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Captain Emerald Storm (shatteredheart) wrote in fate__rpg,
@ 2008-04-06 23:52:00

Current mood:	curious
Entry tags:	emerald storm, karen davis

Coming across actual people... hopefully they're people!
WHO: Captain Emerald Storm, and OPEN to any Tallies [Perhaps those whom haven’t interacted with anyone yet?]
WHERE: Near the Tallies Camp
WHEN: Saturday- September 25, 2004: A little after twelve-noon

The first night had gone rather well; Emerald found a good place on the beach to stop and make camp for the night. Wasn’t any sign of The Lorrayna Phoenix, but that’d she expected. She’d started a fire, which had involved her going in to gather wood. Since the way jack hadn’t wanted to leave the beach, she had him wait in the safety of the sand for her to return. While finding wood she also hunted for something to eat, a small animal. Which was plenty enough for the two. She skinned and cooked it which, she wasn’t exactly sure, but thought she’d gotten odd looks from the other pirate captain. She guessed it wasn’t really something most pirates knew how to do with any real skill. Then the evening finished with the sharing of tales, it was without any rum which was annoying but Emerald dealt. Better than Jack it’d seemed, and then Emerald had fallen asleep.

When she awoke and glanced around she found no sign of a sleeping Captain Sparrow. Upon further investigation she couldn’t find him anywhere in the immediate area. No viewable foot prints in the sand leading away, nothing. Also she had all her belongs, jewelry, nothing missing. So, if he’d decide to disappear on her he took nothing. Which was odd, her knife or sword was useful, and well he was a pirate so any number of tings she’d had could have been snatch just because. The fur and bits that she’d salvaged and cleaned off the animal were still lying near to the cold fire. This confused her immensely, because unless he covered his tracks then he just disappeared out of thin area, which was near to imposable. It had a slight chance, but then not really. And why would he leave?? He didn’t want to be alone on the island?

Despite her confusion she gathered her things and continued on her search of the coast line, wandering a bit into the jungle as she needed to fine things. Making use of everything she came across that she could fine need of. Since she figured she’d be here for a while, though she was also starting to think she wasn’t even in any place real. Maybe she’d drowned in the storm. Would explain the image of Sparrow, since was no sense that he was any hallucination. Not him… which lead her into thinking maybe he had been a ghost of some sort. Finally bet his match, died in the storm when his ship was ripped apart. That was a bit more believable to her than anything else. Her people had stories of such things happening.

Three days later and she was still alone, she’d made it quite some distance. Although since she was alone she’d taken her time; didn’t see any reason for hurrying herself along. She’d also gathered some various objects, which she’d made a makeshift sack for to carry things in. She was about to settle into the sand to sit, and rest for a little bit when she was almost positive she saw something in the distance. Although she wasn’t close enough to see exactly. So, setting down the sack, she pulled out her spyglass and took a closer look.

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seeingfaces
2008-04-07 03:19 am UTC (link)

The first night had been hell for her, a mix of digging herself from wreckage and looking for people who were hurt. It was so hard to see in the night and she knew every moment counted. How had she come to that? She'd been trying to get away from her problems. She ought to have know that would just start new ones for her. Dawn came too fast once she'd passed out, she was bleeding, and as soon as she found some First Aid supplies in the wreck (sadly not enough to help all the people she knew had been on that plane, she took care of it and moved on. It was eerily quiet most of the time, and she didn't have much strength for the first day and second night to go look for much of anyone.

The third day she felt better rested and found some Hugs drinks. Not the best source of nutrients but definitely something that would sustain her better than nothing. Food wasn't turning up and she had a bad feeling she'd have to hunt it. She couldn't have been the only one to survive, there had to have at least been one man who'd be willing to do any sort of hunting. So before the sun fell on the third day, she decided to make a trip around the island to find one.

She stayed near to the shore, actually didn't walk too long down the beach. Sometimes, when it was quiet and windy, she thought she heard Kayako's Death Rattle. Sometimes she thought she felt the Saeki's cat between her ankles, and once after thinking it so many times, she'd thrown herself to sit in the sand and sob, tell herself it was ok. It wasn't ok. Three days on that island and no contact with any other life. And then she saw a person as she walked, at least it seemed like a person, she supposed it could be a stump. But the closer she drew, the more sure she was of it. She wanted to smile but her body was weary, but she was too stubborn to lie down and die.

Coming closer to see it was a woman, she decided beggars can't be choosers and waved her arms, moving over more quickly. "Hello? Miss? Are you all right?"?

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shatteredheart
2008-04-07 04:12 am UTC (link)

Emerald spotted the woman through her spyglass and with a slight curious nodded slipped the object back to its place in her belt and headed towards the direction of the girl. “Ello.” She gave as her greeting with a small friendly enough small. “I’m shiny, ‘ides bein’ stranded on this here island. Was startin’ ta think no one else was ‘ere… sides da wanderin’ spirits.” The moment the last bit slipped out her mouth she realized she most likely shouldn’t have said it, unless the woman was also a spirit though if she didn’t realize it. Well then, not really the thing to greet any individual on. “Ahh, Sorry… just been a few days.” Then glancing curiously at Karen, “Are you alright? Ya, look like ya been through hell n’ back. Excuse me for sayin’… ummm are ya hurt?”

Emerald stood at 5’10’ off the ground with long jet black hair, to about her mid back; in her hair seems to be feathers and beads; some of which are made of various colored gem stones, bone, and wood all of which were carved into beads especially, all of which are braided into parts of her hair. Emerald has big blue piercing eyes, which sometimes almost seem hypnotically. Her eye brow is pierced; she has a simple straight earring in it, which has a very small diamond at the end of it. She’s wearing tight brown leather trousers. Knee high boots, which have a bit of a lifted heel of about four inches. Sticking out of her right boot is the hilt of her knife; it seems to be carved out of bone with an engraving of a wolf howling at a moon, the Moon being a small studded Diamond. Imbedded into the very top is also another large Diamond. She’s wearing a brown leather corset with a white puff sleeve shirt made of silk beneath it. A large belt with a scabbard hanging off of it; resting in it is her cutlass that was specially designed for the woman, just like the knife.

The basket hilt is made of pure gold in a twinning design embedded into it are flawless Rubies; Not that it could be seen but the blade it’s self is also made of gold. Unlike your average cutlass her blade was crafted with little groves into its straight edge. You’d be surprised at all the uses the simple modification gives her. Stuck in her belt had been her spyglass, which like her weapons, is also of a fine expensive quality. Two battling ships engraved into the object. Next to it is her flintlock; again not lacking in style, although it’s basically useless with no powder or shot at the current moment. On her fingers are various rings, all which are made of silver and gold, with again, different sorts of gems. She’s wearing earrings studded along both ears, bracelets that wrap around her wrists, and nestled upon her neck a simple leather braided strap which hangs low enough into her shirt; whatever hangs from it is unseen.

Clearly the woman was out of place, and defiantly not somebody that would have been seen on the plane; especially with her blades, and antique styled gun. She had what appeared to be a small bag, or sack of some sort being carried. It appeared to be made out of short haired animal furs, or perhaps just some sort of material that was suppose to appear as that of real fur; although really Emerald had made it out of the cleaned animal skins that she’d taken from the small game that she hunted the first two days. It’d given her something to do, and she’d needed it to carry the other odd variety of things she’d picked up along the way. “Names, Emerald Storm. Captain Storm actually.”

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seeingfaces
2008-04-07 04:39 am UTC (link)

"Hello," Karen repeated breathlessly, thankful to have found another living soul. "I'm, yes, I'm fine." Well, sort of. She hand moved over her shoulder where she had bandaged it. "It's just a scratch, it isn't infected I. . ." She could tell there was no way this woman had been on the plane and through deciphering her accent, she was almost confused, her face betrayed that. "I. . .oh. I was on a plane, two. .three days ago, it crashed," in saying that she turned back and pointed before looking at the dark haired woman again. "And I haven't found anyone else. ."

Karen studied her a moment, sort of zoning out from her train of thought. Karen herself stood drastically shorter than her at 5'3". Her hair was frosted and highlighted, but under that a natural golden blonde, coming to rest in a quick and easy ponytail just below the nape of her neck. Her eyes were the color of green olives, and softened with being so exhausted, and her fair, smooth face was dusted with a couple of scrips and some dirt on her cheeks.

She'd been wearing a t-shirt under a hoodie and jeans when she'd boarded the plane and the hoodie had been reduced to shreds, which she'd partially turned into new bandages in case she'd found other survivors. Her in-flight blanket was what kept her warm at night now, and aside from it and the few things she'd found, she had nothing else with her.

She nodded at the introduction, not extending her hand since Emerald hadn't. She wasn't sure if she was familiar with that custom. "Karen Davis." She replied softly. "A captain? That explains your being here. What sort of captain are you?"

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shatteredheart
2008-04-07 06:22 am UTC (link)

Emerald nodded understanding, although when Karen got to the Plane crashing bit she looking a touched confused. The woman wasn’t entirely sure what she meant by, plane. It didn’t sound like a name of a ship, and as she went over it in her head didn’t sound like a type of ship, or boat ether. Then she asked about what sort of captain she was, and her facial expression changed, a sly smirk coming to her lips. “We on occasion trade with Merchants on land n’ out at sea, also we acquire salvage in which we make use of, or sell. My ship is The Lorrayna Phoenix, she’s mighty large. Ya haven’t seen her linin’ the coast have ya? It’s a little awkward ta admit, but I ahh… ain’t sure of her location. Was in a storm, n’ then found myself washed ta shore.” She nodded a bit, explaining.

It was bothering her more than a bit, so she added “May I ask what’d exactly ya be meanin’ by plane? Is it a sorta boat, or is that the name of ya transport, ya ship ya’ll was on?” She’d by all means help the woman look for others. Although she did make notice of her odd manner of dress, it was plan, but the material her pants were made out of were odd to the woman. “I can help ya look for others if ya’d like? Maybe together we’d have more luck’n ya did alone?”

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