Tonight Pintel was on the beach. He seemed to be on the beach a lot lately, though not usually at night. Maybe it was the moon, reminding him of the curse and all. Whatever the reason, there he was, on the beach, roaming, as he tended to do since he came to the island.

As he walked though, he found himself stumbling over something long, sharp, and ( Read more... )

The project was all but done. The building crew had done a hell of a job and the two story, U shaped boarding house had come together pretty fast once the framing was done and all the hands pitched in. Stu stood back from it on the path, admiring it for a spell. 12 rooms plus a common room for parties and Janie's clases and such. Seemed a long time ( Read more... )

( Cut for Spoilers for POTC3: At World's End )

Pintel sat down by the beach, a foul mood set firmly in place. The clothes box had given him another awful shirt, but he wore it anyway, he was growing accustomed to wearing the loose-fitted, garishly-colored articles of clothing.

But it wasn't his shirt that had put him in a foul mood. No, it was something else. It was the fact that he'd noticed a ( Read more... )

Every once and a while, Ragetti couldn't help but to feel like he was desperately out numbered on the island which appeared to be his latest home. True, it was much friendlier and less troublesome than some places he'd made port in, but the fact still stood that he was in fact the remnant of a place that had long since died in the world his modern ( Read more... )

Delirium had never had a birthday before, she’d celebrated other people’s birthdays but for the endless it was never an important celebration. What was another year in a lifetime of infinities? This was different though; she’d never had a heart beating in her chest, hadn’t felt the fluttering of love in well over ten billion years and she’d never ( Read more... )

It took some time for Jane to decide upon what she herself wanted to eat for breakfast and sat for a very long time in a chair, surrounded by her recipe books as she flipped through them, letting the rumblings and the shakings of her stomach guide her; Lydia's contribution to the meal. Twenty-three weeks into the pregnancy and now it seemed to fly ( Read more... )

It's been a beautiful day and looks to be a clear, breezy night. Perfect weather for a party. The kitchen staff have taken care of most of the refreshments, and the bar is well stocked with what little is available for drinks ( Read more... )

Stephen was in better spirits than the previous week, having made up with Jane, and now he was in the midst of planning a great scientific endeavor: namely, his long-delayed trip to dinosaur territory to investigate the beasts firsthand. After much thought, he had finally decided that the risks were worth the discoveries he might make, and in any ( Read more... )

It was cold. Pintel had felt many degrees of cold in his long life. Winter cold, night cold, and cold water were some to name. But it was strange, now, feeling stone cold and welcoming it, no matter how depressing it was. Ragetti, his best mate, lay facing the wall some inches away, shoulder and chest moving up and down in a rhythmic pattern. ( Read more... )