Wesley had awoken sometime ago, he had went about heling to get the ship ready to sail. Turning and spotting Will speaking with Dagg he had made his way over to the two. Instead of interrupting, he just listened to them talk for a while. Wesley had already considered the fact that Dagg had once been a solider might present a problem. At a break in the conversation he took it upon himself to jump in.
"Captain, I've been thinking about Mr. Sparrows plan, and forgive me for saying so but it's reckless and dangerous." Wes waited for his comment to sink in before continuing, "There is a much more easier way to go about all of this, one that doesnt require your capture. First off, how do we know that this Norrington fellow won't just shoot you on sight? Secondly, there really isn't a need for you to get captured, while it would act as a distraction, the arrival of the 'Pearl' will be more than enough to distract anyone so that Jack can go about with his plan." Wesley paused again, letting Will process the information up till this point.
"And lastly, why take the chance of being spotted going to see your girl...when I can easily bring her too you?" Wesley folded his arms across his chest and leaned against the railing looking from Will to Dagg, then back to the captain, awaiting his reaction before going deeper into his own plan.
TBC:Will, Anyone really...
Wesley set sail at 07:38 p.m. , Monday, September 15, 2003
"I don't wish to hang, I'm rather enjoying my life so far." Will idly rubbed his neck and his eyes were worried. So Dagg could be recognized, that was not a good thing in fact that was a very bad thing. "Norrington recognizing you...that could be a problem. I really don't want to bring Jacoby because I don't trust him but many of this crew is new. I picked too many young pirates, and I doubt any would be able to handle this mission. Tell me Dagg can you recomend any to take your place?"
Will doubted that there was any who could pull off this mission. His crew was too...green. He trusted Wesley, Adrienne, and Dagg and Adrienne was a girl, Dagg would be recognized. "Because there is no way I will let Jack Sparrow choose my second man." Will did not trust Jack that much, as much as he loved the man.
TBC: Dagg, Will's crew.
Will set sail at 11:48 a.m. , Sunday, September 14, 2003
Slowly but surely, Farrah awoke from her deep slumber, the fog that had surrounded her mind gradually disappearing. The bright light that was beating forcefully against her closed eyelids told her that it was morning already, and that she really should be getting up, if only to greet the early sun.
Normally, she would be at the docks before dawn to watch the sun make its glorious entrance, but the previous happening had taken more out of her than she was willing to admit, and she just had to resign herself to laziness in its truest form.
Still, she had a hard time surrendering to the fact that she was completely helpless on the most infamous of pirate ships, the Black Pearl. She wasn’t used to doing nothing, nor was she used to just lying around in her enemy’s bed. Her enemy’s extremely comfortable bed. Well, enemy didn’t really seem right. Maybe more like annoying man that couldn’t stop infuriating her.
This brought her mind back to the dreams that had kept pestering her the night before, after she’d scared Gibbs off, who seemed to be more than a little cautious around her. The moment her head hit the pillow, images of the peculiar captain refused to leave her alone. It was ridiculous, really. Never before had a man fascinated her like this before, and it was driving her mad.
Determined to clear her head of these disturbing thoughts, Farrah crawled around under the sheets, and after some low grumbling and cursing, a mop of hair submerging again at the foot end. Satisfied to be out of the harsh sun’s light, she was about to drift off into the inviting darkness again when she caught a whiff of something in the cabin’s warm air. Something that reminded her suspiciously of… rum.
Praying to heaven and hell she was just imagining things, she reluctantly opened her eyes, only to have her suspicions confirmed.
Instead of giving into the urge to stare back at the kohl-lined eyes fixed on hers, Farrah just lowered her head and let out a displeased sound. "Goodmorning, capt'n."
Her greeting would've been able to actually pass as nice, if only it hadn't come out as a scowl. Not as menacing as the night before, but a scowl nevertheless.
TBC: Jack, or anyone that would like to interrupt
Farrah set sail at 03:58 p.m. , Saturday, September 13, 2003
Dagg looked at the young man curiously. For some reason, Will had never seemed to be the type of person who would associate with someone such as Sparrow. Truth be told, Dagg was surprised Will could stand being a pirate, for the boy was much too honorable for his own good sometimes. The fact that Will was friends with the infamous Sparrow was a relief to him.
He nodded his head. “Good choice in Wesley, smart lad that one. As for Jacoby, do you want to hang boy?” He paused, a rare glimmer of a smile passed for an instant over his expression, but then it was back to its normal stoniness. Dagg had to think about his answer for a moment, before shaking his head slightly as he spoke. “I don’t know lad, there are people in Port Royale who might have a memory of me, Norrington being one. But if ye insist, I’ll do this for ya.”
TBC: Will, Will’s crew
Dagg set sail at 07:37 p.m. , Friday, September 12, 2003
Will could have hit himself for not remembering Dagg's former occupation. He must be more out of it then he thought. "I ran into my good freind Cap'n Jack Sparrow at the Hogg's Head last night. He has a plan for both grabbing a large shipment and annoying the navy to a massive extent." The sunlight glinted off the ocean water and reflected itself in Will's eyes. "It involves us docking in Port Royal, my eventual arrest, the appearence of the Infamous Black Pearl and two crewman impersonating soldiers to get me out of jail." Though unless they had changed the doors he could probably do it himself. "I have chosen Wesley as the other man to impersonate the military and you were my other choice." Will smiled slightly. "Of course if you say no, I can always ask Jacoby." Will would never have considered that unless there was no other option, though Jacoby might want to come along to collect material. However Dagg's dislike for the writer was a badly kept secret among the crew.
TBC: Dagg, Will's crew
Will set sail at 04:21 p.m. , Thursday, September 11, 2003
Emma walked around Port Royale until she came to the supply store,she walked in and gathered the few items she had on a list.She then went to the counter to pay "Another lovely morning isn't it,Miss Emma?" the store owner said.
She smiled "Yes,indeed." Emma paid for her items and the man placed them in a bag "I hear their granting pirate's one day of amnesty tomorrow.." the man rubbed his head "I sure hope they don't wreck Port Royale" "I'm sure they won't" she replied "And I think in the end Port Royale will benefit from it" the man nodded "I hope so." he said as he handed her the bag.
Emma was about to head home when she decided to walk by the docks.She looked at the ships in awe,how much part of her wanted to jump on a ship and depart,never look back.Her thoughts were interrupted when she heard footsteps in the distance,she looked and to her suprise saw Elizabeth."Elizabeth!" she called out as she hurried over to her.
She looked at Elizabeth and saw a sparkle in her eye "Your excited about tomorrow aren't you?" she questioned.
TBC: Elizabeth
Emma set sail at 06:13 p.m. , Wednesday, September 10, 2003
Dagg had been helping some sailors untangle the rigging, so they could fix a torn sail when the Captain approached him. Making sure that the others could handle it, he slipped his hands out of the mess of rope and turned to the younger man.
“Aye boy, I’ve already done my turn in the military.” He crossed his arms over his chest, as if to draw attention to the naval officer’s coat he always wore. “What could you possibly say that would make me go back?”
Some of the other men gave Dagg odd side looks. That was no way to address the captain, but Dagg was always one to speak his mind and captain or no captain, he was going to continue in that habit.
TBC: Will, Anyone on Will’s crew
Dagg set sail at 11:39 p.m. , Tuesday, September 9, 2003
Will stepped out into the sunlight and blinked as his eyes adjusted. He had a hangover from last nights rum, and realized he had slept later then he had meant to. Rubbing his hand over his unshaven face Will decided to go find Wesley and Dagg.
Looking up at the bow Will spotted Dagg and walked up to him. "Dagg, I have a proposition for you. How would you like to join the military. Just for a day?" Will smiled as he asked this.
TBC: Dagg
ooc: Short, blach I know I know
Will set sail at 10:30 p.m. , Tuesday, September 9, 2003
The maid helped strap Elizabeth into her corset, but instead of the customary complaints coming from the governor's daughter, her eyes were turned to the horizon, past the bounds of Port Royale. She had had a messenger sent to Tortuga with word that there would be amnesty provided to all pirates in Port Royale on Friday. Tomorrow, she thought, sighing contentedly.
Then, naturally, her fears began to prey on her. What if Will never got word? Or what if he were too far away to arrive in time for the amnesty to be active? What if got word and simply . . . didn't want to come?
Once she was fully dressed, hair pinned neatly into place, she brushed all of those thoughts today. Will would come, if he could. And if he did not, it would be because the danger was too great. Tomorrow, she thought, shall be a brand-new day.
*
Ignoring the leers of a few of the drunk townspeople, Elizabeth walked along the docks, blissfully distracted by happy thoughs of seeing her love again. And maybe he'll even bring Jack with him . . . she thought, and then immediately began to turn bright pink from the thought.
She owed Jack her gratitude. And that was it. And his stepping foot in Port Royale-- amnesty or not-- was probably death for him. It would be best, she decided, if Jack Sparrow were to not return.
"Elizabeth!" she heard, and she turned to the sound of the voice calling her own name.
TBC: Whoever wants to have called Elizabeth's name. :D
Elizabeth set sail at 09:32 a.m. , Tuesday, September 9, 2003
Jack watched the sun rise from the bow of the Pearl, still safely docked in Tortuga, though most of the crew was spending the morning getting ready to sail once Will and his two sailors arrived. It would take only hours to sail to Port Royale and hopefully by the end of the day, the Silver Guardian and her cargo would be his.
As far as his plan was going, Rourke and Carla and their crews were either in or on their way to Port Royale at this very moment. When Tom had returned to the ship the night before, Jack had gone into his cabin and retrieved a small box. He instructed Tom that he was to take this to the Governor’s house and give it only into the hands of Elizabeth Swann. Inside, was a beautiful black pearl, inlaid in Mexican silver on a simple silver chain. If Elizabeth couldn’t leave society to be a pirate with himself and Will, then he was going to at least going to make sure she wouldn’t forget, what Jack didn’t know. Of course, Jack wasn’t going to let Will know about this little gift, why again he wasn’t sure. Sometimes Jack Sparrow was a mystery even to himself.
As far as the thief currently residing in his cabin, Jack wasn’t sure what to do with her. She had woken earlier apparently because she had been on the floor when Gibbs had gone into bandage her wrist properly, but was now asleep again. He had already decided the night before that he was going to take the thief with them, even if it only meant leaving her on the Pearl. The nagging feeling about her was still bothering him and he wasn’t going to let her out of his keeping until he figured out what it was.
The sun had risen fully and Jack was impatient to get under way, though he had to wait for Will. He had promised the lad a chance to see his lass and Jack wasn’t about to take that away from him. Sighing, he decided that even though he wasn’t going to sleep, he was going to his cabin anyway. Maybe looking at the girl would help him remember.
“Mr. Gibbs! Come find me in my cabins when Mr. Turner decides to show himself!”
Gibbs nodded from where he was supervising the storing of some spare sails and after finding a semi full bottle of rum, he retreated to his cabin. He opened the door softly, so as not to wake the sleeper within. Luckily, he had other soft things besides the bed and he sat down in a large chair, pilfered off a particularly wealthy merchant vessel. Taking a long drink from the bottle, he sank deep in the chair and watched the steady rise and fall of the young thief’s chest as she slept in his bed.
TBC: Anybody…
((And so it begins…))
Capt'n Jack Sparrow set sail at 08:47 p.m. , Monday, September 8, 2003
Alright, it's that time you've all been waiting for! Does anyone else have the erge to sing Let's Do The Time Warp Again? Okay, it must be just me...
Port Royale is waking up to another beautiful morning in the Caribbean. New ships are entering the harbor, including the Silver Guardian and some carrying pirates from the Black Pearl...
The Black Pearl is getting ready to sail from Tortuga to Port Royale while the Elizabeth IV figures out what's going on with it's captain.
Alright that's enough of an intro to the new day. Let's go!
Moderator/Amy set sail at 08:30 p.m. , Monday, September 8, 2003
As gentilities were exchanged, Elizabeth awaited the answer from the commodore with proverbial baited breath. She could scarcely think, could only concentrate on the possibility of her Will being permitted to return to her-- if only for just a day.
And there was a part of her that knew that if given the opportunity, she would leave Port Royale with him forever. She loved her father dearly, but she could always return to him and always be loved. But how long would Will go? How long would he remain true? She never doubted his fidelity, but he was a man, and with the impossibility of ever seeing her, it was possible that he might simply . . . give up.
Her stomach heaved at the thought of it.
And the the commodore gave his answer. "...I..." the group looked at him, Elizabeth a bit tense, wondering and hoping he would say yes. James went on, even more slowly. "I think...I would be willing to give the pirates a day of amnesty."
She could not stifle the sound of glee as it came from her throat. The other looked at her, and she blushed furiously. "I do not think you will regret it, commodore," she said to him.
"For all of our sakes, Elizabeth," her father said to her, "I hope you are not incorrect."
"We must issue fliers and statements!" she cried out. "Pirates must know that Port Royale is a safe haven for them-- for one day. Safe from the East India Company." Her brain rushed as she tried to think of a way to get the word to Will in time. Send one man to Tortuga, she thought. Have him tell everyone. And that would be sufficient. Will would find her. "Can you imagine?" she asked the others. "One day of amnesty for the pirates . . . "
TBC: Norrington, Emma, Tristan, Oliver.
OOC: Things are getting interesting . . .
Elizabeth set sail at 11:36 a.m. , Sunday, September 7, 2003
Half of Commodore Norrington wanted to blurt out that it would be a nice thing to try out...but, half of him still wasn't agreeing whole-heartdly with the idea. However, with all the positive remarks about the idea, the disagreeing side of him was slowly exiting. Once Oliver had finished his comments on everything, it grew silent between them, until finally, James had come up with his answer.
"...I..." the group looked at him, Elizabeth a bit tense, wondering and hoping he would say yes. James went on, even more slowly. "I think...I would be willing to give the pirates a day of amnesty." He swallowed, wondering, and hoping that he had made the right descion. That this whole day of amnesty for the pirates wouldn't be a huge failure or anything of that nature.
TBC: Elizabeth, Oliver, Emma, Tristan
James set sail at 08:29 p.m. , Saturday, September 6, 2003
Oliver looked from Tristen’s face to his hand, before smiling and shaking the offered hand. “You’re the son of Frederick Bourgess, aren’t you? The commodore?” His grin turned to a smirk when he realized he had caught Tristen slightly off guard. “Ah yes, where are my manners? The name is Oliver Paris, a merchant by trade.”
Without another glance to other young man, he turned his attention back to the conversation at hand. He knew Elizabeth had addressed Commodore Norrington, but when Oliver had an opinion he wasn’t one not to speak his mind. “Amnesty to pirates might be a blessing in disguise. They are such gossips, those sea folk and I could know, being one of them myself.” So he did all the business part and the trip from England to the Caribbean had been the third ocean trip of his life. Everything in Oliver’s life was romanticized in his own eyes. “And they take things like good will seriously, what with that code and all…”
Plus Pirates are easy to get addicted to anything, alcohol, girls, singing…opium. If the pirates were given amnesty, he could easily get some addicted to his special cargo and thus he would have control over the feared pirates of the Caribbean. Oliver couldn’t help his smile from growing slightly at the thought.
TBC: Elizabeth, Commodore, Tristen, Emma
Oliver set sail at 04:27 p.m. , Friday, September 5, 2003
Tristan made his way to the governor's mansion and was greeted promptly at the door.He entered the mansion and was greeted by the sounds of laughter and chatter.He walked into the main room that seemed to be overflowing with all of Port Royale's high society.
He folded his arms behind his back and walked into the room.He was greeted by a few people that he knew."Lovely Party isn't it?" the young lady boasted.Tristan nodded "Yes I suppose it is" The gentlemen glanced to the window then to Tristan "I think a storm or something might be heading our way" Tristan glanced around the room searching for Elizabeth or Emma "I was just thinking that myself." he replied."Excuse me,Sir" he said as he eyes laid upon Elizabeth and the others.
Tristan quickly made his way through the crowds and found himself standing next to Emma,Elizabeth,James,Governor and a man he wasn't familar with.A smile came upon his face "I'm glad to see you all here tonight" he said to Elizabeth and the others."Governor" he said as he nodded his head.He looked to both Elizabeth and Emma "You both look splendid this evening" his attention then turned to the young gentleman "I don't believe we've meant.." he began "My name's Tristan Bourgess" he said as he extended his hand.
TBC: Oliver or I guess Elizabeth,Emma,or James could reply ^^
Tristan set sail at 08:57 p.m. , Thursday, September 4, 2003
The moonlight slowly peeked in through the window, sneaking past the curtains to make its subtle way to the bed. Soft, white rays came to rest on the sleeping figure’s relaxed face, making her skin seem paler than the white beaches of Barbados.
Farrah instinctively rolled over to keep the soft light out of her eyes, shielding them from the invasion as her eyelids fluttered. Her mouth opened in a long, jaw-cracking yawn as her arms stretched out in front of her in an effort to wake up her aching muscles. The action made the slightly torn shirt slide down, leaving the smooth surface of her shoulder exposed to the rather warm air of the cabin. Her dark hair rustled against the pillowcase as she snuggled her head deeper into the feather pillow.
It was when her right arm sneaked out to unconsciously brush some hair out of her face, did she shot up from her comfortable position in the bed, the pain flashing through her wrist working as an effective wake-up call. The moment her eyes opened, she knew something wasn’t right, and before she had time to ponder it, her body acted out of instinct.
Jumping up from the beautiful, satin sheets, she could just catch a glimpse at the door, before…
A loud thud resounded through the cabin, and probably even most of the lower deck, as she fell face first on the rough, wooden floor, her left foot having caught the side of the bed.
A groaning sound drifted from the young woman on the floor, lying rather broken on the floor. And that just had to be the exact moment someone chose to enter the cabin.
Could life get any worse?
TBC: Anyone
Farrah set sail at 09:22 p.m. , Thursday, September 4, 2003
((Oy! So sorry, Frostee . . . school's been a major time-suckage.))
He heard the sultry voice, recognized it, and turned to look at the voice's owner.
“You know, your face will freeze like that,” she said sweetly, trying to be annoying, as she slid into a seat next to him. Her gaze followed his into the crowd, trying to figure out what he was looking like. “It’s not a girl, you look to angry for that,” she said, before going silent. Let him talk if he wanted to, she thought. Until then, drink and enjoy what shore time you can get.
"Aye, not a girl," he said to her, snorting into his cup of grog. "Far from a girl," he replied, setting the cup back down onto the table, still staring at the strange shadows in the corner.
They were going to be in trouble come time to sail out of Tortuga. It was a pattern they had fallen into, and Jack Sparrow seemed perfectly oblivious to it. It was probably for the best. The game plan was to sail on to Port Royale, he knew, but he couldn't understand why they were going to Port Royale. What did Jack need at the fort?
"You ever come into contact with the East India agents," he asked Carla, his voice rumbling and growling in his throat. "They're not pleasant, them bastards. And I have a feelin' we'll be seein' 'em again before all of this is said and done." He pointed to the rope-like scar around his neck, a mark of his shame. "You see this? They tried to 'ang me, they did. Didn't get away with it. But they won't 'esitate to try again."
TBC: Carla
Rourke set sail at 07:46 p.m. , Wednesday, September 3, 2003
Alright folks, I know the pirates and such are getting restless to start a new day, but we don't want to leave out Norrington, Elizabeth, Emma, Tristen and Oliver now do we?
We've decided that the next Time Jump will occur on Monday. So pirates, you still have 4 more days of posting in Tortuga. As far as our Brits, please try to post sometime in the next 4 days, we're giving this time for you to catch up. Don't want the pirates having all the fun now do we? ;)
Amy/Moderator set sail at 07:18 p.m. , Wednesday, September 3, 2003
She smiled at Oliver, glancing over her shoulder at Emma and James. Her father would be in the primary ballroom, and she needed to speak with him anyway. She glanced over at the gentleman on her arm; there was something that struck her as 'off' about him, but she couldn't put her finger on it.
It could have been that he simply rubbed her the wrong way.
She brushed off the feeling and smiled at all of the rich, privileged, well-to-do people around her. That was her job, as governor's daughter, to smile and be pretty and charming and always put-together. There were times when all she wanted to do was take off, run away, sail into the setting sun like the rest of them. Run away like Will had done.
He hadn't even tried to fight.
She put those thoughts out of her mind as well, and she moved towards the elegant, graceful form of her father. A feeling of warmth spread through her chest. Her father, at least, loved her unconditionally.
The governor greeted his daughter and her friends,and she placed a kiss on his cheek. "Hello, father," she said to him.
"Elizabeth," he said, "I am so glad you decided to join us." He excused himself from his colleagues, and he moved off with Elizabeth, Oliver, Norrington, and Emma. "You had a question you wanted to ask me?"
"Yes," Elizabeth said, nodding slowly. "I brought up the subject with the commodore this morning, but he didn't seem too keen," she said, smiling at the commodore. "I felt that it would be a good idea to provide amnesty to the pirates, just for a period of twenty-four hours."
The governor looked at Elizabeth, raising his eyebrows. She knew that he knew exactly why she was asking, but perhaps . . . it was her father's final decision, but the commodore needed to agree. "Well . . . perhaps it would be a sign of good will. Commodore, what do you feel?"
TBC: Oliver, Emma, Norrington, whoever.
Elizabeth Swann set sail at 05:25 p.m. , Wednesday, September 3, 2003
The Jack Sparrow connection would remain a mystery until the morning. She could live with that. When Will left the tavern Adrienne felt like shouting for him to wait for her, but she didn’t. It would have been rude. So, instead she sat in her chair flexing her feet back and forth, but as soon as Wesley had started to apologize she began shaking her head. “No, you thought Will could be in trouble,” she stated simply, and this time when Wesley suggested they return to the ship, she agreed almost eagerly. Pushing her chair back, she rose to her feet and followed him to the door.
They walked in silence back to the docks. This time Wesley hadn’t offered his arm, and Adrienne, partially thankful, figured it was because he wasn’t sure what she was thinking. Hell, she wasn’t even sure what she was thinking. Every now and then she would bring her hand to her mouth, biting on her fingernails a bit. If she wasn’t going to chew on her lips when she was nervous, it had to be something else.
And soon enough, there she was, Elizabeth IV tied down to the docks. Adrienne breathed a sigh of relief as she tried to board the ship at a steady walk when all she really wanted to do was to race onto the deck. Tortuga wasn’t exactly a place that she wanted to visit again.
TBC: Wes...anyone on the ship...whoever...whatever. ^^
Adrienne set sail at 03:34 p.m. , Wednesday, September 3, 2003
Wesley watched as Will stood and quickly left the Hog's Head.' He sat in silence for a few moments before sitting forward and turning to Adrienne, "Listen...I'm sorry for dragging you into that and acting the way I did. I sorely misjudged the situation, a bare blade in this place usually doesn't bode well...
TBC:Adrienne
(Crystal, feel free to give Wesley any action you want to on their way back to the ship...if you wanna.)
Wesley set sail at 11:15 a.m. , Wednesday, September 3, 2003
Will coughed slighlty as Wesley asked the inevitable question. "I am sure we can pull it off Wesley. We had better head back to the ship. I will tell you both in the morning how I met Jack." Will said and gave them both a false smile before rushing out of the Hog's head.
Will got back to his ship and checked who was about. He would talk to Dagg in the morning about the role he would play in Jack's mad plan. Will yawned and looked up at the star spotted sky a smile gracing his face. "I will see you soon. Elizabeth." And with that Will disappeared into his quarters.
((ooc: Get back to the ship without being jumped please?))
Will set sail at 07:26 p.m. , Tuesday, September 2, 2003
Wesley sat at the table, his arms folded in front of him. 'Ah, so thats Jack Sparrow.' Wesley had heard Jack's name mentioned in quite a few stories, some flattering and some otherwise. He had never thought he would have actually met the man. Wesley watched as Adrienne spoke, noting how she had avoided looking in his direction thus far. Wesley shifted around in the chair trying to get comfortable, 'I should have took her back to the ship before seeking out Will, I acted without thinking...' Wesley scolded himself for being so quick to act. He had already apologized for dragging her into a dangerous situation, but he knew he would have to talk to her more later, if she still wanted to speak with him...
Wesley's eyes widened as Will went on to explain outline Jack's plan for getting him into Port Royale. The plan seemed dangerous, too dangerous for someone like Will to plan, his friend Jack Sparrow surely had to have a great part in the planning of such an undertaking. Wondering why anyone would brave such danger Wes remembered Jack mentioning the name Elizabeth, the same name of Will's ship, 'A coincidence?...I think not...' Wesley carefully considered his role in the plan before answering, 'If you think we can pull it off, you can count me in.' It pleased Wesley that Will trusted him enough to pull him from almost certain death.
"So, how did you come to meet this...Jack Sparrow?" he asked will before chancing another glance at Adrienne. He wished he could place his thoughts in her mind so she knew why he had acted the way he did and how truly sorry he was...
TBC:Will/Adrienne
Wesley set sail at 05:24 p.m. , Tuesday, September 2, 2003
Will looked at Adrienne's properly seated form and one eyebrow rose slowly. Another mystery of Ms. Adrienne. "ah yes, the Pearl. Well it was nice of you two to try to warn me, as I already know. Captian Jack Sparrow, the captian of the Black Pearl, was that rather strange looking gentleman you just saw me with." Will smiled slightly, and his eyes sparkled. The rum had long since stopped affecting him, he was merely enjoying himself. In fact he could see why Jack had liked dangling information in front of him.
"The little 'trick' he has planned would include my arrest by the british government. Then the infiltration of his troops by two of my most trusted pirates. One of them being you Wesley." Will pointed at Wesley and enjoyed the stunned look on his face. He was having far too much fun for this to be healthy. "And a great deal of other things. The good Commodore is really going to be out to get Jack after this." Not like he wasn't already, and Will was pretty sure the 'good commodore' would not mind seeing Will's neck at the end of a rope instead.
Will glanced around the Hoggs's head, that was twice that this grungy bar had yeilded up a surprisingly good bit of fun. And while he would again only be Jack's sidekick Will yeilded to the older pirates superior knowledge of the high seas. "What do you two think?"
TBC: Wesley/Adrienne
((ooc: Ask how I know Jack!))
Will set sail at 08:09 a.m. , Tuesday, September 2, 2003
Sitting down at the table, Adrienne crossed her legs at their ankles and listened to Will. “Well Wesley, Adrienne you have just witnessed Captain Jack Sparrow pull off one of his amazing tricks. Do you want to see another?” So, there were more? She had never heard of Jack Sparrow before, but apparently he might have been something of a legend in the Caribbean. “But first, did you two come looking for me?”
She nodded in response. “Actually, we did. As soon as Wesley,” she cocked her head in his direction, but her gaze remained trained on Will, “found out that the Pearl was docked here, he wanted to inform you. Though, it seems you already know.” She felt odd, appearing as if she had even the slightest clue of what was going on because she honestly didn’t.
As soon as she’d finished talking, her eyes studied the many chips and ridges on the table. She was trying hard not to look over at Wesley. Why had this upset her so much? All he did was draw his sword because he though his captain might be in trouble, and he’d even apologized. Was that so wrong? Though, she wasn’t sure if he’d been apologizing for that or for bringing her into the tavern in the first place, but that was beside the point. She had issues with herself that had to be worked out, and she had doubts about the intentions of everyone around her. In fact, she’d had trouble in the past with trusting people, but for some reason, while jumping into this situation she needed people to trust and trusted them without question. Now, she wasn’t sure if the only person she could ever really trust was back in England, her cousin. She was just beginning to regret leaving without a word to him, and it was too late.
Tipping her chin upwards, she glanced at Will and caught his eyes. She tried to smile, but the result was more of an expression that looked an awful like that of a little girl who’d lost her favorite doll. Knowing how she must look, she quickly turned away, pretending to focus on the activity at the bar. “So, your friend, Jack, what’s this other trick he has planned?” she asked Will, trying to change the subject of her thoughts.
TBC: Will/Wesley
Adrienne set sail at 12:51 p.m. , Monday, September 1, 2003
Tom was practically shaking inside as he faced the tall guy behind him. Tom was definitely shorter than the guy, so he had to sort of tilt his head upwards. A strong sort of scent of sweat came from the guy, a proof that this guy is really working hard.
"Tom, isn't it?" His voice was full of rather amusement and bluntness. "I'll give you one chance to move along without a problem like the lady asked. Move...now." He just shooed Tom off like a stray dog. Scared out of his mind on what he might do, he quickly moved along and not long enough he had disappeared in the rowdy crowd of Tortuga.
Curse it all! Tom spat by the alley as the wave of anger and disappointment took over him. He wanted to go back and beat the living daylights out of the guy and claim the damsel. The only thing holding him was the fear inside him. If only he wasn't so big...If only I wasn't so small and...Scrawny. He regretted thinking about his somewhat physical disadvantages in being a pirate. He clenched his fists harder and let the anger rise in him as he walked to the beach. There were a lot of people, mostly drunk, hanging around and he really didn't need the crowd at the moment so he found refuge a bit far away from the town.
He settled by a cliff over-looking the docks. He sat with his leg crossed and his arms crossing each other, to top it off he had a childish pout on his face. Now he truly looked like he was the young boy he was a couple of years ago when his older brother took his wooden sword and broke it. He was on the verge of tears, yet his pride as a man and stubbornness held it all back replacing it with rage. After staring for what seemed like an eternity at the Pearl by the docks, his eyebrows loosened up and the pout on his face was replaced with a sullen look. Not being able to stand his uncomfortable position any longer, he laid his head down the wet grass and used his hands as head support.
Maybe I'm not cut out to be a pirate after all. Tom lingered on the thought as he took a deep breath and stared at the bright stars hanging by the dark sky. He worked out possible reasons why this was true. One was because he didn't feel like one. Sure, he'd been with the Pearl for over a year now, but he didn't really feel like a pirate. He wasn't the best fighter of all or the greatest theif among the crew. Jack didn't seem to think so because Tom noticed that Jack seemed to favor him a lot. He probably pities poor little Tom. He thought miserably. Maybe I should just go back to England. He took another deep breath and this time closed his eyes. After all the only thing I'm good at is blacksmithing. I should just probably go back and handle the business since my good for nothing siblings are so incompetent. Tom felt a great pity for himself thinking about these kind of things. He didn't want to think about it, but no matter how much he thought about it seemed to loom all over him now. He tried to shake off the thought by jumping up and walking back to the ship. After all if he gave up being a pirate now he would only be letting down his father's last wish. And he really didn't want that. But still... He thought kicking the sand on the shore. He shook off the thought as soon as he reached the deck and found that Jack was already back. He took a deep breath and put on a grin on his face and shook off all his doubt and misery.
TBC: Anyone
Tom set sail at 10:40 p.m. , Sunday, August 31, 2003
As a pirate, Jack was a creature of the night. Usually it was because he would sail his precious ship alone, safely through the night as the crew slept. But tonight, the Black Pearl was safe in the harbor under the care of Mr. Cotton and his parrot and so Jack continued his wandering of Tortuga.
After leaving the Hog’s Head Jack didn’t enter any other tavern except one, to buy a bottle of rum which he now carried in the opposite hand of the British uniforms. It was a third gone already and Jack was getting tired of walking around the quiet town. He longed to feel the rocking of his ship under him again. While most men feel uncomfortable at sea and need to return to dry land, Jack was the other way around. If night and sea conceived an offspring, Jack would be that child.
Hoping that Carla and Rourke had done what he had asked of them, Jack felt the texture under him change from stone to wood. He looked up among the forest of masts and easily picked out the beautiful Pearl. She was smaller then many of the ships, but what she lost in girth, she made up with speed and grace. No ships danced the waves like his Pearl. He smiled despite himself, as he always did when he thought of his ship that was finally his again. There was nothing he loved more in the world.
Lost in thought, his boot carefully kicked something lying on the docks in the shadow of the Pearl. Jack looked down to see the girl from The Hogs Head asleep. He was surprised he hadn’t wakened her, for most thieves he knew slept lightly, but her sleep was deep from the pain that steamed from her wrist. Sighing deeply, Jack knew he should just leave her here but he couldn’t. The whole damn thing with the whelp and Elizabeth had given him a heart. Plus, he couldn’t help but see some of himself in the girl when he was that age.
Carefully so as not to wake her, he wrapped the bottle of rum up with the uniforms and stuffed it into one of the large pockets of his coat. Bending down, Jack carefully gathered the girl in his arms and headed up the gangplank. He got a questioning stare from the night watch but he only nodded his head with a Captain’s authority and the man looked away.
Taking smooth steps so as not to wake the sleeping girl, he entered his cabin and placed her carefully on the bed. Jack then took off her cloak and sword, putting on a nearby table so she would be able to see it when she awoke. Then he preceded to tend to her wrist, bandaging it as best he could until Gibbs returned. When he was finished, he left a candle burning so she would be able to see where she was if she awoke. Jack knew she wouldn’t be happy, but that was tough.
Then leaving his coat in the cabin, he left to enjoy the cool night air. Jack relieved the night watch and stood by the wheel of his ship, sipping rum and awaiting Gibbs with the supplies, Will with an acceptance of Jack’s proposal or anyone who wanted to come a calling to The Black Pearl this night. And also to figure out that damn buzzing that entered his mind, like a repressed memory, whenever he saw the brave young girl now sleeping in his cabin.
TBC: Anyone ((Hope Farrah doesn’t mind sleeping in a comfy bed rather then those hard docks…))
Capt'n Jack Sparrow set sail at 05:18 p.m. , Sunday, August 31, 2003
Wandering aimlessly through the now practically deserted streets, Farrah finally allowed herself to think about what had happened not even an hour ago.
She'd acquired a large amount of money from a man named Gibbs, then was confronted by none other than Captain Jack Sparrow of the infamous Black Pearl and a younger guy who had been referred to as whelp. Her rash plans to take revenge on the captain for her friend’s death were quickly tossed aside as she was greatly outnumbered and overpowered. Whelp continued to break her wrist, which Mr Sparrow pretended to be tending to while taking back the stolen money. He told her Nicky had, in fact, been killed by someone whose name started with a B, but she couldn’t remember what it was, and invited her back to his pirate ship so that her wrist could receive the proper care it needed.
Well, how’s that for turning your life upside down?
And then there was the attraction. No man had ever been able to catch her attention, let alone chase all rational thought out of her with only the sound of his voice. The way he dressed, how he carried himself; it was absurd, really. And yet, his close proximity was enough to get her all hot and bothered.
Sighing heavily, she dragged her eyes from the ground as she noticed she wasn’t walking on bricks anymore. With surprise, she noted that she’d unconsciously made her way to the docks. Curiosity refusing to just be thrown aside, her gaze lazily drifted over the ships, one in particular catching her attention. It was entirely black, including the sails.
“The Pearl,” she whispered, slowly walking nearer to it so she could get a closer look. It wan’t what she’d expected. Yes, it looked imposing and could undoubtedly strike fear into any sailor’s heart, but it was also beautiful.
Spotting some movement on the deck, she halted her approach, settling for just admiring it from the end of the dock instead. It was already past midnight, and the events of the day were starting to have an effect on her, making her sick through her knees and squat down on the rough wood, her legs dangling over the edge. Her wrist protested vehemently against every movement she made, so she tried to keep herself as still as possible.
In her mind, she could see Jack preparing himself for a good night’s rest, probably with the aid of alcohol. Rum, if she wasn’t mistaking. He’d first make sure his beloved ship was safe, before going below deck and taking residence in his Cabin, especially reserved for the Captain.
Her mouth opened in a jaw-cracking yawn and she leaned down until she felt her back connect with the dock. Exhaustion finally took the better of her and her eyes drooped closed as darkness took over. It wasn’t like she had anywhere else to be…
TBC: anyone that wants to wake her up in the morning. Just please don’t step on her wrist….
Farrah set sail at 08:43 p.m. , Sunday, August 31, 2003
Will had a smile flitting around his face while he watched Jack and Farrah. The smile had appeared around the time Jack had complemented him on his fancy sword work, something he had never done before. Will had no idea why it made him smile, maybe because he though of Jack as an 'older brother' figure. Something Jack would undoutably find amusing. Will watched as Jack left and then glanced at Farrah. He hoped she would not do anything stupid but then....Well, Will had become freinds with Jack because he was undeniably stupid.
Turning to Wesley and Adrienne he led them over the the table in the corner he had previously occupied. It was shadowed, and Will gave a glare to the rest of the room. The bar had gone back to regular business, if not to a regular noise level but it was getting there. "Well Wesley, Adrienne you have just witnessed Captain Jack Sparrow pull of one of his amazing tricks." Will smiled widely and mischevously at them both. "Do you want to see another?" Actually Will was wondering what the two of them were doing there. "But first, did you two come looking for me?"
TBC: Wesley, Adrienne, and Farrah if she wants.
Will set sail at 10:29 a.m. , Sunday, August 31, 2003
Completely drawn into watching the exchanges between Jack and Farrah, Adrienne had barely noticed when Will began speaking. “Everything’s fine, Wesley. Jack and I hit a bit of a snag...but he seems to be taking care of it. The girl took his pouch, Adrienne. Gibbs couldn’t refit the Pearl with out the gold.” Jack? She figured him to be the … curious pirate standing near Will. Gibbs? She noted the older fellow off to the side, and assumed it to be him. Thinking about what was said, she didn’t doubt that Will’s words were true. From what she knew of him, despite the fact that the amount was small, she knew him not to be a liar, but still the thief’s claims on Jack, if they were also true, were more than motives for her actions. If he had murdered someone … maybe Will had fallen in with the wrong crowd. Maybe he was the wrong crowd.
“Ah...I'm sorry about that, I thought...” She glanced at Wesley from the corner of her eyes as he spoke. He was talking to her, she knew, but she didn’t answer. Was he the wrong crowd as well? “If you want to return to the Elizabeth we can.” After throwing a quick glance at Will, she shook her head slightly. She didn’t want to leave without figuring this out.
Her attention returned to Jack and Farrah. The contention between the two seemed obvious, but then there was the feeling that something was amiss. Why did the girl think he was a murderer? Who had he killed? Or rather if he was the one speaking truthfully, who hadn’t he killed? Then as Jack went on to check her arm, he made a comment at Will. “Good job breaking her wrist, whelp.” Adrienne darted her eyes in the captain’s direction, holding a questioning gaze. She still felt for the girl; Farrah was alone and in pain now, but if she was too stubborn to take up Jack’s offer of help, which he had surprised Adrienne by offering it to the thief, it was her own fault.
As Jack and Farrah soon dispersed, Jack with a comment to Will about someone he called Elizabeth, Adrienne turned to face Will. Obviously, she now had all the more questions about him and his past, but she decided now wasn’t the best time to be interrogating him about them. Instead, she only said, “Well, now, that was very … interesting.”
TBC: Will/Wesley...or if perchance there is anyone else left in the place...
Adrienne set sail at 10:28 a.m. , Sunday, August 31, 2003
As he dangled the pouch in the air, Farrah had to restrain herself from just pouncing on him right then and there. The guy didn’t even give about her welbeing in the slightest, he just wanted the money back. That sneaky miscreant! She just wanted to wipe that smug look off his face, and…
Her eyes followed the money as it was thrown over to the little man she’d swiped it from before, and she couldn’t help but wink at the rather pathetic figure, making him swallow hard and cling tighter to the pouch.
“You’re a brave lass. Just don’t do anything else stupid...”
Anything else stupid? Who the hell did he think he was? Oh, he was going to get what was coming for him, one way or the other. Cocky son of a strumpet! She didn’t need his help, nor pity. Farrah had survived in Tortuga for ten freakin’ years now. Just because he looked absolutely delicious walking away from her, didn’t give him the right to talk to her like that.
So lost in her inner ravings, she almost failed to notice that he had turned around, and was giving her that smile again. The one that made her mouth dry and her pulse quicken. “Oh and lass, if ya change your mind, I’m sure you know where the docks are. Just be careful of pirates, savvy?” The wink at the end had her mind blanking, and her mouth opened and closed a few times, miserably trying to think of anything to say.
And then he was gone. Just like that. The man that she’d hated for so many years now, yet could reduce her to a bumbling fool with nothing but one of his gracious, drunken gestures. Could she trust him to tell her the truth? Or was he just like any other lying, conniving pirate on that side of the ocean?
God! This was just too damn much!
After sending one last glare in the direction Jack had disappeared to, Farrah knelt down, and carefully picked her sword from the ground with her unharmed arm, placing it back in its hilt. Her wrist hurt like hell, but as her eyes locked with that of the man who’d caused it, she found it impossible to resent him. It was then that she realized why. Will looked like her Nicky. The hair, the features, the stance. And then there were the two others. The lady and the gent. The way Wesley was standing next to Adrienne it was clear he cared for her deeply. This wasn’t just your ordinary crew. Maybe Jack was telling the truth…
A phantom of a smile seemed to appear on her lips, but it could just be the shadows playing tricks on her face. Without giving anyone the uppertunity to find out, she turned and stalked out of the Hogg’s Head.
TBC: Anyone...
Farrah set sail at 11:53 a.m. , Sunday, August 31, 2003
Jack just gave the lass an amused smile as he held up Gibbs’ money purse, which had ripped from the place on her belt the moment she had pulled away from him. Where her arm was broken hadn’t been the only thing Jack had been searching for. “Well then lass, I’ll be taking this back anyway.”
His smile was smug again as he turned to Will, grabbing the package with British uniforms in his other hand. “Well whelp, look’s like my business is done here. You know where to find me when you make up your mind about my proposal, just remember the reward my friend…seeing dear sweet Elizabeth again.”
Without looking he threw the bag of gold back to Gibbs, who almost dropped it. “This time don’t be losing that or I’ll be taking it back from your hide.” His voice dripped with malice for the benefit of the crowd, for Will, Jack and Gibbs knew he would never do such a thing. Jack was a showman by instinct.
Finally, he gave the girl a pitying glance. “You’re a brave lass. Just don’t do anything else stupid...” he trailed off and began walking out the door, Gibbs following him. Before he reached the door, he made a graceful turn and gave her that seductive smile again. “Oh and lass, if ya change your mind, I’m sure you know where the docks are. Just be careful of pirates, savvy?” Giving her a playful wink, he turned around again and walked out into the cool night air.
Outside the door, he and Gibbs parted ways, Gibbs off to do his duty before his purse was stolen again, Jack walking down the street. It was late and the usual revelers were finding places indoors to continue their merry making. Jack loved the quiet of the night air and walked slowly, relishing it and wondering how long it would take the girl to come after him…
TBC: Farrah/Will/Anyone really…
Capt'n Jack Sparrow set sail at 11:46 p.m. , Saturday, August 30, 2003
A nagging bit of Carla's brain told her she should be doing what Jack told her to, finding a crew, doing her duty to her captain and her ship. That part was quickly beaten down by all of the other parts of her brain, and sent to the back of the line. I'll do it later, she promised herself mentally, wading through the dirty crowd that was Tortuga.
Although she wasn’t born there, Carla had a lot of ties to Tortuga. A relative here or there, a few men, even a few women, and unfinished business. Knowing that there was a bastard out there, spending her money, using information he’d weaseled from her, sleeping with disease-ridden whores and living as if he hadn’t wronged her, made her antsy. The antsier she got, the angrier she got, and the worse off the jerk would be in the end. The sooner she could end this, the better, she thought. Not that he wouldn’t deserve what he had coming to him.
Her hand hovering near her knife, she made her way along the main strip of the town, looking for a suitable place to perch while she waited to pounce. She’d met him in the Hog’s Head, but she’d also met Jack there- she didn’t need any reminder of the tasks at hand until she’d settled this. They’d just serve as a distraction, and he could slip away. She settled on the Bell and Hook, another hook-up point they’d had, and pushed her way past a drunken slob, going into the building and scanning the crowds for an all-too-familiar face.
“You never change, Lewis,” murmered Carla, amused, spotting the offender surrounded by alcohol and prostitutes. To add insult to injury, she’d even known once for years. She’d cared for the girl, Jessie, as a child, of all things! Striding up to Lewis, she pushed away the girls, taking his hand out from under Jessie’s skirts. “It’s a shame,” she said to the girl, manhandling her out of the way, “you could’ve made something out of your life. Like mother, like daughter, I suppose.” The girl’s face flushed dark red in anger and she opened her mouth to protest, but Carla moved on, pouting her lips at Lewis and straddling his lap, much to his delight.
“Remember me?” asked Carla, one hand trailing down his face, the other subtly removing her knife from her belt. His hands slid up to the small of her back, and down to her rear, pulling the pirate closer to him. It took all she had not to just take the knife to him right then and there, but she managed to restrain herself, despite almost feeling sick.
Lewis smirked at her, and Carla was urged to smack the expression right off of his face. He was so full of himself, so cocky, and he’d scammed her. He’d won over Carla, THE Carla, and made off with what she had. She’d let her guard down, and here he was, acting like he was king of the world. Oh, how she would’ve loved to have made a big scene, put him out of commission for good, and made sure nobody else ever tried to pull something on her again- but no, quiet and subtle would work just fine for now. “How could I forget,” he said, looking like he’d done something he should be proud of.
Her hand curving around the back of his neck, she purred, trying to keep her voice from sounding cold, “And do you remember what you did to me?” Lewis obviously took this the opposite way of how she’d intended it, and his hand reached for her chest. Carla’s hand shot out and grabbed his wrist before he made contact, taking a split second to bring her knife around to the front of his pants. “I remember what you did to me,” she said, her voice still seductive. “How I woke up in a rank-smelling room with no clothes, no money, and a nasty hangover. How you lied to me, and got my captain hung. I remember that, do you?” she asked, the knife dangerously close to doing some seriously emotionally scarring damage. Lewis whimpered audibly, and Carla’s hands patted along his waist and leg, looking for money.
Finding what she was looking for, she shook the change purse a bit, listening to the sound of coins, satisfied. “This should make up for it,” she said cheerily, her nose practically touching his. “Now, for using me like that…” She let the tip of the knife pierce his skin, and he yelped in pain. Pulling the knife back and setting it back into her belt, she patted him on the shoulder. “I’m not like you,” she said coldly. “As much as I’d love it, I don’t need to cause any more pain than I have to.” Getting up, she leaned in and kissed him. “Next time I see you, I want you to make it up to me.” Looking back over her shoulder at him, she added, “And cut your hair. Maybe take a bath.” She walked away, blending into the crowd and staying out of Lewis’s sight.
Carla had never told anyone about what had happened with her last ship. Yes, it was common knowledge that the captain had been caught and hung by the East India Company, but nobody knew why, or how, he’d been captured. Carla felt responsible, hell, even mutinous- hadn’t she betrayed him? In a drunken, passionate stupor, she’d let slip his location to an informant. She hadn’t known who he was, or what he did, but still, it was partially her fault. Shaking her head, she cleared all thoughts of the issue from her head, spotting Rourke sitting in a corner, rather inconspicously.
“You know, your face will freeze like that,” she said sweetly, trying to be annoying, as she slid into a seat next to him. Her gaze followed his into the crowd, trying to figure out what he was looking like. “It’s not a girl, you look to angry for that,” she said, before going silent. Let him talk if he wanted to, she thought. Until then, drink and enjoy what shore time you can get.
TBC: Rourke, whoever.
Carla set sail at 08:13 p.m. , Saturday, August 30, 2003
Instead of the fierce reaction she had expected, the man’s lips merely twisted into a smug looking smile, making a small shiver run through her body. With all her might, she tried to conceal it and just glared at him, imagining how his friends’ reaction would be if she started bashing Jack’s skull in with her broken arm. Seriously, it was worth the pain.
“Aye lass, you’re right about one thing, I am a pirate. A damned honorable one, no thanks to whelp who kindly broke your arm I see…Painfully good with that sword, ain’t he? But Capt’n Jack Sparrow is no murderer.”
An honorable pirate? There was no such thing. All of them were lowlifes with no sense of morals of standards whatsoever. Foul-
”I’m sure,” he continued, cutting off her inner ramblings. “The murder you are accusing me of can be accredited to the former captain of the Black Pearl, Barbossa, vile, cursed scum of the earth who, yes love, was a pirate. As you can see, we’re not all the same.” He finished off with a seductive smile that sent the blood rushing to her cheeks. What the bloody hell was wrong with her? She must be sick. Had to be. She’d never blushed in her entire life! Maybe there was something in the rum, or some kind of Sparrow decease, which was extremely contagious. Most of the strumpets kept Jack in their sight non-stop, and that wasn’t normal, right?
Just as he released her chin, she found herself ducking her head to hide the scarlet quality her cheeks had acquired, and cursed herself for being this weak.
Barbossa? The name sounded somewhat familiar, but that didn’t mean it was true. Of Captain Jack Sparrow, however, she had heard, and it was told lies came as smoothly to him as air. Why should she believe him? Of course he didn’t want people running around, trying to kill him! But on the other hand, he could’ve just killed her from the start, and not even bother with wasting precious time on some girl.
As she could see him reaching out to take hold of her injured arm, she jumped back out of instinct. What did he think he was doing? Why would he help? Ugh! She was getting more and more frustrated by the second with all these questions floating through her mind. But that smile…. That drop-dead-gorgeous smile.
The second time he reached for her, she let him, flinching as a surge of pain seared through her arm, almost making it impossible for her to muffle a small whimper.
“Good job breaking her wrist, whelp.”
Jack told Mr Nice Guy, never once taking his eyes off her. Farrah just glared at him, challenging him to do… what? “Gibbs, the bumbling fellow over there who you kindly relieved of our supply money, can fix this easily. But, it would involve you coming back with us to my ‘pirate’ ship And giving him back what you stole.” He paused, before leaning in closer, whispering the next part in her ear. “You won’t find anyone else in Tortuga who will help you like this lass. And what good is a thief with a broken wrist, savvy?”
The feel of his hot breath against her neck was almost intoxicating, and her body trembled against her orders. The bastard! I’ll show him-
The young woman’s eyes grew wide as she realized what he’d actually said. To the ship? Her last memory of being on a pirate ship was more of a nightmare, and she didn’t care to relive it. “No,” she said sternly, drawing her self away from his fiercely, making her wince as her arm was ripped from his hands. “I’m alright. I can take care of myself.” Her eyes were murderous as they focussed on his.
TBC: Jack
Farrah set sail at 04:16 a.m. , Sunday, August 31, 2003
Oliver, being the ever charmer that he was, bowed gracefully to the two people Elizabeth had introduced him too. Emma was quite lovely indeed, almost rivaling Elizabeth, thought it was hard to tell who had the more natural beauty with both of them decked out in their finest. “Always a pleasure to meet another beautiful young lady.”
When Oliver turned his attention to the Commodore, he couldn’t fight the smugness that entered his smile. “Ah, yes, Commodore Norrington. We spoke earlier this week about my father request to try to set up a market for oriental goods in the Caribbean. Always a pleasure to converse with a man of your high standing.” Of course, when the British naval men had searched the Orient Sun upon it’s arrival in port, they had missed the opium cargo, which hadn’t been that will hidden in the first place. And as far as the Commodore was concerned, he had heard the stories about how soft he was, letting the feared pirate Jack Sparrow get away because it was the wish of his sweet heart. Oliver considered himself much more cunning then that pirate and knew it would be easy doing his business under the Commodore’s very nose.
Being the ladies man, he again turned his attention to Elizabeth and Emma. “I will have to bring by a sample of our goods for the ladies, for we brought a load of some of the finest silks from all of China. Of course, they would only compliment the beauty before me for nothing could enhance it anymore with blinding every poor male in sight.” He smoothly transitioned the conversation elsewhere, as he hadn’t paid them a compliment at all. “Come, the party seems to have started without us. Shall we?” With that, he offered his arm to Elizabeth.
TBC: Elizabeth, James, Emma or anybody who wants to just slap him ;)
Oliver Paris set sail at 09:37 p.m. , Saturday, August 30, 2003
Jack couldn’t help but smile at the girl’s reaction to his questions and his touch. The poor girl had started out wanting to kill him and now he could tell, was obviously attracted to him. What an ironic twist of fate this was. This could be used to Jack’s advantage. Despite the girl’s weak struggling, Jack could see that his smile sent a shiver through her body and that it only made his smile more smug. He was defiantly going to use this.
“Aye lass, your right about one thing, I am a pirate. A damned honorable one, no thanks to whelp who kindly broke your arm I see…Painfully good with that sword ain’t he? But Capt’n Jack Sparrow is no murderer.” He spat the word like it was something foul. ”I’m sure the murder you are accusing me of can be accredited to the former captain of the Black Pearl, Barbossa, vile, cursed scum of the earth who, yes love, was a pirate. As you can see, we’re not all the same.” His voice was a smooth as silk, almost a purr. His seductive smile reached his eyes, trying with all his might to seduce the girl more to the fact that he spoke the truth then anything else. Of all the things he didn’t want to do at the moment, one of them was to hurt her. And another one was to figure out the nagging feeling in the back of his mind that kept vying for his attention.
Slowly, he let both her chin and her hand go and went to examine the hurt arm she cradled to her chest. To Jack’s surprise, she let him, though he could tell her muscles were clenched like a cat ready to spring. With expert fingers, he found that her wrist was broken, but it was a clean break that could be easily healed if one knew the proper way, which Gibbs did. Jack knew he could use this also to his advantage in swaying the girl to quit trying to blame a murder obviously done by Barbossa on him. And she was a pretty little thing…
Carelessly, he called over his shoulder to Will. “Good job breaking her wrist, whelp.” He didn’t turn around but instead looked directly into her eyes. “Gibbs, the bumbling fellow over there who you kindly relieved of our supply money, can fix this easily. But, it would involve you coming back with us to my ‘pirate’ ship Aand giving him back what you stole.” He paused slightly for effect, giving this time to sink in, before adding softly only for her ears, “You won’t find anyone else in Tortuga who will help you like this lass. And what good is a thief with a broken wrist, savvy?”
TBC: Farrah
Capt'n Jack Sparrow set sail at 09:17 p.m. , Saturday, August 30, 2003
Wesley felt Adrienne step away from him when he had unsheathed his sword. He hazarded a glance in her dirction before snapping his attention back on the others. Wesley cursed himself for dragging Adrienne into whatever he had just led them into. He recognized a look of confusion on her face, truth was, Wesley didn't have the slightest idea of what was going on either. What had prompted him to draw his sword was the other man, the eccentric looking one, who had his blade bared, not the woman.
Wesley waited until Will had sheathed his sword to put away his own. "Everythings fine, Wesley. Jack and I hit a bit of a snag...but he seems to be taking care of it." Will assured Wesley. 'Jack must be the other one,' Wesley concluded. Will continued, this time speaking to Adrienne, The girl took his pouch Adrienne. Gibbs couldn't refit the Pearl with out the gold." Wesley nodded his eyebrows arching slightly in surprise, though he still really had no idea what was going on, 'So the 'Pearl' does exist...' Wesley absent mindedly wondered what other parts of the story were true.
Wesley looked back at Adrienne, giving her an apologetic look. He stepped closer to her, "Ah...I'm sorry about that, I thought..." Wesley shook his head and looked down. After a second he looked back at Adrienne, "If you want to return to the Elizabeth we can." Part of Wesley wanted to stay in the Hogs Head, something didn't feel right. Another part of him wanted to take Adrienne back the ship, away from this dangerous place. Wesley watched as the woman struggled against Jack's grip, her cries of "Liar" and "Pirate" struck Wesley for some reason. Something definently wasn't right here...
TBC: Any Present
Wesley set sail at 07:44 p.m. , Saturday, August 30, 2003
Will sheathed his sword when Jack waved him off and stepped back slightly. Turning his head away from Jack and Farrah Will said to Wesley. "Everythings fine, Wesley. Jack and I hit a bit of a snag...but he seems to be taking care of it." Will glanced back at the pair, and averted his eyes. It seemed to be very personal.
Looking at Adrienne and noticing her unhappy, puzzled expression Will said. "The girl took his pouch Adrienne. Gibbs couldn't refit the Pearl with out the gold." Will did not go into detail, and did not realize he had mentioned both Jack Sparrow and the Black Pearl to his crew. Those were two things he did not broach with other pirates, as he wanted to make a name for himself and not to be constantly asked if the pirates were really cursed. He also did not notice Adrienne's more puzzled expression, and Wesley's surprised one. Then Will went back to watching Farrah and Jack, as the scene had just gotten interesting again.
Will set sail at 06:56 p.m. , Saturday, August 30, 2003
Surprise. That’s what Farrah experienced as she watched the Captain put away his cutlass, motioning for his friends to do the same. What was he doing? He was supposed to be vicious, seeking her blood for being as foolish as to even raise a weapon in his direction. He was supposed to look cruel and malicious, not appear to study her with that dark, enticing gaze. How dare he look so tempting! Bloody, manipulating bastard!
A sharp gasp escaped her as she suddenly found herself face to face with the man, her chin captured in his strong grip. He was so close, she could smell him if she just leaned a little bit forward. He smelled like the sea. Like the rum she’d drink night after night, if only to forget about the past, her stealing, her existance. Like the salty air she’d follow down to the docks, just to be feel nearer to the deep, blue-green depths, which now held both her mother and father.
For the second time that night, she found she couldn’t tear her gaze from his. The eyes. They mesmerized her, drawing her in till she felt she was going to join her parents in their eternal residal under the water's surface. What was he doing to her? How was he able to make a tingle travel down her whole body with just one single touch, and have it come back up again just with his stare? Damn him! Curse him for making her own body betray her! She’d dreamed of this moment for so long. Dreamed of facing the one responsible for Nicholas’ death. Why weren’t things going as planned? Why wasn’t he on the floor, awaiting his imminent death in great pain? Why didn’t she want him to be?
No! She wanted him there! She did! She had for years now, and that couldn’t just change in one mere moment. With one simple glance in his gorgeous eyes! Impossible!
Realizing that she’d been holding her breath, which was quite a difficult task, since she was already short of it, she let it out in one explosive sigh, quickly drawing new air into her lungs again.
Almost out of its own accord, one hand curled into a fist and rushed at his head, ready to give him enough incentive to let go of her. That little voice in the back of her head decided to speak up again, telling her she didn’t really want him to release her.
Instead of colliding with his jaw, like it was meant to, the man easily caught her hand, steadily holding it in his own. Could he hear her heart doing backflips in her chest? She prayed to god and the devil he didn’t.
If he did, he fortunately didn’t show it, and just opened his mouth, a string of words rolling smoothly off his tongue. For the first time, she noticed the slurred quality of his words, and wondered if he was drunk. It would certainly explain the strange walk.
“Why do you call me murderer lass? I only kill when I have to or it is deserved…What have I ever done to you?”
This fuelled her anger again. He didn’t know! He didn’t even bloody know! But how could he? He killed so many people; it was impossible to keep track of them, right? Besides, time flies when you’re having fun. He probably doesn’t even remember most of the deaths he left in his wake. Same shit, different day.
“Liar,” she hissed with enough venom to shame the most poisenous of snakes. “Pirate!”
Struggling against his grip, she tried to get free, but failed miserably.
If she could just get away from him, she could think straight again…
TBC: Jack
Farrah set sail at 09:55 p.m. , Saturday, August 30, 2003
Had Rourke had a mother to speak of, she probably would have told him that scowling would ruin his face, but he neither had a mother nor cared, and as he sat in the back corner of the tavern Bell and Hook, he scowled out at the night life of Tortuga. He would have liked to have partaken in the sins of Tortuga, but he simply couldn't. He was consumed by revenge.
Taking a sip of his grog, a foul drink but strong enough to put most grown men out, he watched the shadowy figures in the opposite corner and wondered vaguely if they were East India agents. Just because one was paranoid, he surmised, didn't mean they weren't out to get him.
He set his mug down on the wooden table and he watched and waited.
TBC: Anyone who wanders into the tavern . . .
Rourke set sail at 03:41 p.m. , Saturday, August 30, 2003
The door opened to reveal a man Elizabeth had never seen before. He was not unattractive by any stretch of the imagination, there was just something . . . slightly 'off' about him. He stopped and looked up at her as she descended the stairs. “You must be Elizabeth Swann, your beauty in person outshines the outstanding praise I have heard,” he said to her.
She smiled out of politeness, and there was yet another knock at the door, but she continued down the steps until she stood in front of the man who had introduced himself as 'Oliver Paris'. "I am Elizabeth Swann," she answered, "but you flatter." She offered a hand to him, and the servant went to answer the door. "Welcome to my father's house," she told Oliver.
The guests at the front door were Emma and James, whose faces she had been privileged to see only hours prior. "Emma, commodore," she greeted them. "I am so pleased you could make it. Events such as this one can be dreadfully tedious without the faces of friends." She greeted both of them and then turned back to Oliver.
"I have just had the privilege of meeting Mr. Paris here," she said to Emma and James. "Emma Preston, Oliver Paris. And Mr. Paris, I suspect you know Commodore Norrington, if you have spent any time in Port Royale at all."
TBC: Oliver, James, Emma, anyone else
Elizabeth set sail at 03:35 p.m. , Saturday, August 30, 2003
Jack wasn’t surprised when the girl suddenly attacked him and his sword seemed to just suddenly appear in his hand, parrying her blow easily. It also didn’t surprised Jack when Will drew his own sword did one of his fancy tricks to get her to drop it. It was always a painful memory for Jack to remember how Will had almost bested Jack in the smithy, and Jack had to admit, he was a bit jealous of the boy’s skill, especially that sword throwing trick. He’d always liked that one, especially since it had saved him from breaking his neck.
He glanced between Will and the young thief as another young man, accompanied by a very startled young women who looked out of place in the Hogs Head and Jack guessed from the way he spoke that they were members of Will’s crew. Now it was three swords against one unharmed thief and as much as Jack usually liked those odds, this girl didn’t pose much of threat, especially to Jack himself. Slowly he re sheathed his sword and held up a hand to Will and his crewmate to tell them to let him handle this.
In a sudden movement, Jack was in front of her, her chin in his brown hand. His dark rimmed eyes scanned her face, which was unfit for one who had been born and raised in Tortuga. Her eyes were defiant, her face shaped in common beauty. Her accent had changed suddenly to one Jack had heard before, but never before in Tortuga. She was no whore or whore’s child. She was of noble blood and something in the back of his head was trying to remember something, but what Jack didn’t have to time or patience to recall at the moment. He felt one of her hands come up to strike him and he caught it in his other hand. With his eyes never leaving her face, he asked softly, “Why do you call me murderer lass? I only kill when I have to or it is deserved…What have I ever done to you?”
TBC: Farrah ((or Will/Wesley if they have anything to say at the moment…))
Capt'n Jack Sparrow set sail at 02:54 p.m. , Saturday, August 30, 2003
As Wesley sent Tom away, Adrienne realized that she had stopped breathing. She opened her mouth and drew in a long and deep breath. The air wasn’t particularly fresh, she noticed, tasting the staleness of it, but it would do. She was watching Tom disappear when Wesley addressed her. “You ok? This place has some very unsavory people in it.”
She moved her eyes to look at him from their corners. Slowly nodding, she replied. “I’m fine.” Then as he went on to suggest finding Will, she simply nodded again, although, her second nod was much more convincing than the first.
Walking where she was guided, she tried not to focus on the people whom she viewed as unfortunate souls. Though, from their appearances, many seemed to be having the time of their life. Soon she was led to The Hog’s Head. Approaching the door, she wondered what she was getting herself into, but she resisted the urge to pull Wesley closer. Maybe the move wasn’t the wisest. Perhaps the illusion of a romance between them would have been a good way to keep the rowdy drunks away, but it seemed as if nearly every pair or eyes in the place were trained on something, or someone else. Adrienne’s own eyes followed the gazes of the others’ and landed on Will. So, with a drawn sword, he was definitely there, him along with two others. The first, standing alongside him, was a slightly shorter man, but he appeared a great deal more imposing. His hair was intriguing with its various decorations, but what she really noticed were his eyes. Their already striking intensity was doubled with the effect that their black outline produced. She wondered what kind of a man would pay that sort of attention to his appearance, not that it was a nice, clean one by any means, just … peculiar. The third figure was entirely different altogether. This one, a woman, it seemed put a lesser effort into how she portrayed herself. Her features seemed harsh, but Adrienne thought that she saw something in her eyes. Somehow they didn’t seem as threatening as they were supposed to. Adrienne noticed that this young woman was the intended target of Will and the other man’s swords, but for that same reason that was held in her eyes, she didn’t see her as a danger or a bad person.
She followed Wesley and saw him draw his own sword. Confused due to her lack of information on what was happening, she shook her arm away from him. This didn’t seem right at all, and she hoped that Will and his companion weren’t trying to rob this woman. She looked poor enough as it was. Adrienne couldn’t help the sympathy that she began feeling, though, she stayed silent, unwilling to misjudge the situation.
TBC: Anyone in the building... ^^
Adrienne set sail at 02:53 p.m. , Saturday, August 30, 2003
The fact that another man had joined their little party hadn’t registered in her mind, until she could hear a voice cutting through the silence, interrupting the turmoil that was her mind. All the delicious, slow ways of ending the Pearl’s captain life that had been flashing before her eyes were cut off abruptly, almost making her jump in surprise.
But she didn’t. She couldn’t. Farrah was frozen to the spot, eyes focused solely on the man before her, not even noticing that they had captured the attention of most people present.
"Now Jack,” the new guy said, his tone surprisingly warm and soothing to her ears. “I'm sure the young lady would be more then happy to turn over your purse again.”
She wanted to scoff at this. Curse the man for making such a foolish statements without even knowing what the scores were. Scream at him for making her resolve weaken just by opening his mouth. Didn’t he know what his friend did? Didn’t he know what this vile pirate deserved?
About to let her blood-seeking sword take another swing at Jack again, she could hear the familiar sound of metal colliding with metal echo in her ears and tremors took over her arm, making her feel like every wave broke another series of bones that didn’t even existed.
Her grip on the weapon faltered, and it fell at her feet loudly as her left hand flew out to nurse the right. Gritting her teeth, it took her all her might not to cry out in pain. She’d held on much too long.
Looking up, she was ready to attack the person that had dared to take her sword from her, and was surprised to find that his gaze were even calmer than his voice, silently urging her to just give it up.
For a split moment, her eyes softened, but it was gone too soon for anyone to notice. Instead, she just turned her ice towards Jack again, scowling.
“Why?” she spit at Will, doing nothing to mask the complete and utter disgust. “Why do you defend this murderer?” Her accent was forgotten in all the commotion.
With every heavy breath she took, the strands of jet-black hair that had fallen carelessly in front of her face fluttered slightly. Her expression was twisted in one of loathing, which didn’t quite fit her, but suited her posture perfectly. Her whole body was tense, rigid with bottled up anger. Two new figured had joined them, obviously knowing Mr Nice Guy.
If somebody were to compare her to Adrienne, the first thing they’d notice was the lack of care Farrah had for her appearance. She wasn’t anywhere near a lady, having neglected herself fully. Her face was covered in dirt, as if someone had wiped at it but only succeeded in making it worse. Clothes were torn to the point of exposes several small patches of skin, which had a deep tan to them, covering the already somewhat coloured Spanish skin.
No, she wasn’t a lady at all. But if you looked closely enough, under all the grime and grease, there was pretty, young thief. Maybe even beautiful.
TBC: Anyone!
Farrah set sail at 07:22 p.m. , Saturday, August 30, 2003
Wesley was elated when Adrienne accepted his arm. He led them through the rowdy streets of Tortuga, looking for anythin gof interest. This having been the first time he had ever been to Tortuga Wesley didn't really have a destination in mind. Several times he thought about entering on of the crowded bars and offering to buy Adrienne a drink, but an outbreak of shouting, fighting and other less savory pursuits made him rethink it. There was no need to make her more uncomfortable than she already was, her mood was obvious by the way she had cluthced Wesley's arm tighter.
He was about to ask her if she wanted to return to the Elizabeth when Adrienne stepped away from him. Turning he saw that she was walking towards a young boy, 'Probably the child of one of those women...' Wesley thought as glanced further on down the street, a group of women milled about, their clothing barely covering them. Wesley looked back to Adrienne just as the young boy she was walking towards darted down a back alley. For a second Wesley thought Adrienne was going to follow the boy, but much to his relief she turned around and started to walk back.
Wesley frowned when he saw the younger man approaching her. At that moment a small group of men stumbled out of a bar, blocking Wesley's path to Adrienne. Wesley could only watch as the man talked to Adrienne about something, 'He better not be saying what I think he is...for his sake.' When Adrienne folded her arms and turned away Wesley knew his guess to be right. He started to make his way through the drunken mob in front of him, pushing a few of the men out of the way and drawing more than his fair share of curses. Wesley was only a few steps away from the boy when he heard him speaking, "...Ah, yes very rude of me not to introduce myself! I'm Tom Moore, crew of the Black Pearl," That made Wesley pause for a second,'The Black Pearl...here?!?' Still a few steps away he could only watch as the man took her hand and gave it a kiss. "At your service Miss." Scowling, Wesley covered the last few steps quickly, stopping directly behind the smaller man. "What's the fine young lady's name? Or should I just call you poppet for tonight?"
“My name isn’t of your concern,” spat Adrienne. “Now, if you wouldn’t mind, I’ll ask you to leave me.” Before the younger man could respond to Adrienne Wesley clamped a hand down on his shoulder. Wesley glared at the man from under his hat, the man smiled weakly. Wesley glanced at Adrienne, then back to the man in front of him, 'Tom, he had said his name was Tom...' Wesley stpped closer to Tom and glared own at him, when he spoke his tone was sharp and seething, "Tom, isn't it?" it wasn't a question, "I'll give you one chance to move along without a problem like the lady asked. Move...now."
Wesley watched as Tom hurried down the street and disappered into the crowd. He turned back to Adrienne, "You ok? This place has some very unsavory people in it." He looked around, making sure Tom hadn't circled around behind them, Wesley was confident he had discouraged the boy. "I think we need to find Will, if the 'Black Pearl' is really here he needs to know about it." Letting Adrienne hook her arm through his onc again he started down the street in search of some of his other crew mates. After finding a few of them still awake and coherent, he inquired to the whereabouts of the Captain. He was pointed in the direction of 'The Hogs Head'
Wesley led Adrienne through the crowded streets of Tortuga, finally reaching 'The Hogs Head.' He felt uncomfortable taking her into such a place but the Captain needed to be informed and he hoped she wouldn't object. The first thing Wesley saw when he entered was that almost everyone's attention was centerd on the same part of the room. The second thing he noticed was Will Turner, his captain, standing with his sword unsheathed. Also standing with his sword drawn was a rather eccentric looking man, and a woman, who looked very mad, a sword laying at her feet. Wesley guided Adrienne behind him as he crossed the floor, unsheathing his sword and holding it low. Stopping behind his captain Wesley eyed the others, "Will, is there a problam here?"
TBC:Anyone in 'The Hogs Head'
Wesley set sail at 10:16 a.m. , Saturday, August 30, 2003
Will's mind had hit something of a brick wall when Jack had said "you get caught". Some part of his mind was enjoying the brilliance of Jack's plan, another part was screaming for Jacks blood. And yet another was imagining Elizabeth's reaction when he went to see her. “No worries mate, Norri can’t know all of his men by face, now can he? I’d suggest you pick two men that you would trust with your life, because you’re going to have too…” Will thought about that, his amazed reaction being replaced by a thoughtful one, so even if Jack had been watching he would not be able to relish Will's reaction for long.
Will tried to figure out who he would trust. Wesley was a definite, and if not for her sex he would have said Adrienne. However Adrienne was a member of the fairer sex, and a rather pretty one at that so she was out. Jacoby rubbed him the wrong way, though the writer would curse being deprived of this material. Still, he was not up to the job. Dagg however.....Dagg would do.
Then Will watched with astonisment as Jack moved towards a cloaked figure. Who had apparently stolen Gibb's purse and then his astonishment doubled as the theif whipped around, her cloak opening. Revealing the theif to be a girl. Will was already up and moving as the woman struck at Jack and Jack parrayed. Some eyes in the pub glanced at him with eyes full of surprise.
Calmly Will said in an even voice. "Now Jack, I'm sure the young lady would be more then happy to turn over your purse again." Will unsheathed his sword and slapped Farrah's blade in such a way that it would force the holder to drop it or seriously hurt their arm. Though usually the shock of a shaking blade made them drop it.
TBC: Jack, Farrah
Will set sail at 09:04 a.m. , Saturday, August 30, 2003
A small groan escaped her as a rather peculiar man stood up and slowly started makinghis way over to where she was seated. Normally, her first instinct was to run, but for some strange and unknown reason, she found it physically impossible to tear her gaze away from this figure. His black-brown hair had beads and glass bits and a stick of ivory on the left side, along with other doodads. The faded, red bandana seemed to do a pretty good job of keeping his dreadlocks and braids in control, al the while keeping all the hair out of his face, which had the most beautiful eyes she’d ever seen. They were heavily outlined with what she guessed to be ochre, making his gaze even more intense as he approached her. He was quite handsome, really, and she found herself drawn to this person.
All this, of course, she’d taken in within mere moment, before the situation knocked her awake again and made her turn away from him. She was the thief, she had his money, she needed to get out of there. Fast.
Letting her drink finally reach her lips, she drained it in one large gulp, then put it down on the bar rather carelessly, letting the loud thud resound through the establishment. Gibbs’ wide-eyed stare had turned into a mischievous expression as he proceeded to watch the scene, and she found herself silently scowling at the loathsome man.
“Now mate, I believe you have something that belongs to me friend here. And being as this man is a crew member aboard my ship, I’ll be asking ya nicely on his behalf.”
As these words left him, she could feel her fists balling and her gut clenching. He was a pirate. A filthy, despicable pirate! She felt disgusted with herself that she’d even considered this monster to be attractive! The thought alone made her want to hurl.
Twisting on her seat so that her back was facing him, she stood up and was already on her way towards the door when his next words hit her.
“My ship is the Black Pearl, maybe you’ve heard of it?”
An onslaught of memories attacked her, making her come to an abrupt stop, almost doubling over. Breathing seemed to be forgotten as it all came back to her painfully.
“Blake, ye’ll never guess what I saw! A pirate ship!”
“Will you stop bothering me? We see those everyday.”
“No, ye don’ get it! This one had black sails! It’s the Black Pearl! It’s real, B!”
He had that familiar glint in his eyes again. “Nicky? Please don’t tell me you did anything incredibly stupid. Don’t you dare.”
The older boy’s grin only widened. “I saw one o’ the crewmembers and swiped his sword. Guess they aren’t as smart as the stories say, aye?”
“What? You bleedin’ bastard! What if they find you? They’ll kill you! Do you even know-“
“Calm down. There’s no way they’ll find me. It’s me, remember? King of thieves!” I couldn’t help but let out a small laugh at that. “I’ve never been found before, and don’t intend to now. But I gotta go; Amy’s waiting for me. See ye later, kid.”
But that was six years ago, and she was still waiting for him to show up and start telling her how silly she was for worrying over him. He was the King of Thieves, and he could take care of himself. Tell her that what she’d been told wasn’t true. That her that they didn’t find him that night. That it wasn’t his body they found lifeless at the docks.
The Black Pearl. They killed her Nicky. They’d taken the only real friend she ever had.
A little voice in the back of her head ordered her to just keep walking, and just forget about it. Can’t change the past, better you have a future. But Farrah couldn’t hear it, her quickly rising anger drowning it out.
A low growl escaped her throat, and before she knew it, she had whipped around and had her sword searing through the air at an amazing speed. It would’ve ruthlessly torn at his neck if not for the captain’s reflexes. Hate came out of her eyes in flames, assaulting him with its heat.
With the action, her cloak had fallen open, revealing a dirty brown pair of pants which didn't quite fit her and had to be held up by two large belts, where the sheath of her sword clung to. The entirely too large, once white shirt draped over her figure, hiding all of her feminine curves, just like it was supposed to, and had lost its buttons at the top, making it difficult to keep the collar from sliding down her shoulders.
She knew that she could never beat this man. Knew that she didn’t stand a chance. She had the speed, but didn’t have the skill, and he could take care of her without even breaking a sweat, but she didn’t care. All she could see was rage.
All she cared about was revenge.
TBC: Jack/Will
Farrah set sail at 11:13 a.m. , Saturday, August 30, 2003
Jack couldn’t help but laugh softly at Will’s sudden enthusiasm. He gave the boy a playful, yet flirtatious wink. “Now that’s not what I had in mind when I said it. But I just happen to have a plan for stealing a load of tobacco out of Port Royale tomorrow and might be able to arrange a little sight seeing to the Governor’s place, just for you whelp.” He caught the sudden change in Will’s attitude when the young man realized that he would have to tell his crew about what happened involving Jack and the Black Pearl. It hurt Jack slightly that the boy didn’t want it to be known that they were friends, but when trying to make a name for yourself, you don’t want your friends to overshadow you, that Jack could understand. “And as far as telling the crew, just say that your father was good mate of mine and I asked you to help me. As matter of fact, I could use more men and it ain’t that far from the truth, since I know you’re probably still the honest type.”
Taking another sip of rum, Jack allowed Will to process that as he quickly re thought the details of his plan. It was then that the barkeep came over to their table, a package wrapped in greasy brown paper in his hand. “You should have stayed at the bar Jack, almost thought you had left with out what you had come for.” The man caught sight of Will and realized he must have interrupted something. “Sorry gents. Here’s what you came for.” He dropped and package in front of Jack and stalked off into the crowd.
Now Jack couldn’t help but grin, the sudden appearance of the package having given him and idea. He caught the questioning look on Will’s face and it only made him beam even more. “When my crew steals the Silver Guardian tomorrow, we were going to use the Pearl as a diversion, since we know how much that rub Norri’s backside. But now I have a better idea. You’re going to go see Elizabeth and then get caught. Now with that, plus the Pearl, no one will notice half my crew stealing the Silver Guardian and it’s rich cargo.” He grinned wildly at the horrified look on Will’s face when Jack mentioned getting caught. “No worries mate, Norri can’t know all of his men by face, now can he? I’d suggest you pick two men that you would trust with your life, because you’re going to have too…” Still grinning, Jack took a knife from the sash around his waist and slit open the package revealing two British Naval Officer uniforms.
Jack didn’t even get to relish the amazed look on Will’s face because it was at that moment that Gibbs came bursting into the tavern, calling out to get his attention. Sighing, Jack turned toward Gibbs and listened rather annoyed to that man gibber about something happening and something about a girl. One thing was painfully obvious to Jack though. There was no way Gibbs could have gotten supplies for two ships that quickly and the money purse, would should have been at his belt was gone. Jack knew exactly what ha happened and was about to interrupt Gibbs to say something when the man stopped, looking at a person sitting near them. From the look on Gibbs face, Jack could guess this was the person who robbed him. Gibbs thoughts always showed plain on his face and that was one reason Jack liked him. After the incident with Barbossa and the mutiny was that any surprise?”
Slowly, Jack stood up and approached the slight figure, one hand on his pistol, the resting causally on his sword. He was painfully aware of Gibb’s, Will’s and just about half the establishment’s eyes on him, but Jack didn’t care. He lived on attention and making a spectacle of himself. In a voice smooth as honey, he said, “Now mate, I believe you have something that belongs to me friend here. And being as this man is a crew member aboard my ship, I’ll be asking ya nicely on his behalf. My ship is the Black Pearl, maybe you’ve heard of it?” He cocked his head almost casually, as if the name of his ship was no big deal, but from the whispers that suddenly sprung up and the sudden wide berth given to the small group at the bar, he knew others in the tavern recognized it and feared it, and rightly so. Jack only hoped that it would work on this young lady as well, he would hate to injure such a pretty face.
TBC: Farrah/Will
((Eep! Later then I thought but Jack’s post just as I promised! Too tired and have work again in the morning, so Dagg and maybe Oliver will get a post tomorrow afternoon…and yey for having our Anamaria, Tristen and Emma back! *hugs*))
Capt'n Jack Sparrow set sail at 10:42 p.m. , Friday, August 29, 2003
James smiled a little at Emma as well, and gave her a polite greeting just as she had done for him, "Good to see that you are coming as well," he paused, "And, you're looking lovely tonight." he commented with a smile, he would have said the exact same thing to Elizabeth, (infact, he probably was going to...or something like it anyways). Emma smiled, and replied a quiet 'thank you' to him. The two started to walk up the Governor's mansion together, it was pretty much silent the whole way.
Until they got to the entrance of the mansion, at least. James had stopped before walking through the gates, looking out at the sea. Emma stopped as well and turned, wondering why the commodore had stopped. "Commodore?" James shifted his gaze over to Emma. He shook his head slightly. "Sorry..." he said slowly. He walked over to her, "Looks like we'll be getting a good storm tonight." he said, and the two continued up to the Governor's mansion. They walked up the steps, and James knocked on the door. He and Emma were greeted by one of the servants, and welcomed inside.
TBC: Anyone
James set sail at 05:55 p.m. , Friday, August 29, 2003
Following Wesley down onto the docks, Adrienne watched the group of men closely. She dreaded their attention, wishing it away, but her hat certainly didn’t fool them. She frowned at the cat calls and turned her head away in time to catch Wesley’s glare. Slightly taken aback by the unpleasantness of it, she was more appreciative that he had cared enough to do so.
As she began to walk, she watched him hesitate over something which she wasn’t quite sure of, and he offered her his arm. She gave a small smile and looped her arm around his. Her attention wavered as she heard some sort of commotion to her left. There was a man, whom she judged to be drunk, and he was loudly exiting one of the many taverns that lined the streets. She was glad to see him venture towards a woman who looked to be a whore. The woman was simply standing on a corner, fanning herself with one hand while the other rested on her hip and letting her chest fall out of her dress. Adrienne wondered why she would be so oblivious to the attention she’d draw, but she soon realized that this woman wanted the attention. She shuddered at the thought of ever doing something like that, and unconsciously she clutched Wesley’s arm tighter to her.
After a short time of walking in silence, she began to wonder where they were going. The bars seemed to be willed, filled with strident laughter and raucous pirates. If Wesley had wanted to enter one, she figured that she would follow him, but she wouldn’t be very happy about it. Then again, as she looked about the dark and eerie streets that branched off of main, lit roads she wasn’t very partial to walking by them for too long.
While looking at one of the alley’s she thought she noticed a small boy running around. This definitely wasn’t a place for a child, and she wondered if he was lost. She edged closer to him, unintentionally dropping Wesley’s arm and leaving his side. As she moved closer to the boy, he darted farther down the alley. She paused there, and reasoned that he must have been the son of a woman like the one she had seen earlier and like all of the others she had continued to see. She had to admit that there was a lot.
Adrienne turned back around, giving up on the boy. She was startled when she saw someone approaching her. He didn’t seem nearly as drunk as the other men she had seen, but she couldn’t help but feel slightly afraid. No, she silently admitted to herself. She was more than just slightly afraid. He started speaking, and he seemed to be trying to convince her that he was being polite, or at least the words he chose made her think so.
Contemplating reaching for the pistol, she thought better and folded her arms, turning away. Though, when he mentioned being from the Black Pearl, she looked back at him. The ship’s name had struck a chord in her mind. She remembered hearing something about Will having once ridden on the very same ship. In her moment of realization, she was too slow to remove her hand before Tom kissed it, and she settled on jolting it away afterwards. When he asked for her name, she stared at him with a look of disgust.
“My name isn’t of your concern,” she spat. “Now, if you wouldn’t mind, I’ll ask you to leave me.” She was about to walk past him when she saw Wesley appear behind Tom. A wave of relief washed over her face, and she gave him a thankful look.
TBC: Wes/Tom
Adrienne set sail at 04:57 p.m. , Friday, August 29, 2003
Anamaria slowly made her way out of the bar,she knew she had a big task in front of her.So many low lifes in Tortuga
and she was about to questions the lowest scumbags there was for information.Anamaria cringed a little bit at the thought.
She safely tucked away the bag of money Jack had given her,she knew without it she would get no where.
She made her way past one pub and listened to the drunk men whistling and hollaring but she just ignorned them,all she
thought about was getting the information she needed.She finally made her way to the a small pub deep into the city.It
was rather dark and had a lingering stale odor.Anamaria sighed as she walked in.
Some men were passed out on the tables and floor,some were fighting and the other ones were either sulking by themselves or
hanging off a whore's arm.Anamaria walked up to the bar and placed her hand firmly down "What'll ye have luv?" the overly
large bartender asked "Rum" the bartender nodded and quickly filled a glass and sat it down in front of her.Anamaria then
drank it in one gulp and slammed the glass down hard she turned and looked around the pub.She saw a familar face in the back
corner "Slade" she muttered to herself.She made her way across the room and walked into the dark corner and stood
in front of table with her hands on her hips "Ahem" the man cocked his head and looked up,a small grin came over his face
"Well,what do we have here?" he said as he looked over Anamaria he motioned for her sit.She took a seat next to him "How have
ye been Anamaria?" he said as he took a drink from a bottle "I've been good,more than I can say for yourself" the man raised
an eyebrow and looked at her "Excuse me,but life has been grand for good ol' Slade,I thank you very much!" Anamaria rolled
her eyes and was silent for a moment "What brings you back to Tortuga?" Slade questioned "I thought ye were off on the black
pearl with Jack Sparrow?" "I am" she replied "But I have plans..and in order to go through with these plans I need some
information" Slade raised an eyebrow as he took another swig from the bottle "And you need Ol' Slade's help" "Exactly"
Anamaria replied."Well what exactly do you want to know" he said as he sat the bottle down."My interest is in knowing
what's going on in Port Royale,I want to know when the Silver Guardian will be making port,tommorrow,along with current
positions of both British Navy and East India Company" Slade starred at her for a moment "Ye,be wanting to know alot,Lassy"
"Are you going to help me or not Slade,I haven't time to waste" she said as she began to stand "Sit ye butt down" he said
as he pulled on her arm "I'll help you" he said as a large smile grew on his face "but not without a price"
Anamaria sat back down and carefully removed her sack she flashed the coin to Slade "I'll give you some now,you give me
my information and I'll give you the rest" Slade nodded in agreement and Anamaria handed a few coin to Slade.Slade quickly
put it into his pocket.Anamaria glared at him "Well...get on with my information alreay" Slade looked to her "Calm down,
Calm down..God Anamaria" he said as he finished off his bottle "Now,I think you'll be pleased with all the information
I know about Port Royale" he said with a grin.After about an hour Anamaria had gained vaulable information from Slade.She
paid him the rest of the coin,satisfied with his information and departed the pub.She walked down the dark streets,happy
that she had gotten the information that she needed,now all she had to do is let Jack know about it.She began to walk
back towards the ship when she bumped into someone,she stumbled back a bit "Why don't you watch where your going!" she hissed.
TBC: Anyone who wants to deal with Anamaria ^^
((O.O.C. I'll make a post as Tristan later on today))
Anamaria set sail at 04:11 p.m. , Friday, August 29, 2003
Tom blushed a deep shade of scarlet with Jack's comment. He even caught teasing grin from Jack and Anamaria. As embarrassing as it was, he had to hold his head up high because he highly doubt that anyone really cared on his raging hormones.
“I have an important job for you tomorrow. You are going to go with Rourke’s crew, but I have something I need you to deliver to the Governor’s household. Then you will rejoin Rourke’s crew where he tells you.” Tom merely nodded slightly. When Jack had finished, everyone had left the ship to carry on their tasks. Tom on the other hand stood by the docks and inhaled the mixture scent of rum and well...something else in the air. He looked around and saw the same Tortuga that he had left not so long before. Everything seems the same...Except, He looked towards his left and saw another ship, Elizabeth IV. Who is that stunning brunette over there, standing all alone? He grinned to himself and decided to pay the young lady a visit. Just when he was about to walk towards the lady, a taller and definitely bigger man appeared next to her. With a sudden change of mind Tom stepped back and turned around. Maybe later, poppet.
As he made his way through ginning, seductive whores and brawling pirates, he finally arrived to his first destination, The Faithful Bride. It was the bar ran by, Sam McGee an old family friend. Tom spotted Sam by the bar talking to two fine young ladies with the breasts the size of a barrel of apples. He managed a smile and then walked towards them.
"Looks like Sam hasn't lost his touch eh?" Tom said sitting in between the two ladies, who now obviously had their eyes on him. Sam stared at Tom, wide-eyed and shocked.
"Tom? Is that you laddie? Or are my eyes failing me again?" Sam shooed the two women away and sat next to Tom. "It is you, my boy! How have you been? I suppose Captain Sparrow has been giving you enough adventures eh?" Sam gave him a hard pat on the back and a playful wink.
Tom was glad to be back with Sam. Ever since his father had died, Sam was one of the people that he really considered as family. "Ah, yes Captain Sparrow still got a few things under his sleeve." Tom took a bottle of rum from the counter and quickly gulped it. "I'm just here for a little while, Sam. I got some business to carry off." Tom had the sort of disappointed ton in his voice.
"Doesn't matter boy. Every minute counts! Now where did we leave off on your father's amazing life as a pirate." Sam said with a wink, but Tom obviously couldn't smile back.
"I would really love a story, Sam, but I got to get going." Tom took another gulp out of his rum and bowed his head down. Sam was obviously disappointed, but nevertheless he kept the same cheerful face.
"I suppose that you would want information on the East India Company huh?" Sam took a bottle of rum himself. Tom just nodded and stared at Sam with eager eyes. "Well, they have been going on and about around the Caribbean. Also, looks like they've been visiting Port Royale more often. I've heard, although I think they're only rumors, a large shipment of tobacco is coming in!" Sam took a swig off his rum before continuing. "Oh, also another rumor around the island is, a batch of Opium is coming in!" Tom didn't know what it was and Sam obviously sensed it. "Opium, my boy, is very addicting drug. I think it comes all the way from Asia! I’ve never really had Opium before, but I heard it's big money once you get hold of those little devils!" Captain Sparrow would absolutely love this!
"Well, thanks for everything Sam! I think I have to go back now. I'll write to you as soon as possible!" Tom took off without even finishing his drink. He quickly dashed through the streets and alleyways. He only came to a halt when he saw the same young lady from before. And this time it looked like he was alone. He grinned and then walked towards the lady. Well, when opportunity comes knocking on the door, you open it and welcome it with open arms.!
He cockily strode towards her, who really didn't seem to care for Tom. "What's a fine looking lady, like you, doing all alone at such a dangerous place?" Tom suavely said and walked closely towards her. She didn't reply and only turned herself with her arms across her chest. "Ah, yes very rude of me not to introduce myself! I'm Tom Moore, crew of the Black Pearl," Tom took her hand and gave it a kiss. "At your service Miss." Tom stood back up and stared deeply at the lady. "What's the fine young lady's name? Or should I just call you poppet for tonight?" He grinned and then he felt a hand on his shoulder. He turned around only to find the same guy from a while ago. Hmm..He seems much taller and bigger up close. He gave the guy a weak smile and hoped that he someone could save him to the trouble he caused himself. Why couldn't I have picked a lovely whore from the streets?
(((Sorry if it's a bit long, I couldn't help it >.< )))
TBC:Adrienne or Wesley if he wants to beat the crap out of Tom for being a pervert ^^...
Tom set sail at 12:32 p.m. , Friday, August 29, 2003
Upon entering the bar, an atrocious smell of liquor mixed with decay attacked her, invading her senses. Anyone with decency would've been having trouble trying to quell the urge to gag. Hell, they wouldn't have set foot on Tortuga in the first place! But Farrah didn't seem phased by it in the least, only proceeding further into the mangy, little establishment.
The Hoggs Head. The name held a certain irony to it, she decided, as she gazed around the place, seeing filthy pigs everywhere. Filthy men! Also, it was positively cluttered with strumpets of all sizes and shapes, yet the clothing was the same. Or rather, lack of. Corsets so tight it was a mystery to her how they were still able to breathe, skirts that had at one point been an enticing colour but were now faded with time and dreadful circumstances, cleavages so low, they didn't just dip, but positively drowned in the swell of their breasts. The make-up they wore was nothing short of scandalous, and their gestures downright shameless.
At some point, this would've appalled her, but not now. Not after she'd have to suffer through the same treatment the loathsome men were putting the woman through herself. She'd been shamed, disgraced, and she could go on forever. Some strumpets had tried to get her into their world, and men had tried to force them. She could understand the women's reason, yet refused to succomb to their fate herself. Not because she thought herself to be better, but because she, after all this time, still couldn't bare to let go of that last shred of dignity she clung onto like a lifesaver. She'd rather give what belonged to others than to herself.
And that thought was what brought her back to the present. During her inner musings, she had wondered over to one of the barstools, and found herself staring down at some drunk, slouched over the bar. Placing one hand upon his shoulder, his head turned to gaze at her drowsily. The man squinted at her for a while, before a lazy smile took over his face, showing off several gaps where there were supposed to be teeth. Grimacing slightly at the undeniable stench of rum on his foul breath, she started moving closer while keeping her arm outstretched, slowly pushing him along the bar, and eventually off the stool. He dropped to the ground with a loud thud, and didn't make any inclination to move. The only thing that reached her ears were a few mutters, muffled by the dirty floor on which he lay, followed by loud snoring.
Ignoring it, she calmly seated herself and yelled her order over the noise at the bartender. Her cloak was wrapped loosely around her body, making it rather difficult for others to see that it was infact a young woman seated next to the infamous Jack Sparrow and Will Turner at the bar, quietly feasting herself on the only drink served in Tortuga.
Life was just full of surprises, wasn't it?
About fifteen minutes and two bottles of rum later, the doors to The Hoggs Head swung open to reveal a rather distraught looking man, who's eyes immediately went towards Sparrow. "Capt'n!" he said loudly to draw the other man's attention as he got closer. "Capt'n! Here ye are! I've been lookin' everywhere for ya. Somethin' happened, sir. There was this... this... girl, and she... she," he was panting, trying to get the words out at once, but halted abruptly when he noticed something.
Farrah, who couldn't help but overhear the conversation, could recognize that voice from somewhere. But... as realization dawned on her, she froze just as she'd lifted the rum to her lips to take another swig. Out of the corner of her eye, she peeked at Gibbs, who was stared at her wide-eyed.
'Deep shit,' was the only thing that went through her mind. 'Deep, deep shit.'
Farrah set sail at 04:34 p.m. , Friday, August 29, 2003
Through dark alleys and crowded streets, past grimy bars and vile figures. Sometimes a shout or holler, other times a grabby hand snaking out with it's stubby, grease-covered fingers. At one point, it had bothered her, but now, she'd gone beyond caring. Her life had taken a sharp turn for the worst a long, long time ago, and she'd changed with it, doing whatever it took to survive in the real, often crude, world. She wasn't being protected anymore, her view of the world now uncensored by parents or men and women of high society.
"Aye, bonnie lass! Where ye goin'?" A coarse voice sounded from behind her, and she could feel a hand coming to rest on her shoulder, squeezing it in what she assumed to be a coaxing gesture. "Why don' ye come with me, an' I'll show ye sum real fun, savvy?"
Resisting the urge to let the bile that succeeded in finding it's way up her throat make an unceremonious exit, she slowly turned around to face the man. It took her all her might not to just snap his neck as she let her eyes travel over him in what looked to be a seductive motion, and noticed what he was. A filthy, grungy pirate. She could spot one from a mile away. Foul scum they were! In Blake's eyes, they were the lowest of the lowest. Murderers, rapers, plunderers, cheap thiefs, killing out of pure greed and sheer amusement.
Pasting on a suggestive smile, if only to stretch her long neglected muscles, she took a small step closer to the man and ignored the offensive smell that came off of him in waves, trailing her delicate looking fingers along the hem of his dirty, once blue jacket. "Ye know," she began, her voice soft as silk. "As delicious as that sounds, I've go' bettuh thangs to do." The accent wasn’t real. She could render any proper lady speechless with a few well placed, formal words, which sounded as inteligent, as they did alien. But that wasn’t something to be flaunting with. Especially in a city like this. In Tortuga.
She could practically hear the man snarling as she abruptly jerked herself away from him, but just kept on walking, making her way through the smelly, downtown streets.
The man, left unsatisfied with his pride seriously bashed, let his hands drop to his sides, only to realize he was missing something. His pouch! Fueling his pace with the anger of a true pirate and scoundrel, he caught up with her and grabbed her arm painfully, spinning her back towards him. In his rage, be barely even noticed the strange dagger glinting in the moonlight, until it was pressed up against his throat, dangerously nipping at the skin there.
Her dark eyes seemed to blaze as she glared at him, a animalistic growl escaping from deep inside her throat. Without the exchange of words, the pathetic man carefully released her arm, quivering in his boots. "I-it's all yours," he managed to choke out, reffering to his former pouch.
After another nerve-wrecking moment on his part, she finally pulled back, immediately disappearing in the sea of people.
"Bloody ‘ell”, he breathed. "How am I ‘sposed to tell me Capt'n Sparrow I lost the money fo’ supplies."
TBC: Captain Jack Sparrow
Farrah set sail at 04:04 p.m. , Friday, August 29, 2003
Wesley smiled at Adrienne's choice to accompany him into Tortuga. Watching her as she tucked her hair up under her hat Wesley noticed the pistol that was tucked into her breeches. 'A wise move...' he thought as he glanced over the railing and down upon the docks at a loud and very drunk group of men. An attractive woman such as Adrienne would most likely draw some unwanted attention on herself in a place like this, and might need to defend herself if the need arose. Wesley drug a hand across the pistol that was tucked into his belt, again making sure it was there.
He looked back to Adrienne as she tucked the last few strands of hair away abd gestured with an arm, "Shall we?"
Wesley nodded and stepped on to the gangplank, a few seconds later he was on the dock. Turning back up he watched as Adrienne descended behind him. As soon as she stepped onto the dock a few of the druken men whistled and made some rather derogatory remarks. Wesley silenced them with a stern, cold look. For a second he thought about offering an arm to her as they walked, like he had seen so many "proper" gentlemen do back in England. 'It might be a good idea, so we don't get seperated or anything...', Wesley tried to come up with a few good reasons to take the action, of course in the back of his mind he knew the real reason he wanted to do it, but Wesley wouldn't admit such a thing yet...
'Whats the worst she can do? Think it silly and tell me no?' Wesley took a shallow, nervous breath and offered his arm to the beautiful young lady that walked next to him, hoping she wouldn't think him a fool. Wesley seemed to blush a little...
TBC:Adrienne
Wesley set sail at 05:44 a.m. , Friday, August 29, 2003
Emma sat at her vanity and placed her necklace around her neck.She then affixed a small bracelet to her arm and a few rings to her fingers.She proceeded to run a brush through her hair and pile some of it into a bun.She sighed as she looked at her reflection.Emma was indeed unhappy.She was always semi pleased with her place in society and everything that came along with it,but now she longed for something more,a great adventure.Elizabeth came to mind and she thought about how she had the dealings with the Black Pearl,this interested Emma quite a bit,though the subject was almost completely off limits.Everyone in Port Royale seemed not to want to re-live that ordeal.
Emma stood and tied the ribbon on the back of her dress she glanced once more into the mirror and headed out of room.She ran into Marie,the housekeeper."Your looking lovely tonight Miss" she said with a smile "Thank you Marie" Emma replied "Bet your excited about the big party tonight?" a small frown came upon Emma's face "Yes,I suppose I am..." Marie then grabbed Emma's cloak and placed it on her "There Ma'am your all set" Emma smiled and walked out the door not wanting to speak any more of the party.
On the way to the Governor's mansion,Emma stopped briefly by the docks.The cool breeze gently blew through her hair.She peered out into the sea,something tonight seemed different,she couldn't quite place it,but something was difintely different.Emma continued on and was making her way up the path to the Governor's mansion when she heard footsteps behind her.She turned quickly and a smile came to her face "Commodore" she said with a small sigh of relief "I'm very pleased to see that your attending the party tonight."
TBC: Norrington
Emma set sail at 01:18 a.m. , Friday, August 29, 2003
Straightening his waist coat, Oliver Paris started up the stairs to the front of the governor’s mansion. Being the son of an important merchant doing business for his father in the Caribbean, he of course had been invited and Olive couldn’t wait to accept. He heard of the beauty of the Governor’s daughter and wanted to see her for himself. Of course, she wouldn’t be able to resist him if he turned on the charm, such was his ego.
Oliver had only been in Port Royale a few days, his father’s ship, the Orient Sun having carried a large cargo of porcelain and silks to see if there was a market for those type of Oriental goods in the Caribbean. While he was doing his father’s bidding, he was also looking for a market of his own. Hidden among the other cargo was a fairly large stash of opium, a highly addictive substance, even more so then the Colonial’s tobacco. It was illegal to trade because of its addictiveness, but Oliver had no worries of being caught. Opium was a new thing in the Caribbean and once they figured out what it was, they would already be addicted. And an addicted market was the best kind, especially when the substance was illegal. They couldn’t turn Oliver in without turning themselves in for buying it. His plan was perfect. He had always enjoyed cheating people out of their money, this was just a better way of doing it.
Finally reaching the door, he knocked on the door and waited impatiently for the servant to open it. When the servant finally did, he asked, “Name sir?”
“Oliver Paris-“
The servant opened his mouth to say something else, but Oliver brushed past him, having seen Elizabeth on the stairs behind him. This women had to be Elizabeth Swann, she was just as beautiful as Oliver had been told. Respectfully, he took her hand and kissed it gently. “You must be Elizabeth Swann, your beauty in person outshines the outstanding praise I have heard.”
TBC: Elizabeth ((and that is Oliver…))
Oliver set sail at 11:57 p.m. , Thursday, August 28, 2003
Once the ship was docked in Tortuga, Adrienne had taken notice of the city's dangerous atmosphere. She wasn't about to stalk out there alone and unarmed, that is if she were to leave the ship at all. Just to be on the safe side she had traveled into the hold, where she had hidden her father's hand pistol. It was the only pistol that she had ever used. She had only fired it once, and it was simply to make sure that it worked. No one had known that she had it, and apparently no one had known about the loose floor board either. At first she had been unsure as to whether or not the gun would fall through, but she had checked the nook carefully and judged it to be safe. She liked to think that it may have been the hiding place of a previous passenger on Elizabeth IV. She tucked the pistol into the waist of her breeches near her right hip, and just as she left the hold she met Wesley.
After listening to his request, she contemplated it rather quickly. Why not? She had to start toughening up either way, and this would be as good as a step as any other. Plus, she’d be safe because she was armed and dangerous ... or at least she would have liked to think so. Even if she wasn’t, Wes would be there
She nodded once, returning a smile. "I'd love to." With a fast quirk of her eyebrows, she turned on her heels and headed onto the deck. Taking in the scenery of Tortuga again, she peered over the rail and saw a few drunken and disorderly men about the docks. She chewed on her lip a bit but quickly stopped herself. It was a bad habit, and she was now determined to break it. She wasn’t simple-minded, and she knew that she was attractive. Even in these clothes, one of those carousers would be sure to take notice of her. Her hands went to her head and began working to tuck her hair under her hat. Surely they would still notice her, but it wouldn’t be as obvious. They were drunk after all.
Bringing her gaze away from the docks and her hands away from her head, she turned to Wesley while gesturing with her arm. "Shall we?”
TBC: Wesley
Adrienne set sail at 11:01 p.m. , Thursday, August 28, 2003
Will looked up at the sound of an annoying and overly familiar voice. "Jack! How have you been?" Will said even though he knew what Jack had been up to. Stories of the Black Pearl were every fishwifes favorite story. Of course it was very hard to seperate fact from fiction. A pretty whore smiled at Will from across the room, and was quite obviously ignored. Then Will's rum soaked mind processed what Jack Sparrow had just said. "Wait a minute....what do you mean you can get me into Port Royal?"
That would be crazy! And impossible! Of course that was exactly the stunt Jack Sparrow was known for pulling off. So not only would Will be able to go on one of Jacks exploits, he would get to see Elizabeth! A broad, slightly Jack-like grin spread across his face. "What is the plan Jack?" Then it hit him, "Damn! I'll have to tell the crew." The grin disappeared to be replaced by Will's now perpetual frown. He had avoided mentioning his exploits of the Black Pearl to the crew, but a few had heard about it. Luckily very few men believed the story, and Will had been hoping to keep it under wraps. Being Jack's sidekick was not what he wanted to be famous for.
TBC: Jack
Will set sail at 10:06 p.m. , Thursday, August 28, 2003
Wesley stood on the deck of the docked Elizabeth IV. Looking out over the chaos and noise that was the nightlife of Tortuga. He watched as the captain and a few of his crew mates disappered among the crowds, he couldn't help but watch as a brawl broke out further on down the docks. When Wesley had first heard of Tortuga he had pictured a wild and free place, but this was insanity.
He wondered what this place was like during the day, 'Probably a lot quieter seeing as nearly everyone would be passed out and exhausted from drink and play.' Nodding, Wesley acknowledged the cat calls of a group of passing, very well endowed women, who seemed as they were about to explode out of there dresses. Shaking his head and smiling, he watched as they quickly moved in the direction of a large group of men.
Wesley wasn't surprised when he heard several gun reports from somewhere deeper within the city. Wesley kneaded his fingers, wondering if he should venture onto land or stay on the ship. 'Ah, why not? I may never get this chance again...' Making sure his sword and pistol were secure on his belt, he started for the gang plank before stopping, 'I wonder if Adrienne would fancy a trip to the city...' Wesley thought he would be polite and at least ask her.
After searching the ship for a short while he found her. Wondering what kind of mood she would be in after their talk earlier in the day he put on a warm smile. "Quite a interesting place, isn't it." Another shot sounded from within the city, punctuating Wes's comment. He remembered something Adrienne had said earlier in the day, “Maybe you should just tell Will to leave me in Tortuga.” Now that he had seen the place and some of the people that resided there, Wesley knew there was no way in hell he would leave her here. "I was going to go into the city and look around. I was wondering if you would to accompany me?...That is, of course if you want to..."
TBC:Adrienne
Wesley set sail at 07:39 p.m. , Thursday, August 28, 2003
Jack sat at the table in his cabin, the very same one where unbeknownst to Jack, Barbossa had watched Elizabeth eat only months before. He was fiddling with the beads in his hair, wondering if maybe it was time to add some new ones, when the cabin door opened and Anamaria, Gibbs, Carla, Rourke and Tom entered the cabin. Putting a large smile on his face, he gestured to the table where goblets sat, ready to be filled with rum from the bottle Jack preceded to uncork.
After they had all had their cups filled, Jack took a long drink from the bottle itself, then sat it down on the table and leaned forward on his arms. His face grew serious, a mood he only showed when making plans, when showing who was the leader around here and why he was captain of the most feared pirate ship in the Caribbean.
“Well, we’ve made it to Tortuga and now I’m depending on you lot to find out some information for me if our raid is to be successful. Here is my plan.” As he spoke, he turned to look at Carla and Rourke, throwing them each a large sack of cold coins across the table. “Carla, O’Kelly, you two are going to try to either find or buy passage on ships going to Tortuga tomorrow morning for yourselves and a team of four to five men. You two are unknowns in Port Royale and therefore will be able to do things I, Gibbs or Anamaria can not with out alerting Norrington to our presence. Pick a team you can trust and who weren’t involved in the incident with the curse.” Jack would have said Barbossa, but he tried to refrain from saying that name. He was pirate and therefore, superstitious and speaking badly of the dead, even hated dead, was bad luck.
Then he turned to Gibbs and Anamaria, throwing similar sacks of gold their way. “Gibbs, we need supplies for two ships. Once we take the Silver Guardian and her cargo of tobacco, we might not be able to get rid of it for a while, so the crew that we send aboard her will need supplies.” Gibbs nodded in reply and Jack turned to Anamaria. “I need you to find out anything you can on when the Silver Guardian will be making port tomorrow in Port Royale, anything on the current doings and positions of both the British Navy and the East India Company, what other ships are docking tomorrow and any current news out of Port Royale. Anything that might be deemed useful. Use that money if you need to buy it.” Jack knew exactly what types of people were in Tortuga and knew Anamaria would probably need that money quite a bit.
Finally, Jack turned to Tom. “You can just go have fun in Tortuga tonight, just return to ship a complete man, savvy?” Both Jack and Anamaria burst out in wicked grins, causing the boy to blush slightly. But Jack was getting distracted and his mind tended to be like a small child’s and wander, so he knew he better finish this. “I have an important job for you tomorrow. You are going to go with Rourke’s crew, but I have something I need you to deliver to the Governor’s household. Then you will rejoin Rourke’s crew where he tells you.”
Now that Jack had addressed them all individually about what he needed from them tonight, he sat back in his chair to address them all. “Now I’m sure you’re wondering why I have given you this task. Here’s what’s going to happen tomorrow. Rourke and Carla are going to get themselves and their crews into Port Royale in the morning. When Anamaria finds out when the Silver Guardian is docking, we will wait a little bit for the crew to go ashore, leaving only those guarding the cargo. At that time, those of us left on the Pearl will sail into the harbour, making a very colorful distraction since Norrington is out to get us, so says the news out of Port Royale recently. While we are distracting the British Navy, Carla and Rourke are going to get either one of both of your teams on board the Silver Guardian and sail it out of the harbor. Shouldn’t be a problem with only a few guards. Then the Pearl will slip out of Norrington’s fingers again and he will be back to cursing he had ever heard of Capt’n Jack Sparrow and the damned crew of the Black Pearl.” He grinned. “Savvy?”
((If your characters want to ask Jack something about his plan, I’ll answer it in kind of a back log fashion, now I’m going to go on for a Jack/Will reunion))
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A little while later, after leaving some of the crew aboard to guard the ships and sending the others on their mission, Jack entered The Hogs Head, the very same tavern he had taken Gibbs to talk about finding a crew and stealing back the Pearl. He had told the others if they needed him, this is where Jack would be, for the barkeep had something for Jack.
He wandered through the throng of people, smiling as some recognized him and shouted either greetings or curses. Ignoring them, he made his way to the bar. He tapped the keep on the shoulder, how looked quite annoyed when he turned around, but smiled quickly when he saw it was Jack. “Jack Sparrow! Took ya long enough to get here. I sent that message a month ago!”
Jack shrugged. “Would have had better luck if you had sent it with a merchant ship then with a pirate ship. Those honest ones are sticklers for doing things properly. Now where is it?” He glared at the man who seemed to cower. He knew what it was like to try Jack’s patience and didn’t want to experience any ruin to his establishment that night.
The barkeep pulled a bottle of rum from behind him and gave it to Jack. “Here, on the house. Wait here a moment, it’s in the back.” The barkeep disappeared and Jack sat idly, drinking the offered rum, looking around to see if there was anybody he could worm information out of, but instead saw a very familiar face obviously trying to hide himself in the corner.
Grinning wickedly, he crossed the room and sat down heavily across from the forlorn looking Will. “Aye, whelp, why the long face? Missing little miss Elizabeth are we? You know, I can help ya there…” He took a drink from the bottle still in his hand, smiling at his younger friend, glad to see him. When he had heard Will had taken to pirating, he had been worried, but after hearing from others of Will’s successes, he had been mighty proud. It was in the boy’s blood, but Jack had taught him everything he knew.
TBC: Will ((and any of Jack’s crew which I will backlog. Cheryl, let's go! I'll interupt thier conversation after you post))
Capt'n Jack Sparrow set sail at 07:37 p.m. , Thursday, August 28, 2003
Will stepped onto the gang plank and looked at his crew once more. They knew what to do, the ship had docked and anyone who wished to go ashore could. Of course many did not so he did not need to order people to stay and gaurd the ship. He himself was getting a drink.
Will had managed to manuever Tortuga with a limit to the amount of invitations from whores, and attacks by other pirates. He stepped into the self same tavern where he, Jack, and Gibbs had once made plans to steal the Black Pearl. Well, Jack and Gibbs, he was just the eye candy. Grabbing some rum, a drink that he only consumed when thinking about elizabeth, Will sat down and commenced to get drunk.
((Me thinks the boy wants his Elizabeth))
TBC- Any pirate who wishes to annoy my homesick Willy
Will set sail at 07:11 p.m. , Thursday, August 28, 2003
Looking in the mirror, Elizabeth wondered why her father insisted upon having another one of these soirees. It was important, she understood, to constantly keep up good appearances, but these dealings could get so tedious. After her uneventful breakfast with James and Emma and Tristan, she had proceeded with her uneventful day, watching the harbor for pirate flags in the distance.
Will, it seemed, was simply not going to return to her. It was something she was becoming accustomed to. The daily waiting for letters that never came was making her heart hurt. She had told him she would wait for him forever, but she also was not going to be made a fool of. She had had a dream the night prior-- about Jack and Will. In the dream, it had been Jack to return to Port Royale long before Will ever did.
She just wanted a friendly face, someone she cared about. Not that Jack Sparrow fit into that description. He was infuriating at best.
She tried to distract herself from such thoughts. Her hair was heavy, piled on top of her head, and she struggled to stay completely upright as she headed down the marble stairs to the foyer. There had just been a knock at the door, and the servant went to answer it, and she waited for the door to open.
TBC: Whoever . . . Oliver?
Elizabeth set sail at 06:41 p.m. , Thursday, August 28, 2003
Okay, so, I've decided to just go ahead and jump us.
It is now nightfall in the Caribbean. The two ships, the Elizabeth IV and the Black Pearl have made harbor in Tortuga. The ships will only be there for the night-- so make it last.
In Port Royale, it is the night of a monstrous party at the Governor's mansion-- all of the best of the best are in attendance (Emma, Norrington, Elizabeth, Tristan, and Oliver.) There is a storm brewing on the horizon, however. The morning will bring pirates into Port Royale.
Okay, post now!
Moderator set sail at 06:13 p.m. , Thursday, August 28, 2003
Hey, guys. I think I'm going to do a time-jump, just to get us into Tortuga, so after we get a post from everyone who hasn't posted after the archive (which means everyone not currently on this page), I'm going to send us a couple hours in the future and put the two ships in Tortuga. Sound good?
Moderator/Alice set sail at 04:05 p.m. , Thursday, August 28, 2003
Will turned scarlet at Jacoby's mention of a 'little love bird'. Turning on him Will seemed, for the first time in any of his crews memory, to be angry. "We will not be going to Port Royal whether or not I have a 'little lovebird' there or not Jacoby." Will always got defensive when people talked about Elizabeth, he got almost as defensive when people mentioned the Black Pearl.
Will liked Jacoby, as much as he could. Indeed Jacoby might make a great asset to their crew, if he worked instead of played all the time. Will found nothing wrong with writing but the whining.....That got on Will's nerves. "Unless matters prompt us to go to Tortuga, we will try to steer clear of their. The navy would love to catch and hang me, and I sincerly doubt they would not be able to tell this is my ship." A. It was a pirate vessel, B. it was called the Elizabeth IV even Elizabeth's father would figure it out.
TBC: Dagg, Jacoby
Will set sail at 03:51 p.m. , Thursday, August 28, 2003
Unsure as to whether or not she should express her feelings to Wesley, Adrienne sighed in an almost defeated tone. He seemed so … willing to hear, and she wanted to tell someone. As she took a single step in his direction, she said, “I’m just not certain as to whether I’m cut out for being a pirate. Second thoughts, I suppose.” She paused, bringing her hand to her chin and sliding the tip of her forefinger across the ridge in between her lips. “You know, I would never have thought in a million years that I’d be here, but I wasn’t concerned about that when I told Will that I wanted to work on his ship. I was glad to have done that, but now I don’t know if it was the right choice.”
A puff of air left her mouth as she almost laughed. It wouldn’t have been a happy laugh by any means. It was more of a sad and ironic action. “If you knew who I used to be, I’m certain you would understand why I don’t think I can do this.” She was pathetic. She was falling apart. And she was well aware of it. As she looked away, focusing on the wooden floor boards, she continued speaking, but it was more of her reasoning with herself out loud, rather than telling Wesley. “I’m false, and the worst part is that I don’t belong anywhere. I shouldn’t be here. I should have stayed, even if I would have ended up dreadfully unhappy with that wretch.”
She stopped rambling, realizing that this probably wasn’t making any sense to Wesley. “I’m sorry,” she said as she tipped her head upward again to look at him. “Maybe you should just tell Will to leave me in Tortuga.”
TBC: Wesley
Adrienne set sail at 11:37 a.m. , Thursday, August 28, 2003
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Adrienne. Taken by Crystal.
Anamaria. Taken by Sarah.
Carla. Taken by Frostee.
Dagg. Taken by Amy.
Elizabeth. Taken by Alice.
Emma. Taken by Liv.
Farrah. Taken by Cheryl.
Jack. Taken by Amy.
Jacoby. Taken by Alice.
Norrington. Taken by Dunhir.
Oliver. Taken by Amy.
Rourke. Played by Alice.
Tom. Taken by Charisse.
Tristan. Taken by Sarah.
Wesley. Taken by Ben.
Will. Taken by Katya.