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The Faithful BrideThe Faithful Bride by green-eyed-reptile
As with many things seen from a distance (particularly buildings though), The Faithful Bride Inn was much bigger up close, and was nearly bursting at the seams with patrons, just as bad if not worse than the place he ran away from. Stowed away from to be specific. He pushed open the heavy wooden door, the ting! of the little door-bell lost in the tsunami of chattering, raucous cackles of both men and women, shouts for refills, and the occasional snatch of song, which was sometimes joined by the group at the table of the inspired singer, or the little, lone voice sang on it’s own a few bars, then faded away. Jack looked around trying to find an empty table, and gave up after two good scans of the room. And, if it’s this full down here, he thought, there’s probably no hope of getting a room for the night. To tell the truth, he was relieved that there was no place for him here. It was just another way to tie himself do
A Dark and Stormy NightLightening and thunder continued their endless debate across the night sky. Spidery white cracks zigzagged across the dark firmament, illuminating it into a surreal bastardization of day. The ramshackle buildings, the beach, all eight fishing boats and one merchant ship in the harbour, as well as the small group of sailors employed on aforementioned merchant ship all were clothed in the neon purple light for an instant. It had scarcely faded before an ear-splitting crash of thunder caused some of the men to flinch and all of them to curse.A Dark and Stormy Night by green-eyed-reptile
A typical night on the island of Tortuga, the year of grace 17- , when sailors have found a stowaway aboard and are making their way to the nearest magistrate in the middle of a storm.
One burly, bearded rogue, who appeared to be the leader of the bunch, hammered rudely on the door of the office of the honourable Judge Daniel Webster Esq. His honour was somewhat of a prodigy of law at the tender age of sixteen winters, but now over two score years la
Phoenix On The RiseThe cradle had served as a place of birth, as a place of death, a place of sorrow, torment and, finally, destiny.Phoenix On The Rise by danglingdingle
Fates intertwined into creation through discombobulation, an occurrence having followed an event following a vignette on a predetermined path to come to this.
A moment of uncertainty, a sharp conflagration of desperate hope flaring with a wisp of smoke of the impossibly burning cinnamon, as the biblical parting of the seas reveal purple-red, and fire that has not been doused even with the crushing depths of the seas.
Here, from the ashen waters, a strange phoenix has risen.
The Lie Was Not a Lie 1The Lie Was Not a Lie 1 by DemiFitzherbert
Chapter One Important News
Jack was in Tortuga, walking down the streets until he noticed a familiar face walk up to him. She obviously had something important on her mind. Jack didn't know whether to stay or to run. He reluctantly decided to stay, he hasn't seen the woman in years anyways.
"Jack, what I said on the island, when you left me, was true." she spoke the truth. She was standing tall she wanted something. Jack looked at Angelica, he was a bit confused.
"What, that you loved me?"
"No, that I.. we have a child." she sighed. Jack didn't think she was serious, yet he was trying to doubt himself.
"No, can't be mine then."
"It is yours, Jack!" she was getting frustrated she knew this would happen. Jack still with a lot of doubt replied,
"Angelica, it can't be mine.. I don't remember us ever.."
"You were drunk!" they had been over this before and it was really starting to irritate her.
"I was never, nor will I ever be that drunk." Jack replied, just as he did every other
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