i have been out of rp for awhile but i miss it terrible. could some one please give me the low down of what has been going on so i might be able to jump back in. thank you all very much.

ps. i am midshipmen jack faber

Norrington sit at his desk, pinching the bridge of his nose and wondering if this damnable day will ever end ( Read more... )

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Groves shifts even closer to Gillette, leaning close but not touching. "I'm sure I could find the stamina to deal with you for days." He grins preditorily and leans back ( Read more... )

Jack walked up to the heavy wooden door to the Commodore's Cabin.
Raising a large fist, he rapped on the door three times, and waited to be let in.

Turning back to glance at Lieutenant Buckland, he joked "I hope I'm not disturbing anything! ha ha ha!",
Before turning back to the door, his face starting to burn.

Archie was walking slightly in front of and to the side of Captain Sparrow, keeping an eye on him in case he tried to pull something. Thankfully, aside from some odd glances from the crew, the walk was uneventful.

As he held the door open for Sparrow to enter, he said, "You must forgive the sparse look."

"But it's not done, you see!" Tom said to his mother, and she tutted, walking past him to stir the huge pot that rested over the fire. He stood in the small kitchen of the farm house the Pullings family had lived in for quite a few generations, as tenants to the local Lord. The Pullings family was fortunate in that they were good at breeding ( Read more... )

Gillette is waiting on tenterhooks to hear if there is anything Sparrow knows to save Groves - he'll take Sparrow's help in a cause like that - when the tense silence inside the cabin is broken by a smart rap at the door ( Read more... )

Buckland moves away from Captain Aubrey, looking around for a likely man to inform him of the Commodore's whereabouts. He steps over to a small group of sailors, and nods.

"Afternoon, gentlemen. Captain Aubrey of the Euryalis," he gestures to Aubrey, "is in urgent need of information from Commodore Norrington. Where might he be found at present?"

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Jack knew that coming unnanounced to the Commodore's cabin would not exactly put him in the best light and would probably make the dear man angry ( Read more... )

"Mind the jars," said Stephen, bending a little in his cabin and moving to sit on his chest. He went on to introduce Landon to his duties, and as he did so he examined the man closely, noting his movements, his answers, and thinking on his temperament. It appeared that Landon was bright enough, but a sailor through and through -- he had adapted ( Read more... )