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Aug. 7th, 2006 10:50 amThe deck of the Black Pearl is full of activity as the crew hastens about, making ready to set sail. Whether hauling lines or hoisting sails, securing the longboats or tying down nets, everyone has work to do and is busily seeing to it.
Everyone, that is, save Will Turner, who is still lying unconscious on the deck.
Everyone, that is, save Will Turner, who is still lying unconscious on the deck.
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Date: 2006-08-18 12:54 pm (UTC)"There’s no boats."
Everything else is forgotten, and she gestures impatiently at the crushed longboat nearby, frowning.
They will just have to find some other away.
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Date: 2006-08-18 01:07 pm (UTC)That other way presents itself in the form of a single, miraculously unharmed cask of gunpowder, and Will gets a plan.
That doesn't involve swords. He feels he's growing as a person.
"Pull the grates!" He yells sharply, striding across the deck to get everyone's attention. "Get all the gunpowder onto a net in the cargo hold!"
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Date: 2006-08-18 01:09 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-08-18 01:10 pm (UTC)"Whatever you do, don't miss."
He trusts her.
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Date: 2006-08-18 01:19 pm (UTC)She nods, curling her fingers around the musket.
"As soon as you're clear," she agrees, not willing to budge on that point.
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Date: 2006-08-18 01:33 pm (UTC)They pull up the grates on both the main deck and gundeck, tossing barrels of gunpowder into the cargo hold where others await with the net.
The task doesn't take as long as it should.
One of the pirates recently acquired in Tortuga looks up at Gibbs and spreads his hands wide.
"We are short-stocked on gunpowder! Six barrels!"
Bet he gives an ass rat's now.
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Date: 2006-08-18 07:28 pm (UTC)"There’s only half a dozen kegs of powder!"
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Date: 2006-08-19 09:28 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-08-20 09:22 am (UTC)They look to Gibbs, stricken but in thought. And he knows that rum will do you no good if you are too dead to drink it.
"Aye, the rum too!"