself. She held out a hand, not realizing the woman had fallen over someone else, nor did she know the woman to begin with. She held out a hand “Let me help you up”
Oh! [Blushed a bit as Sherlock helped her to her feet and gave him a small nod in his Comment] Thank you sir. [Looks to Saintly] Thank you too. Yer Saintly, then. I saw ye off that day to Egypt. I’m Hectors sister, case you’d forgotten. I was just leavin’ ye a letter in the captains cabin regardin’ a meetin’ about the circumstances… [Looks to Sherlock and gives another shy smile. Had she not been caught falling, she would not have paid the man a second glance. But he had manners, something many crewmen lacked on the ship… THen again, she had the same lack of manners…]
She nodded politely at her with a small smile. “Ah, I should have guessed. Captain Barbossa has spoken highly of you” She smiled again then turned her attention to the man who had seemed to be in the right spot at the right time. Again, she remembered she had things for him, but would not bring it up in the company of another. “Mr. Holmes. I figured you would be off exploring when I did not see you around. She would give him a curious smile, wondering if she should leave the two be.
I had been, and was having a rather dull time until someone worth noticing dropped in. Watson would have laughed slightly at that, and I let a ghost of a smile show at my little joke. It wasn’t meant to be said, it just was. I gave Miss Barbossa a kind nod before starting to the other ship. I was just heading off to bed. After three days without it, I think it’d be healthy to comply with my sleep this time. I gingerly lifted my hat and left it to Miss Barbossa, a silent and clever sign suggesting that we would meet again. If she truly were different from the melancholy of the ship, then she would understand my message perfectly. Stifling a yawn, I gave a nod to both woman and started off towat=rds below decks, my jacket gently swirling in my wake.
Saintly frowned slightly as the man wandered off. She had wanted to talk and figured Cissy might wander off as well. It did not take a genius to notice that hat thing, or maybe it did? It was clever on his part but Saintly was not so simple. “Oh! Mr. Holmes! There is a crate by the helm for you. You asked for medical supplies yesterday, well that has wraps, powders, uh… and some glass vials with stuff like morphine written on them.” She smirked and gestured a hand towards her ship. “The crate is yours”
[Looks at the hat and smiles for a moment, flipping it in her hands before tucking it beneath her arm and moving off to bed]
I slowly began to make my way for the Board of wood that connected the ships yet again. I had noticed there was another ship to the right, a deep, blood red, but did not have the patience to even try and converse with more painfully obvious fiends. At least with the Captain…
Excuse me” Saintly had caught a glimpse of someone leaving her ship and made to follow. “Wait, please” She called out, too little, too late apparently as she watched the figure fall, and barely caught herself. She held out a hand, not realizing the woman had fallen over someone else, nor did she know the woman to begin with. She held out a hand “Let me help you up”
Oh! [Blushed a bit as Sherlock helped her to her feet and gave him a small nod in his Comment] Thank you sir. [Looks to Saintly] Thank you too. Yer Saintly, then. I saw ye off that day to Egypt. I’m Hectors sister, case you’d forgotten. I was just leavin’ ye a letter in the captains cabin regardin’ a meetin’ about the circumstances… [Looks to Sherlock and gives another shy smile. Had she not been caught falling, she would not have paid the man a second glance. But he had manners, something many crewmen lacked on the ship… THen again, she had the same lack of manners…]
