<snip> Chuckling triumphantly, Merik motioned to the pilot, and the Hellbringer sailed off into the air. Direlette >watched it silently as it sped away, then she turned and wearily motioned to Amil to set for shore, her black eyes shifting from sailor to her ship. Her shoulders slumped slightly as she reached out one hand and lovingly caressed the wheel of the helm, now held by Amil, and then she straightened. Tomorrow..., yes tomorrow she would put her plan in place. </snip> *** She'd been there nearly the entire time, or at least since she'd felt the firing of weapons from the massive galleon she was aboard, firing at the smaller ship below. Shelby Walker, love of Merik Blackwater's life/death.. even though he'd so many times proclaimed not to care about things like that, or rather 'proved' he hadn't a care for love, by doublecrossing any woman in his life thus far. She seemed to be different somehow, and even if she weren't, too late now isn't it? Leaning against the door jamb where the lower quarters meet the deck, the sapphire blue eyes watch sullenly. Mainly, her scowl was directed toward the pirate's back as he barked his commands, and make his deal with the woman below. Her fingers wrap solidly around the apple she held in her hand, and then lifts it to her mouth to take a bite of it, never taking her glare from the back of Merik's head. Chewing thoughtfully, she ponders a few things. He's done nothing to prove what he'd told her before, that being that he was giving up the piracy bit. He continued to raid ships even now after this length of time. Well, this young spitfire wasn't having it. Lifting her free hand, she pushes back a few strands of the long, dark bangs off her forehead, though the steady glare is riveted upon the back of that pirate head, unblinking. She was something else, and at this point she was annoyed. Swallowing the bite of chewed apple, she gives a small lick to her bottom lip, removing a tad of the juice from the piece of fruit while she stands up straight and takes a half step forward onto the deck of the Hellbringer. The next thing seen is an apple, with one bite taken from it, sailing across the deck at a rather alarming speed, directly toward the back of that pirate head, and a flash of dark hair as she turns and stomps off below deck, smoldering mad. "Merik! You're an ass!" ~Chelle ________________________________________________________________ YOU'RE PAYING TOO MUCH FOR THE INTERNET! Juno now offers FREE Internet Access! Try it today - there's no risk! For your FREE software, visit: http://dl.www.juno.com/get/tagj. -- To unsubscribe from this group, send an email to: [EMAIL PROTECTED] with "unsubscribe dragontales" in the body of the message.
