1x1 between Starburstea & Captain Greenleaf

[Greenleaf]

This is where the user Starburstea and I roleplay together. :3
If you are not me nor Star, you may not post. But feel free to watch us.

Plot:


LOTR/ PotC crossover - Legolas and Gimli are heading to Valinor; while in the Caribbean, the Black Pearl is searching for Middle-earth after they hear a rumor that there is treasure there in Arda. When they enter the boundaries of the Sundering Seas, a storm damages them, and they crash into Legolas and Gimli's ship and need to get back to M.E. for safety and repairs. Then Will, Elizabeth, their son, Philip and Syrena hear that the Pearl "mysteriously vanished" on a search to treasure and they go after them.

Star plays: Will, Philip, Angelica, Gimli, and William Turner III
I play: Elizabeth, Jack, Legolas, Syrena and Gibbs

Other more minor characters are shared among us, I assume.

[resfeber]

* woot woot * I'm excited. ouo Posting here for unknown reasons, like if I need to do any sort of character forms or such, but I think we are fine since we know all the characters.
Oh wait. We need the son. Wait a sec.. cx
Okay, so his name, I know it's particularly "Young William Turner or William Tirner III" but let's just make up a middle name and call him by that since it'll just be confuse. Anywho, what about Owen or Luis?

Erhm.. I think that's all. Okey. ouo

[Greenleaf]

(sounds good to me!
On an iPad so these posts can't be too fancy)

L E G O L A S G R E E N L E A F

The elf rested his hands gently over the railing of the ship as the vessel skimmed lightly over the waves, cutting through stormy-blue waters. The sun was descending beneath the waves, casting shadows over the sky. A few dolphins unexpectedly leapt out of the water, racing with the ship, and Legolas smiled faintly to hear the gentle creatures' ecstatic clicks and whistles. And above, he could oh-so clearly hear the seductive wailing of white gulls.

To the Sea, to the Sea, the white gulls are crying
The wind is blowing, and the white foam is flying...

It was the gulls that had cried to him as he stood on the shores of Pelargir during the War. It was the gulls that had finally led him to the Sea, and now his heart would refuse to rest before he finally stepped onto the heathen lands of Valinor. Ever since his dear friend, Aragorn Elessar, had finally passed from the world of the living, something in his heart had seemed to grow dull and lifeless. The sea-longing had ceased after they had set sail the day before, but he would not be truly at peace until they reached the Undying Lands.

Something glimmered in the sky, catching his attention. He hardly needed to strain his farseeing eyes as he gazed upon the dark clouds that were gathering on the horizon; unmistakably storm clouds. By the way the wind was blowing and the closeness of the clouds that had gathered, the storm would be upon them in less than an hour; he wasn't afraid, however. Their voyage had been blessed and they were guaranteed a safe passage to Valinor, and the storm would pass right over their ship without any damage.

"It seems a storm is blowing," he remarked to his only companion on this trip - his formidable dwarf friend, Gimli son of Glóin. "It should be before us in twenty minutes or so, I guess."

J O S H A M E E G I B B S

The sun was sinking into the distance, yet it was still sending waves of near-blinding light reflecting from the water. Sea birds ahead cried out to each other and sang in lilting voices, and the canvas snapped overhead as the Black Pearl's ashen sails caught the wind and raced forward once more. The atmosphere contrasted sharply with the first mate's dark mood as he stood by the fo'c's'le staring out gloomily over the ocean.

Gibbs scowled openly at the blue-green water. His captain could be daft at times, that was for sure, but this time he was sure Sparrow had gone completely around the bend. When Jack had unexpectedly dragged the crew away from Tortuga and proclaimed that they were going treasure-hunting, Gibbs had instinctively knew that this couldn't be good.

Apparently some gypsy on Tortuga had sold to the captain a map, claiming that this was an ancient relic that led to some other world called "Middle-earth"; a country that contained mysterious (and unsavory) creatures, as well as lots of treasure, much of which was supposedly magic. And being that infuriating man he was, Jack had actually bought the map from the gypsy and now they were sailing around the world searching for a country that most likely did not exist.

D-mn you, Jack, Gibbs growled under his breath. D-mn you and your antics.

Even from where he stood, Gibbs could clearly see the captain at the helm, gazing down at the map and his compass as he gripped the spokes of the wheel. Now and then Jack would stare up into the sky, or glance uneasily at the horizon; an act that rather disturbed and perturbed the first mate. He wasn't used to seeing Jack look troubled.

As Gibbs watched, the captain seemed to notice him and beckon him over. Soon Gibbs stood at the helm by Jack, and he looked up at him inquiringly.
"Orders, cap'n?" Gibbs queried. Perhaps we're ditching this goose-chase and are returning back to the Caribbean.
This thought made him hopeful, but his hopes were soon squashed. "Mr. Gibbs," Jack addressed him, again staring off at the horizon. "Tell the crew to batten down the hatches and reduce sail. There is a storm coming underway."

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The sunlight streamed across Gimli's face as he inhaled the sweet air of the sea. The ocean was a vast canvas of thousands of blues and gray foam lapping at their ship's heels. As the son of Glòin lifted his chin slightly and took a breathe if the salty, pungent scent, his body shuddered and the heaving of the dwarf's chest pressed against the rails of the ship. The rickety sides of boat supported the auburn-headed creature as his body leaned over it. He was practically so close to the water that it could have easily touched the tips of his fingers had he let them relax far enough to. But the dwarf preferred not to put himself in that easy of peril just to touch the clear gaping mouth of the ocean. It felt salty as the admirable wind blew past him for a quick beat of a second. Gimli's eyes averted from the water, it's ripples moving through the clear liquid as the ship pierced through it, and flickered over the cast directions of the horizon. Beautiful hues of sepia pinks, oranges, and light blues broadened the filtering rays if sunlight.

The dwarf didn't seem to notice the dark clouds shrouding the sky at the brim of the wide expansion's opening. Had Gimli found it more comfortable to upright his posture and look away for a moment from his hazy and watery trance, he would see his acquaintance Legolas in deep thought over the sudden gray arrival. But the elf was a quiet thinker; know that he seemed to have noticed, most everyone was that of a quiet thinker. But if the silence of one's thoughts were measured by some sort of scale, Legolas Greenleaf would be particularly well skilled. It wasn't until the tranquil being piped up admirably and mentioned the dark notion over the ocean's crevices that Gimli decidedly alerted himself and brought his body to a full awareness. "A storm would not be well with us," The dwarf remarks, and a frown creases the thin wrinkles if his lips, barely visible underneath his wirey beard.

"Pray it will not be of any disaster," The auburn-headed dwarf says as his eyes avert to the sky. He blinks. Taking in the setting for a moment, Gimli then turns to face away from the elf and mans the ship's rudder one again. He hadn't strayed very far from his station; still, Gimli hadn't exactly found any threat in dawdling the past thirty minutes to an hour and until Legolas had pointed out the storm ahead, the dwarf had been relevantly in deep thought. It wasn't much thought, though. He was actually just recalling the last days; setting sail had been a change of his lifetime and Gimli enjoyed the salt in the air. It was a fresh new change.

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Angelica sat casually along the shipmate foyer and turned a rock solid piece of bread around and around in her fingers. It was an unsatisfactory eggshell color; tasted of coal, it did. This would, of course, have something to I with the slightly charred and black edges, the brunette woman remarked to herself. She had found an admirable sum of interest glaring holes into the thick rock of wheat, in the course of days in which she had not much to converse over the dining table as all the male crewmen didn't take much interest to her. The first few days, Angelica Teach's joining of the Pearl consisted of being looked upon like a royal meal or being alled unsavory terms of her gender. Neither of these being favorable things.

Of course, everybody knew who she was. During the Fountain escapade, Angelica had named an even larger settling of herself and word spread along the ports of Tortuga of her fame in the title of piracy. She was Blackbeard's daughter, after all. Then Jack ruined it all by his idiocies. He always was allures by the enchanting tales of witches casting along the gambling shores of ports and had made a resolution to visit each and every one of them; or so it seemed. It was quite an annoying addiction that the familiar captain had grown to traditionalist. Angelica, and the crew as well, just ignored his doings and rustled on along the saloons and let Jack to his own business. It didn't surprise any of them when the Captain if the black Pearl sauntered in one day with a map in his hands, foretelling of a legendary other world known as Middle Earth. It did spark a line of fiery anger in many crewmen when the man ordered to abandon their city and set sail for some unknown new word. It was.. Stupid.

Angelica finished the last crumbs if her salty stone of a bread and made her way down the line of the shipmates. Her eyes searched for Jack in the crowd. He was there, talking above the deck with Gibbs in earshot as well. They seemed in a discussion of sorts, and the brunette woman dismissed the sight and goes on her own way. She makes a b-line for the rails and goes to work at setting and securing the knots of the flag poles in case they were to loosen. She recalls the past months ago. She still held a grudge over Jack for abandoning her on that wretched island, and she had struggled endlessly to find her way out until te Captain finally returned for her three weeks senior. She grumbled under her breathe, fingers working at the knot. It didn't do Jack Sparrow any justice to set sail on an exploration of a world that was almost absolutely just a scam. What an idiot, that pirate was.

[Greenleaf]

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The elf smiled reassuringly back down at Gimli. "Worry not," he replied lightly, as he watched the storm clouds draw closer and closer with every minute; he could already see the usually-calm seas start to churn up, but the waves did not affect their ship. "As we have been blessed by the Valar and Ilúvatar themselves; nothing more on this mortal world may harm us on our journey to Valinor."

And yet he felt a chill of foreboding as he watched the incoming storm. It was indeed drawing nigh, and coming far more quickly than he expected. The winds had picked up visibly, until it whipped at his pale blonde hair and strained against the sails of their ship, sending the canvas creaking ominously. The waters turned from a pale blue-gray to almost black, save for the white foam that flew higher than ever. As he watched, the gulls that had previously screamed overhead had long since flown away, while the dolphins that had been tagging along with them let out shrill cries of alarm and dove beneath the waves, sleek bodies vanishing swiftly into the shadows of the ocean; he inwardly prayed for their safety.

He felt the rain start pouring down and the waves were getting higher and higher, almost as high as the railing, though their ship still cut smoothly through the water; despite getting wet, they were unaffected by the storm.
As if on cue, a flash of blinding green light suddenly pierced the air. Legolas let out a short gasp of surprise and covered his eyes; though the flash only lasted for about five heartbeats, it blinded him until all he could see was white light. When he finally dared look out again, the storm had completely surrounded them and the sea around them was roaring and bucking with a tangible force; had their ship not been bound for Valinor, they would've certainly been flipped over by the force of the waves.
"What was that?" he demanded to no one in particular. He had seen many strange things in the few millennium of his life, but never before something like this - !

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Gibbs glanced curiously back at Jack, but obediently he turned and started shouting commands for the crew to take in sail. As the captain watched, the topmen immediately swarmed up the rigging of the foremast and the mainmast, reefing in canvas and working to take down the t'gallants. With an ominous glance towards the swiftly-approaching storm clouds, Jack mentally urged them to hurry, lest the gale surround them unexpectedly. He could end up losing good hands of the crew.

Jack usually relished the coming of a storm; the winds and the rain would push away the hot air, and he immensely enjoyed wrestling with the sea at the wheel. True, along with storms often came danger; the risk of sails being ripped away, the dreaded possibilty of being demasted as well as the ever-present danger of lives being lost; but he enjoyed it nonetheless. Only this time, he had a bad feeling about this storm, a nagging doubt in his gut. This storm didn't look natural; he prided himself in being a master of the sea, and could spot gales hours before they hit; and yet this one had snuck up unawares, practically popping up on the horizon. And it was approaching far more quickly than he would've liked.

The topmen had taken down the t'gallants and were working on the mainsails now. Jack cupped his hands around his mouth and bellowed, "Step lively, now!"

The clouds were looming closer and closer. Jack shoved Cotton away from where the mute had been standing at the helm, and he took the helmsman's place, bracing himself against the wheel. He pulled out his compass as well as the map to Middle-earth that gypsy had sold to him; he wasn't letting a storm getting in the way of his treasure hunt. His eyes gleamed; for a brief moment he lost himself in dreams of gold and treasure-hordes, money that would make himself and his crew as rich as kings...

And suddenly the storm was upon them.

Jack staggered when the wind slapped him in the face, and yet he didn't let go of the wheel. The sudden tearing of canvas informed him that one of the masts had lost her sails; as he adjusted his eyes to the stinging of salt water and rain, he saw the tattered remains of the mainsail go flapping away. Topmen were scrambling down from the masts, but one man wasn't lucky enough; with a shriek of fear he tumbled into the sudden raging waters.

Cotton had shoved his protesting parrot into the relative safety of his vest and joined Jack at the wheel; the captain certainly didn't mind, as it often needed the help of two or even three men to man the helm in a fierce gale.

Without warning, a bright green light blinded him. He threw up his hands to defend his face and for a moment the Pearl sailed herself.

Then the sudden heave of the decks jolted him back to reality, and he was gripping the spokes of the wheel again and hanging on with grim determination. With a grimace of uneasiness he glanced up at the masts; they were certainly the tallest things out here and he did not fancy his beloved freedom being struck by lightening.

"Sail ho! Four points off the larboard beam! Heading straight towards us!"

The thin cry of the lookout, who was still impossibly trying to keep an eye out in this gale, was pointing frantically off to larboard, and Jack left Cotton at the helm and half walked, half fell towards the railing of the poop deck. Sure enough, there really was a ship, who seemed to be sailing perfectly calmly through the raging sea.

(Should L&G and the Pearl meet?)


(Edit: I was editing this due to a mistake I found x3 sorry)

[resfeber]

Gimli nodded slowly in response to the elf. He blinked slowly, as if processing re information that he had witnessed with his own eyes, even, and turns to face the horizon once again. The sea was churning and the sky had diminished, like the flickering flame of a candle, and sunk into a sickly gray color. The promises of a storm whispered in the drafts of a cool wind blowing last them. The dwarf sunk into the chilly air and withdrew a breathe, exhaling a thin trail of smoke that formed against the cold. The sound of the sea was the only noise; it's lulling melody brought Gimli's eyes to close in tranquil serenity for a moment. He looked up to the elf beside him, once more turning to face his companion. The ship was blessed, yes. Nothing mortal could come to harm or disarray the two on their voyage, but who was to for tell that whatsoever they encountered was mortal? This really wasn't a worry to Gimli. But still, in the corners of his mind, the thoughts of their exposition tossed and turned like the rolling waves beneath them.

The ship rocked along the ocean as the storm quickened with the tides of the water. Gimli had only been on the boat sailing for a sum of two days. He had enjoyed his past ventures on ship, yet still, the constant rockin if the boat was enough to cost a length of days to grow used to each seperate time. The dwarf had marveled that as of the second day on their sailing, he actually didn't have much of a sea-sickness nor uneasiness in the growing days. He believed that the tranquility of their voyage thwarted the irrational uncomfortableness automatically. He was alread growing stronger in the ways of the boat and his days moved fluidly along. Something about the ocean and the salty world around him brought a new brightness into his mind; a fresh new outlook.

Gimli's thought were shot away as a crashing noise pierced through the sky. Jerking his head upright to view the notion, the dwarf looked up to see a valiant green lightning bolt strike across the sky. Legolas was obviously riveted by the notion as his voice rose to a high volume, and Gimli turned worriedly to the upper decks. "Legolas-" The dwarf exclaims as his fingers grasp the barbs of the rudder. "Who is to say that what we are delaying with is mortal at all?" His question burned the throat of the redheaded creature as he looks overhead. "Am I to man the steering- or do you wish to take te wheel?" His voice barely is audible trough the wind heightening it's pace, and Gimli finds the need to raise his voice at the last few words.

{ I think they should now, yes. ouo they could crash now, and i guess the Dutchman and mermaids will enter in later on. and sorry for the short post. i seem to have some writer's block recently :( I don't know how to include angelica in this response, so i will leave her out or now. sorry! ^.^ }

[Greenleaf]

(sorry for the wait. Yesterday I was at band practice for the entire day and now I'm at a party stuck with a bunch of little kids. I'll post as soon as I can get onto my computer. 0_0)

[resfeber]

{ haha, no it's perfectly fine! ^.^ we all have lives, I don't mind. :) }

[Greenleaf]

(OMG I'M BACK.)
(Sorry for the short post; its pretty late at the moment and I can't think of anything else to write.)

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Legolas shook his head confusedly, and slowly the flashing lights in his vision disappeared. Well, that certainly was odd, he thought, now rather disgruntled.
"I cannot be sure," the elf replied tersely, heading over to Gimli and taking the wheel from the dwarf. "I had never seen such an odd sight before, and I know not of which we are contending with. A green flash in a storm - ?" he shook his head again, gripping the rudder with his hands.

A deep rumble in the distance suggested thunder, naught but a few miles away from where they sailed. The sky lit up once more as a streak of lightning flashed, striking the sea below. The sails on their ship groaned softly as the wind strained against it, sending their ship flying faster over the waves. Even though the storm visibly raged around them, the sounds seemed almost muted, somehow; another sign of how they were protected by the Valar's blessing.

Lightning split the heavens once again, for a moment illuminating the darkness. For a split second Legolas could see everything clearly; the deck, the gray waters churning froth and foam against their ship, the shape of Gimli standing hunched by the rail - and something else, as well.

Was that... another ship?

Legolas squinted through the pounding rain. To his astonishment, he was correct; there was indeed a ship. It was large, very large, far larger than their own vessel; it was painted coal black, from the tip of the bowsprit to her rudder, and even what remained of the tattered sails were black, giving the ship a rather eerie quality. If he strained his ears, he realized he could hear strained, thin shouts of panic and some voice ordering to 'hard to starboard', whatever that meant...

And the ship was heading straight towards them.

Legolas jerked to awareness and hastily yanked the tiller sideways, sending their boat abruptly turning. "What on earth is another ship doing out here, so far out on the Sundering Seas?" he demanded to no one in particular.

[resfeber]

Gimli gasped as the ship rocks, the sea churning angrily underneath them. At the mercy of the nature and liquid silver such as the ocean, the helplessness at sea was not one all that of an uncommon feeling. Er, for Gimli, it was not. Of course, the dwarf was a worrisome being at that and his fingers gripped the posts of the ship until his knuckles turned a sickeningly pale white shade. He looks out into the horizon. Aside from the sparks of green lightning speckles the choppy gray sky, a dark silhouette if a ship nears closer and closer. Followed seconds later by the commanding questions if his shipmate Legolas, the dwarf doesn't know what to answer with.

But this giant being was looming over their ship like a dragon. Gimli's eyes follow the magnificent creature in awe for the approximate time of thirty nine second beats. The waves were tossing about, sending sprays of foam up from the ocean and it's salty droplets clinging to the creatue's face. Gimli frowns unhappily. His arm lifts up to wipe the wetness from his face, and turns to see Legolas. "The seas are rapid," He hours, cupping his hands over his mouth to shoulder the noise through the howling wind as hopefully into the security lf Legolas's hearing. "We must direct the boat away from their path, the'r headin' straight for us!" Gimlie explains. But he's cut off with an "-Oof!"

The luminous shadow of a ship collides into Legolas's and Ginli's. The impact is enough that the dwarf tumbles downward, grasping into the flagpole and hugging it like a lost child. The ship upturns for a moment, but then rocks back to place with an impact of thunder. The ship tore a hole into their boat's side, wood splintering everywhere and bobbing up and down in the creamy waves of the water.