Title: BOUND .
Description: a pre potc roleplay.
Larxene - July 8, 2008 06:50 PM (GMT)
IT`S BEEN SIX WHOLE YEARS .
it's been six years since jack sparrow was made governor
or rumrunner's isle by mutinous first-mate barbossa and
his crew. six years, since he was rescued by the passing
rum transporters who gave him a ride to their next stop,
free of charge, because he was such a supporter, & avid
customer. since then, he has been wandering the ocean
aimlessly, not having a clue as to where his beloved ship
has sailed off to. he has almost become the shell of the
man he once was, his legend quickly falling away in the
changing times. now he has resorted to living in tortuga
for awhile, occassionally getting a ride on a fellow pirate's
ship to get to the places he needs to go rather than stay-
ing in port all of the time. but relying on others is growing
old, and jack himself isn't getting any younger. he is now
driven to find the whereabouts of the black pearl, nomatter
what it takes to get the job done. even if it means sailing
across the seven seas in a lousy, busted up dinghy-boat.
it has been six years since barbossa joined the crew of jack
sparrow and played the part until he could convince him to
cough up the hiding place where his bearings were hidden.
after discovering all of the information he needed, he and
the rest of the crew mutinied, marooning jack on an island
out in the middle of nowhere, thinking he would die from
the heat, or shoot himself and there would be nothing left
to worry about, except to keep track of how much money
they had gathered. but they soon found out that the gold
they had taken from isla de muerta was cursed, causing
them to be immortal and become rotting figures under the
light of the moon. the need to feel mortal again drove the
crew and the captain to insanity, making them seek out any
pieces of aztec gold they had already spent on fleeting items.
having been on the rampage for six years already, only so
many of the gold pieces have been refound; time is growing
thin, and everyone on the black pearl's patience is snapping.
but it's been four years since the small swann family
came over on the british royal navy ship from england to
port royal, in jamaica. along the way, they found a young
boy, named william turner, who had been lying on a piece
of driftwood, which had drifted by the hms ship the rest of
them had been sailing on. after he was brought aboard the
vessel, he was placed in the care of elizabeth and the two
had clicked almost instantly. but as the boy rested and the
girl kept a close watch, she noticed a golden pirate trinket
looped around his neck. she removed it and kept it for her
own, fearing that if anyone found out about her brand new
friend's connection to piracy, he would pay the price with his
life. she figured that she truly had the responsibility to pro-
tect him from anything; even her own kind. now it has been
quite some time since the lot of them arrived at the docks
of port royal, but the secret of william turner II's pirate lines
remains safe with the the swann girl, kept in a compartment
in her sidetable drawer. secrets can only stay hushed for so
long until someone figures it all out, and time is running out.
four more years remain until everyone's lives are bound to
collide. but while they are still tied to their current quests,
what happens in the meantime? the decision is all yours.