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His skinny body was still slumped where he had slid down the tree. She thought he'd been moved by the doctor she'd fetched and someone (the doctor?) had closed his good eye. She wondered morbidly if the other empty socket was still open under his patch. He didn't look real in the early hours of the morning. Elizabeth was becoming used to keeping the company of corpses now. This would be the second day in a row. She managed to dismiss James, telling him about Del. He'd seen it as his duty to go and tell her about the death. Elizabeth pondered the woman's response, Ragetti had said she thought of him the way Elizabeth thought of James. He'd meant it dismissively, she knew but loosing a friend, even a friend who came with romantic entanglements you did not want was nothing to be dismissed. It had almost been an accident, Elizabeth considered, one last trick of the island, or the curse, or both. Elizabeth had not even realised it was All Hallows Eve, given the fugue state she'd allowed her life to become of late and if she had she would not have expected this.
She hated the island, or whatever drove it as much, as she hated Davey Jones and Cutler Beckett and was somewhat more helpless against it which was even more frustrating. To have no recourse against it at all as it destroyed lives was maddening. It has spent a day tormenting her with her dead husband's body and it had killed Ragetti and it convinced James it was his fault. To say nothing of it's earlier sins.
James could hardly be blamed for defending himself but Ragetti could not (at least this time) be blamed for the curse. And where had Pintel gone, vanished like the sword but he'd been real not part of the island madness. There was blood on the ground and in it she noticed a small wooden object. The eye, the piece of eight. How could Ragetti be dead when she had seen him free Calypso in his future? Had this changed everything? She picked up the wooden eye cleaned it haphazardly of blood and placed it in his hand, curling his fingers round it before backing away. She'd seen men fall before but this place people seemed to think it was safe, clearly they were wrong. Dinosaurs and mind tricks and returning curses. Elizabeth would rather face the East India Trading Companies armada, Will or no Will.
She leaned against a nearby tree watching light peep through the trees, the island had a church, did it have a graveyard? A noise distracts her from the vigil that was doing no-one any good. Someone was coming.
[ooc: This is your gathering post for Squints/IPD to find Ragetti's body, dated to early hours of Nov 1. You can tag Elizabeth or each other for squintiness. Expect much vagueness from Elizabeth, she's running on no sleep and a very bad day even if she was inclined to be helpful. There is a slated post herewith more details.]
She hated the island, or whatever drove it as much, as she hated Davey Jones and Cutler Beckett and was somewhat more helpless against it which was even more frustrating. To have no recourse against it at all as it destroyed lives was maddening. It has spent a day tormenting her with her dead husband's body and it had killed Ragetti and it convinced James it was his fault. To say nothing of it's earlier sins.
James could hardly be blamed for defending himself but Ragetti could not (at least this time) be blamed for the curse. And where had Pintel gone, vanished like the sword but he'd been real not part of the island madness. There was blood on the ground and in it she noticed a small wooden object. The eye, the piece of eight. How could Ragetti be dead when she had seen him free Calypso in his future? Had this changed everything? She picked up the wooden eye cleaned it haphazardly of blood and placed it in his hand, curling his fingers round it before backing away. She'd seen men fall before but this place people seemed to think it was safe, clearly they were wrong. Dinosaurs and mind tricks and returning curses. Elizabeth would rather face the East India Trading Companies armada, Will or no Will.
She leaned against a nearby tree watching light peep through the trees, the island had a church, did it have a graveyard? A noise distracts her from the vigil that was doing no-one any good. Someone was coming.
[ooc: This is your gathering post for Squints/IPD to find Ragetti's body, dated to early hours of Nov 1. You can tag Elizabeth or each other for squintiness. Expect much vagueness from Elizabeth, she's running on no sleep and a very bad day even if she was inclined to be helpful. There is a slated post herewith more details.]