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Post by Portugal on Sept 1, 2012 12:48:30 GMT -8
Her question caught him off-guard. Why was he being so nice to her? That was a question indeed. There was just something about her – he could say - something familiar. There was a desire, no a need, to watch over her. To protect her. The nagging feeling that he’d failed before. He had lost her but… But that made no sense. Today was the first day they had ever met. Shrugging he offered her an almost nervous smile. ”To be honest? You remind me of someone.”
Who that someone was would be another question entirely. One he’d worry about later.
When she asked to write a note to her captain he nodded. Grateful that he carried a notepad and pen in his back pocket as he handed them over. As she wrote he leaned against the opposite wall thinking of a plan. The fact that there was such a young girl on a pirate ship had spread across the base, but not everyone knew what she looked like so theoretically getting her off the base could be easier then he originally thought…
Of course if she vanished when he was supposed to escort her back to her cell then it wouldn’t be too difficult to figure out what happened. Meaning he had to take her back to her cell regardless and come back later. Something that would be difficult. Doable but difficult.
When she handed him the letter he nodded, tucking it into his pocket and promising to deliver it as soon as he could.
”I still have to take you back to your cell.” He spoke in a low-voice, cautious of potential ease droppers. ”If I don’t it would be suspicious. If you’re willing though… I can help you sneak out later tonight and get you on a privateer ship I’m being transferred too.”[/color]
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Post by Andorra on Sept 12, 2012 15:28:00 GMT -8
She blinked at his answer. Various possibilities of who she reminded him of popped into her head, the most prevalent one being a younger sister. The thought made her head hurt.
She supposed she would have to accept the answer, for now anyway, as it was very personal to ask whom he was speaking of. She assumed he would have elaborated if he was comfortable telling her. Her curiosity would have to wait.
Although the thought of going back to her cell made her stomach tighten, she nodded and bit the inside of her cheek. She would just have to trust him, which was quite easy for her. She had no reason to doubt that he was a man of his word, after all he would have never shown so much concern if he wasn't. She just hoped that whatever plan he came up with would work. It would seem that she would be around Afonso for a while if it worked, a notion that comforted her.
Maybe he would tell her after they got to know each other better.
She stepped in her cell with her head held high. She gave him a small, reassuring smile as he closed the door and locked it, although it vanished quick as he left.
She leaned against the wall and sank to the floor. Time slowed down to an unbearable crawl, her heart beating faster every time someone walked by her cell, hoping it was him. For the first time in her life, she realized that jail was a special kind of hell. Her privileged life told her that she never would experience this. Her heart felt a guilty twang; this was what awaited her crew.
What was worse, was that she only had a taste of what it meant to be in prison.
She had a shining light of hope, however. In the form of kind stranger and apparently, a giant wooden box.
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Post by Portugal on Sept 23, 2012 18:25:43 GMT -8
Leaving her behind in the cell was possibly the most difficult thing Afonso had to ever do and he wasn’t even sure why. It was really something he didn’t have time to think about however. Not right now. Right now he needed to focus on putting everything in order.
Hours later – when most of the base was asleep – he slipped down the halls pushing a trolley with an empty wooden box on it. Alright so it wasn’t the best idea he’d ever come up with but it could work. After all it would be a box he would be bringing aboard with his “belongings” (even if he’d actually shoved his belongings into a duffle bag that sat beside the box). It was a plan that could work. He was trusted enough that they shouldn’t want to inspect it, and if they did he could pull rank. So really this was the best method. Plus no one would look twice when he left the base. Afonso was being transferred after all!
Getting her into the box would be a challenge though. Or rather getting the box to and from her cell without being spotted would be difficult. He would have to manage though.
Slipping through the halls he paused outside her cell, taking the ring of keys he’d “borrowed” and opening the door to her cell.
He had long since changed out of his military uniform – the sleeves of his white button down shirt rolled up. A navy blue waist coat hanging unbuttoned over it. The white bandages had finally been removed, a leather eye-patch covering his injured eye. He saw the way she looked at the box, and offered an almost sheepish laugh.
“It’s the easiest way to smuggle you off base and onto the ship. I know it’s a bit of a weird idea though. Ah! It’s a lot comfier then it looks? I put a blanket and a few pillows in it. “ The more he spoke the more idiotic this plan was sounding.[/color]
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Post by Andorra on Oct 5, 2012 19:01:24 GMT -8
Eyes bright and wide, she tilted her head as she stared at Afonso wheeling in the large crate. Out of all the plans she came up with (which were few and fantasy based), this one in particular she didn't think of. After initial shock, a small giggle escaped her lips.
"Ahaha, just like in the movies!"
Luckily, Anaïs was rather petite, so fitting in the crate seemed easy. 'Seemed' being the key word. It was true; he had lined the crate with pillows and there was a small blanket; he left one side of the crate clear, for air assumably.
She took a deep breath. "Well, here goes..."
She got on her knees and crawled inside, hitting the wall of the crate sooner than she'd hoped. With half her body still outside, she pulled herself to the corner, hitting her head a couple of times in the process. She folded her legs in, and hugged them as soon as they were awkwardly inside. A bit of fidgeting and rolling over, she managed to get into a somewhat comfortable position. The pillows definitely helped, but it was still cramped and claustrophobic. She turned to lie on her side, keeping her head towards the top where the air was coming from. This was as good as it was going to get.
"O-okay, ready!" she squeaked, and she decided that she should roll onto her back, which proved to be much more comfortable. Afonso gave her a reassuring smile, but perhaps he was also repressing a laugh. She probably looked pretty ridiculous. He closed the opening, and then it went dark for her.
He opened the door and began wheeling the small pirate out of her cell.
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