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 Posted: Tue Apr 08, 2014 11:27 pm
The Flying Dutchman sailed on the open water. It was nearing that time when her father could go ashore for a day. Her mother and siblings were asleep in their quarters. Nereida was restless.. Restless as the sea during a storm. There was no storm though. Hardly a cloud in sight.
She walked the decks of the glorious ship, lost in thought. This was home... This was where she belonged...or was it? she breathed in the salty ocean air, feeling the wind in her mane as she closed her eyes. Something was stirring to life and she didn't know what it was.... A pull....
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Posted: Wed Apr 09, 2014 12:00 am
Setting the map of the island, Davy Jones never bothered himself believing in silly customs like spitting over the shoulder for luck. But he had one, after meeting the Goddess of the Sea, kept close to his coat long and true. He had a small bag of glass tossed and tumbled by the sea, he always kept close to him for luck of the ship. Stepping away from the chest, he heard a clink far from he. It was his pouch, somehow it went from his coat to the keyboard of the organ.
"...Something is coming...."
He went out on the deck, scanning the skies. No clouds and the winds playing lightly on the sails.
" Why ye winds trying to turn the sails around like a child's toy? The lines need to be untangled again...."
He muttered to himself as he looked at the horizon.
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Posted: Wed Apr 09, 2014 12:35 am
Opening her eyes, Nereida turned to her father.
"The sea itself is calm."
She walked to the first line to be untangled and started to untangle them, needing something to occupy her mind.
"Something is happening..."
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Posted: Wed Apr 09, 2014 12:51 am
"Aye, and its coming.....best we sail for safer ports till this strange air dies down...It comes not from the sea...."
Davy Jones growls loudly, ordering two crewmen to help untangle the lines. Whatever was happening, he can feel it changing the air.
"..Better not be the gods, I had my fill of their games.
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Posted: Wed Apr 09, 2014 12:56 am
"It doesn't feel like gods' play..."
She turned towards the shoreline. "Rather... from that way." She pointed with the end of an untangled rope. They were still miles from shore yet she still felt it.
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Posted: Wed Apr 09, 2014 1:09 am
"What does ye say, sail in that direction to see what is brewing or sail toward a safer port?"
Davy Jones couldn't tell what was happening good or dangerous for his family and crew. All he could tell that it was going on now, whenever he liked it or not.
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Posted: Wed Apr 09, 2014 1:19 am
"It's a tough choice. Everyone should be kept safe but it feels like something's pulling me in that direction. And the next safest harbor is farther away."
She left the ropes to thew crewmen to finish untangling. She came closer to her father yet she couldn't tear her gaze away from the horizon that held a shoreline.
"Besides... it's been years since you've set foot on land. We can hope everyone else stays aboard and go check out whatever it is."
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Posted: Wed Apr 09, 2014 1:28 am
"If this is ye's choice......aye then we sail a bit closer to see where on the shore is safe to step....don't want those cannibals again."
Davy motioned to the navigator to take the helm, to guide them closer to horizon.
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Posted: Wed Apr 09, 2014 8:10 am
She smiled at him. "Better to find out what it is than to leave it alone. Besides, it's my job to protect the seas."
As the ship got closer, so did the pull she felt that created the restless feeling. she fidgeted aboard, waiting and wishing the sea would carry them faster. Eventually she would get her wish.
The harbor came into view. The normal sounds of a harbor filled the air, the seagulls cried out as a few pestered each other. Voices from the harborers chattered about, some yelling at others to get ships ready, where crates went, women fussing over children to stay close to them. Little did they know who was pulling into their harbor.
She instructed one of the crewmen to ready a boat. The Flying Dutchman would never fit in one of the ports themselves, much to her disappointment. She loved seeing people's reactions to the massive ship's arrival.
With a readied boat, she climbed into it, looking at her father with a smile onher face. "Coming, father?"
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Posted: Fri Apr 11, 2014 7:54 pm
"Aye.......better not be Sparrow with his mischief..."
Davy stepped into the boat, bring a small pouch along. In it was a amulet that helped disguise his appearance to what they were before. He wore it sometimes although he knew his family didn't care. He didn't want to have another experience with a crazed priest chasing them.
The boat casted off from the ship, he took the amulet out and wore it around his neck.
"Best we lay low.....these airs feel strange..."
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Posted: Fri Apr 11, 2014 8:47 pm
"We'll lay low."
The air was strange...Even stranger that her father felt it too. She rowed them to shore and she cast the anchor line around a stump and climbed out. She looked around the busy port, taking everything in.
"Any idea where to go first?"
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