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Post by Admin on Aug 15, 2009 20:32:17 GMT -4
Si usted se atreve a entrar aquí
Una plaga con caída apon usted
Los muertos se elevarán para tomar su alma La Isla de los Muertos, otherwise known as The Island of the dead is known to have a curse! Translated curse above...
]f you dare to enter here
A plague with fall apon you
The dead will rise to take your soul |
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Post by Amadeus Corderro on Aug 17, 2009 21:33:58 GMT -4
Continued from TheNoctus:
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Amadeus lifted his head from the sand. He felt lightheaded and suddenly realized the girl beside him. She seemed lifeless at the moment, and he remembered her serious injury. He'd have to treat it while she was unconsious or she may not let him an inch near her.
He carefully picked her up and brought them both closer to the land than the water. He hadn't recognised the island. Considering they had just wound up there, nearly facing death, and the fact that it was now dark, was a key reason to the obliviousness.
He managed to start a small fire and laid her close enough for the warmth to reach her. He needed to treat the wound before it became infected...which meant him having to remove her shirt... What he failed to realize while he was attempting to do so..was that she indeed, was awake.
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Post by Reya on Aug 17, 2009 21:41:26 GMT -4
She meekly pulled her arm out from beneath her body and pushed him away with as much force as she could muster. She turned her head, making sure not to get the grainy sand in her mouth.
"The hell... do you think you're doing?" She put her arms beneath her and tried to push herself up, but failed miserably.
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Post by Amadeus Corderro on Aug 17, 2009 21:47:08 GMT -4
He smirked as the many possible answers but the right one plagued his mind. But at the moment, teasing her was not an option in her condition. He would admit, that he wasn't heartless...at times at least. She needed his help, and at the moment, was incapable of helping herself.
He sat himself up again. "Just remove your upper-half of clothing..before you bleed to death." he replied
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Post by Reya on Aug 17, 2009 22:08:26 GMT -4
Her eyes widdened.
"WHAT?" She nearly screamed. She once again tried to get up and succeeded this time, due to her sudden need to escape. She put enough force into her frantic moves that she could bove backwards using her hands and feet to propell her away from the man. "Stay the hell away from me! First you harrass me, then you try to hold me hostage, then you attack my ship, then you accomplish holding me hostage, then you kidnap me, and now you want my to take my shirt off!! I don't think so! I don't even know who you are!" She ranted, ignoring the sharp pain in her back.
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Post by Amadeus Corderro on Aug 17, 2009 22:13:05 GMT -4
He sighed. It was obvious she was going to react this way. What woman wouldn't? But he had hoped that she had still been unconsious. "Amadeus." he said pertaining to her comment on not knowing his identity. Though he left out his last name, seeing it not important to include.
"I realize that this seems akward. But unless you wish to die now, I suggest you remove your shirt. And I swear on captain's honor, that if I do anything inappropriate to you, you can do with me what you wish. Deal?"
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Post by Reya on Aug 17, 2009 22:25:15 GMT -4
She took in a deep breath, thinking, but only to have her thoughts interrupted by sharp pain in her back. She growled. Reya wasn't the kind of person to give in to people's wishes, nor was she found accepting help from anyone on a daily basis. But here she was, against her usual character, accepting help from a man who would normaly try to kill her.
"Fine." She turned around so her back was facing him and untied the first layer of clothing, removed it, and proceeded to peel away the thinner white shirt that stuck to her wet skin. Once it was removed, she tossed it aside, sat up straight, and crossed her arms accross her chest. She looked over her shoulder, blushing slightly with embarrassment. "Just hurry up."
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Post by Amadeus Corderro on Aug 17, 2009 22:40:54 GMT -4
He noticed her blush, and wanted so much at the moment to tease her to no end. But he wanted to hurry and get her bandaged. He tore off a piece of his shirt and moved up to her so he was closer. As much as he wanted to stare at her, he realized that he was under a deal.
He carefully wrapped the cloth around the wound.
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Post by Reya on Aug 17, 2009 22:59:56 GMT -4
She kept her face away from him and hidden in the shadows created by the small fire. She was becoming more flustered with every passing moment, resulting in her face changing shades of pink. She was uncomfortable, embarrassed, and not to mention angry. She was angry at herself, and Amadeus for getting them stuck in the situation they were in.
She wanted to punch him in the face when his hands came around her waist to tie the peice of cloth.
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Post by Amadeus Corderro on Aug 18, 2009 11:09:40 GMT -4
He finished tying the bandage around and moved over by the fire, where he removed his own shirt and things weighing him down, such as his gun holster-the gun now being completely useless with wet gun powder- and his boots which were now filled with water.
He squeezed his hair a bit to get the water out, which was dificult seeing as his hair was long reaching down his back. It was at times a nuisence to keep it so long. But then again, it wasn't like he could go into a barbershop all the time. He didn't alwayd mind it though. He looked back at her who never turned around after he bandaged her. "If you don't face the fire, you'll catch something. Or, there are always other things we can do to warm up~" he teased and looked around his surroundings.
Out of all the island stories he'd heard on his long journies before, this island seemed to fit one that he never liked at all. "We need to find a way off this island."
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Post by Reya on Aug 18, 2009 22:23:17 GMT -4
She looked over her shoulder again and gave him a glare, her cheeks still tinted with pink.
"No, ya think?" She quickly grabbed the white shirt and looked at it, her back still facing Amadeus. Her face went from pale to red again as she realized that the shirt wouldn't cover anything while it was wet. She might as well go waltz around with no shirt on. She gave a quiet groan and put the shirt on, then quickly tied her other layer back on as well. She looked down at herself and gave another little cry before she flipped over on her stomach and crawled over to the other side of the fire, making sure to keep herself pressed against the sand. There, she shot him another glare.
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Post by Amadeus Corderro on Aug 19, 2009 14:13:51 GMT -4
He laughed inwardley at her actions and suddenly noticed a thick fog forming around the island. It was reaching shore quickly and soon the ocean couldn't be seen. The fog was reaching shore quickly and soon not even the shore would be able to be seen. They'd have to move deeper into the forest.
This fog was no ordinary fog either. It'd be dangerous to be caught in it. He stood up and grabbed her whether she was decent or not, and moved deeper into the forests.
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Post by Captain Christopher Dragon on Aug 19, 2009 15:09:10 GMT -4
The island, of course, could only be found by those who knew where they were it was. The graveyard of wrecked ships stoned trechorous, but not for someone who knew where they were going. The crew was silent, as they always were heading through the fog. the deathly fog that portrayed none other than the aroma of death.
"Hoist the bay wards," ordered Chris, the island itself was only a dark slither, "Red anchor."
As she and a few bit of the fine crew boarded the tiny vessel, they quietly yet stealthly made their way to the island.
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Post by Davy Jones on Aug 19, 2009 15:16:10 GMT -4
Davy Jones looked at the island, the dutchmen having just surfaced. He knew that woman pirate was there, he had a bone to pick with her. As she went to the island, he grew his ship neaer and nearer still. Yet never having the oppurtunity to catch her.
He smirked to himself. He was a patient man. He'd wait.
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Post by Amadeus Corderro on Aug 19, 2009 15:17:06 GMT -4
He swore he heard voices. They sounded like the voices of normal people. But this island could easily trick you if you weren't careful. All that was left on the shore was a small fire that was now dying down. He could turn back and check but first he found what seemed to be a small cave like structure."This will do for now." he said wondering if Reya was even contious or not. He then went to see if he could find the source of the noise.
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