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Date Posted: 11:37:53 05/13/06 Sat
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Salty Bob
's message, "Re: The Pigeon" on 09:55:45 05/09/06 Tue
::She was about to lean over and flirt with one of the near by men at the bar, Sam, or whatever. Hoping to lure him around to her other side so that he might block Ben’s view of her, but then, another distraction. The sound of a pistol shot. Jaden took that opportunity to duck down, and take about six steps towards the back. As in all rowdy taverns, the utter silence that followed a discharge of weapons lasted only about 10 beats in a sea shanty, and then the sounds of muttering swelled once more, as all looked about for the answers to who, where, and by whom? In this ruckus, the dark eyed Spaniard weaved through the crowd unnoticed, and the flash of a precision strike needed only once to clear the path to behind the one who had been in the company of his Captain most of the evening. Del Toro was positioned directly behind “Ben” just as Morley slammed his pistol onto the counter. As the bar grew silent once more and all eyes seemed on her, she stood and saw what they were really staring at. Her escape route was blocked:: Morley ::growled, her eyes narrowed, and then she was being yanked half way across the bar. Hot headed though the Smythe’s might be, her time spent with thieves had taught her that patience sometimes was a better way. Before any damning words could escape her lips, she caught his play of words and realized, the good Captain, Governer, whatever title Morley was claiming that day, had given her a way out, and a way back. She locked eyes with him, for a split second, then found herself sailing across the tavern, to crash into a chair, and lay stunned, for one moment on the floor::
::Del Toro gritted his teeth, he experienced a moment of indecision, which was the only thing that extended Ben’s life, for however many more pitiful minutes it might last. The man of blades, shifted his grip on the dagger that had slid from his sleeve, from the stabbing position to a throwing one, taking aim for the one roughing up his Captain. When Jaden was thrown clear, the man’s eyes turned to Ben and Del Toro stepped back into the shadows.::
::The slip of a woman glared, and shrugged off the hands that moved to help her up. She picked herself up from the floor and gave an indignant toss her hair:: Ah won’t ferget dis Morley! ::an accusing finger aimed at Robert, the other hand on her hip:: An ye ken rest assured me sistah JADEN’ll be ‘earin about yer treatment o’vistors to dis place ::Just then, a pack of big shouldered, burly sailors pushed through the front door and “Kellen” took a few steps back to stand at the lead of this pack:: Ye ain’t seen de last o’me, Morley! ::growled and huffed as the fake Kellen gave orders for her crew to return to the “Zephyr”, well known as the name of the real Kellen’s ship:: We’s setting sail straightaway. ::One last narrowing of the eyes at Ben for good measure, catching his glance, the sassy pink lips would turn upwards into a smirk and she would salute him with her middle finger before whirling about and swaggering towards the door::
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