the continuing saga

Wesley nodded at Will's choice to head to Tortuga first and get supplies. However, his choice to avoid Port Royale troubled him slightly. Wesley had heard from some of his crew mates, the same ones that told Wes where Will hailed from, about Will's supposed involvment with a ship by the name of 'The Black Pearl'. A ship that was said to have be manned by, at one time, a crew of "skeleton pirates" that couldn't be killed. 'Such a thing isn't possible.' Had been Wes's reply, but hearing his captain confirm that he was indeed from Port Royale made him wonder what other parts of the story were true. 'Ghost ships? Undead Pirates? Those things are impossible...right? Wesley wasn't sure anymore.

Wesley's eyes followed Will as he turned to leave. A few seconds later he heard the muffeled cheer as Will announced their current destination. As he started to turn back to the map he caught Adrienne's eyes, she was looking at him. Wesley turned all his attention on her as she looked like she was about to speak. A few seconds of silence passed before she turned away and made to leave. Wesley's mind screamed at him, 'NO! Say something to her!' Wesley took a step forward, he searched for something to say but came up empty handed.

Adrienne stopped just as she neared the door and looked back over her shoulder, “Thanks again for the hat.” was all she said. Wesley frowned slightly, he prided himself on being able to read people, and there was definetly something wrong with Adrienne. He took another step forward, "Adrienne wait. I know there's something amiss." He stopped himself from putting a hand on her shoulder once more, afraid she would take it the wrong way. "If you want to tell me whats bothering you, you can...I'll listen," Wesley told her, his voice was sincere and compassionate. He deeply hoped she would confide in him, Adrienne seemed to wonderful of a person to let anything bother her...

TBC:Adrienne
Wesley set sail at 03:37 a.m. , Thursday, August 28, 2003

Everyone . . . thumbs-up on the new layout?
Moderator/Alice set sail at 08:24 p.m. , Wednesday, August 27, 2003

Rourke eyed his captain and started to open his mouth to answer, but Carla interrupted their speech. Carla was more of a woman than the rag-tag group of them could ever get, with the possible exception of Captain Jack himself. Rourke had entertained ideas of that before but brushed it aside, realizing that Carla could get just about any man she wanted-- and she could also remove the reproductive organs of any man she wanted.

"Aye, yes, worse than a woman," she said as she passed, pausing to stretch her arms in the air and yawn. "You might want to watch who you provoke in the morning, it can make them quite unpredictable."

"And a good mornin' to ye, too," Rourke said to her, his gruffness immediately lost due to the presence of a woman around him. East India Agents nothing-- get a woman, and he was done. Even if it was Carla, who was included with the best pirates he knew. "Were ye gettin' yer beauty sleep?" he asked her, half-winking.

"Cap'n Jack 'ere is leadin' us to Tortuga. To restock. And then on to Port Royale, right, cap'n? And then per'aps some pillagin' and some plunderin'. They've got some nice women from London there, they 'ave. Not like the 'ags we're pickin' up on Tortuga. Aye, cap'n?"

TBC: Jack, Carla, whoever else is around
Rourke O'Kelly set sail at 07:23 p.m. , Wednesday, August 27, 2003

Jacoby, disdained (as usual) with his shipmate, harrumphed loudly. "If, my dear fellow, you meant writer to be a . . . derogatory term, I must warn you that I do not take offense to it. So your words have been in vain."

In truth, there was a sense of hurt, but he was used to it. He and Dagg were the proverbial odd-couple, and in truth, for everything was in pursuit of the truth or some warped version thereof, he needed Dagg around, for he was one of the very people on whom he was basing the characters of his book. Big and burly with the ragged Queen's accent, Dagg was beyond perfect for just such a thing.

And making him angry was just what Jacoby needed.

"When I have my book published, you shall regret your words, my dear sir," he warned. "You may find me tedious yet somehow delightfully precocious, but I find you, sir, tiresome and simply mundane." Then he paused looking out at the horizon. "But, ho. Where are we headed?"

And then he laid eyes on their dear captain, and Will called out, "We will be heading to Tortuga and stop over there for a bit before moving on to a raid on the Astral!"

"Raid this, raid that . . . " Jacoby trailed off sullenly. This raiding and pillaging wasn't much of a life. He flitted over to his captain and said, "And then, mon capitan, shall we continue to Port Royale? Methinks our captain has a little lovebird there . . . "

TBC: Will, Dagg or anyone else around.
Jacoby set sail at 07:14 p.m. , Wednesday, August 27, 2003

As her eyes were still fixed on the map she felt a hand on her shoulder. Almost comforted by the touch, she looked to see that it was Wesley’s. With his nod to her, she realized that he was aware of how she felt about the situation. A small, sad smile graced her face before inhaling deeply, and she turned her head away, forcefully blowing the hot air out through her mouth. She listened to Wesley and Will discuss possible plans of action in that same position, slumped slightly forward, leaning on the desk with her gaze unmoving.

They were going to Tortuga, whatever kind of a place that was. Adrienne was sure it was going to be some type of adventure. At least she would have some time to dwell on everything that the life of a pirate entailed, the pillaging and plundering included. Those were the things they spoke of in every pirate tale and song she had ever heard. Why didn’t she realize that it would be something she’d have to do?

Once Will left briskly to inform to the crew, Adrienne faced Wesley once again. She wanted to say something, but she didn’t know exactly what. She was by far one of those people in the world who thought before speaking. The problem she was having now was that her mind didn’t seem to be working.

Her mouth hung open slightly but nothing came out. She looked away and took a few steps to leave, but her feet stopped just before the door. Looking back over her shoulder, she finally spoke. “Thanks again for the hat.” It was the only sentence she could think of.

TBC: Wesley
Adrienne set sail at 05:23 p.m. , Wednesday, August 27, 2003

Will's eyebrows flew into his hairline as Wesley squeazed Adrienne's shoulder. Well there was something you did not see every day. Will wondered on Wesley's motivation, but knew that Adrienne would need a pirate 'tutor' so to speak. She seemed to understand very little about what was in the job description of a pirate.

Then Will was brought back to Earth by Wesley's suggestion. True if they refilled in Port Royal he might be able to see Elizabeth, but....The reward was not worth the risk to his crew. "Very true, I did reside in Port Royal. Unfortunaly too many people know me, and know me to be a pirate. We would all be arrested the minute we docked. And trust me the officers that reside in Port Royal could arrest us." This was not an exageration, too many people knew Will Turner and the story of the Black Pearl and Commodore Norrington had the man power to arrest most if not all of the crew of the Elizabeth IV.

"So I think we will go to Tortuga and give the crew some rest. Tortuga's not that far away." Will left the cabin and headed out onto the deck. "Dagg!" Will shouted and stepped up onto the helm. "Head for Tortuga." Then Will turned and addressed the crew. "We will be heading to Tortuga and stop over there for a bit before moving on to a raid on the Astral!" The crew shouted and Will smiled widely.

TBC-Any crew ((Yes I like Dagg! YEAH! Crew members :D))
Will set sail at 04:10 p.m. , Wednesday, August 27, 2003

Okay, today I'm going to be working on making a new layout for the webpage and getting everything updated there. Here is what the new layout will most likely look like:

We are still accepting created character applications, so if any of you would like to create a character, e-mail me. Also, we still have spots for canon characters (*coughcoughGibbs*).

Moderator/Alice set sail at 09:06 a.m. , Wednesday, August 27, 2003

Wesley watched as Will pointed out the course he had plotted. He was about to make a statement when Adrienne asked about the ship and why they had to catch it. Slightly arching an eyebrow at the odd question he looked at Adrienne as Will answered her. Standing slightly to the left of her, Wes figured Adrienne probably wouldn't have noticed he was looking at her. 'Decked out in plain breeches and an oversized shirt...and she's still gorgeous!...This is gonna be a very, very long voyage...'

As Will finished talking of the ship they were to catch Wesley stepped forward and rested his palms on the table. Glancing sidelong at Adrienne he caught the tail end of a frown that she quickly hid. Her weak response of, "Very well," pegged it for Wesley. 'She's not comfortable with the idea, which means she's probably never done something like this...' A million thoughts whirled in Wesley's mind, he wanted to ask her so many questions, but that would have to wait till later...

Before he could stop himself he reach out and placed a hand on Adrienne shoulder. He gave it a slight, but reassuring squeeze and nodded to her. Wesley saw great strength and potential in her, now all she needed was a chance to find it for herself.

Placing his hand back on the desk he turned his attention back to Will and the cousre he had plotted. Rapping his fingers on the table as he looked over the map, deep in thought. Finally he spoke, "Well, we could go ahead and stop in Tortuga for supplies and give the others a chance to relax, and then catch the ship here, as you said." As he spoke he traced Will's course with his finger. "Or..." he started to trace a different path..."we could bypass Tortuga all together and pick up the Astral here." He lightly jabbed the point on the map to make his point. The point the Wesley had indicated was just over halfway to Port Royal, "Then head to Port Royal and get supplies there instead of backtracking to Tortuga." Wesley paused and glanced at Will, "and correct me if I'm wrong Captain, but I had heard from some of the others that you used to reside in Port Royale? If that's true I'm sure you'd like to visit some of your old friends...seeing as we'll end up near there anyway we do this." Wesley Stood back and and folded his arms, glancing at Adrienne before looking back to Will, eager to hear his reply.

TBC:Will/Adrienne
Wesley set sail at 07:25 a.m. , Wednesday, August 27, 2003

((OOC: First post, hope I didn't manage to screw up too bad- although my avatar is broken. x.X And I forgot the HTML, and then the TBC. Third edit's the charm!))

The rhythm of dripping water brought Carla out of a light sleep, a drop of water landing on her nose. With a sneeze, she jerked awake, instinctively going for the daggar she always kept on her belt. Her eyes adjusted to the light and, still groggy, she managed to figure out where he was. She lay back against the scratchy blanket she called a bed, and debated sleeping again, before another drop landed on her nose.

"I'm awake," mumbled the pirate sleepily, rolling onto her back and stretching her arms across her chest. Sure, she should've been up a few hours ago, but the only reason she was here was because she'd lost. Losing didn't go over too well with her, and two extra hours of a sort-of half-sleep was her way of punishing Jack. He'd one by ten drinks, for crying out loud! And, she was sure, he could've gone longer. That man could hold more alcohol than you could fill the hold with, she thought bitterly as she stood up, wiping the dripping condensation from the ceiling as she went above deck.

Her eyes burned from the sunlight as she wandered aimlessly across the deck, catching a glimpse of the Tortugan horizon in the distance. Good, she thought, smirking to herself. She'd left a bit of unsettled business when she shipped off with the Black Pearl, and was eager to settle it. Once her eyes had adjusted to the sun, she set off to get to work, finally.

Carla managed to catch the tail end of Jack's sentence as she passed, laughing to herself. "Aye, yes, worse than a woman," she said as she passed, pausing to stretch her arms in the air and yawn. "You might want to watch who you provoke in the morning, it can make them quite unpredictable."

TBC: Jack, the Black Sparrow Crew
Carla set sail at 09:59 p.m. , Tuesday, August 26, 2003

Jack awoke with a groan when he heard someone calling his name. Pushing his hat back on his head, he sat up slowly and went to take a sip from the rum bottle in his hand. When he lazily discovered the rum bottle wasn’t there, he looked down at the floor to see the pieces of the bottle spread out over the floor, some still specked with a few reaming drops of rum. With a disappointed sigh, Jack realized that he must have dropped the bottle when he fell asleep, thought luckily he had nearly emptied it.

Without another thought on the subject, he stood up and walked across his cabin, glass crunching unnoticed under his boots. Grabbing an apple out of a bowl on the table, he grinned as he took a bite. Jack got an odd sort of pleasure from Barbossa’s former favorite fruit, savoring the fact that Barbossa had waited ten years just for a taste and was denied by Jack’s one shot. It was an odd thing to get pleasure from but since when did Jack do anything that wasn’t odd?

Munching on his snack and unconsciously trying to remember where he had stored another bottle of rum, Jack strode out onto the decks of his ship and looked around for who had called him. At first he looked for Tom, wondering if it had been the boy after angering Anamaria again but instead saw Rourke’s sour face watching him. Putting a large grin on his face, Jack placed an elbow on Rourke’s shoulder, leaning on him. “Aye mate, you called?” He asked smugly as other bite of apple. “Glad to see you outta the holds. Still plotting revenge then mate?” Jack’s eyes got a wicked sparkle. “I’ll make sure you get that chance on this job my friend, I know what driving force revenge can be. Worse then a women, ya know.”

TBC: Rourke or anyone who would like to interrupt…
Capt'n Jack Sparrow set sail at 12:06 a.m. , Wednesday, August 27, 2003

Edmond Dagg, stood at the helm, the ships wheel rocking from gently from side to side in his experienced hands. He was an imposing figure with his large, rough frame covered by his old naval dress coat over plain sailors garb, memories from days past . Dagg, hardly anybody and certainly no one on this ship even knew he had a first name, watched both ship and crew as they went about their work, for sailing was everything he was and the only thing that was worth doing right in his opinion.

As he waited for Will to return with a course heading, Dagg barked out orders to the sailors, insuring all jobs were done promptly and correctly. If there was one thing Dagg couldn’t stand, was a sloppy run ship. Now Dagg thought young Capt’n Will was doing a fine job, just most of the crew members he had brought aboard were misfits from other forms of life and knew nothing of sailing, such as that noble girl, Adrienne. But that’s what he was here for, to whip this crew into a proper band of sailors and hopefully pirates. Thankfully, there were members of the crew who had some sense, like that Wesley boy. That boy would become a fine sailor one day in Dagg’s opinion, but the opinion would go unvoiced. Dagg preferred to show favor by giving trust and responsibility instead of flowery compliments.

Speaking of misfits, Dagg spotted that damned writer finally emerging from the crew quarters. If Dagg hated anything more then a sloppily ship, it was the flow of flowery language that seemed to flow from the writer’s mouth like water. Dagg was convinced that Jacoby had talked himself onto this ship and was good for nothing else except talking. Realizing the man was still drunk from the amount of rum he had consumed the night before, Dagg smirked. The poor bastard couldn’t even hold his liquor.

“Aye, writer, finally going to grace the decks with your presence? I’m sorry if we don’t stop to listen to your newest tale, but there’s real work to be done.” His tone was condescending on purpose, layered under the remnants of a rough British accent.

TBC:Jacoby

((Hope you like your new crew members Katya ;) Oliver’s intro will come later, I am making plans for him *grins evilly* ))
Dagg set sail at 11:49 p.m. , Tuesday, August 26, 2003

Adrienne swallowed and nodded her head. It wasn’t that she was trying to show Will that she understood, but it was more that she was trying to convince herself that everything was all right. Stealing goods from a merchant vessel, it wasn’t stowing away on one, and it certainly wasn’t taking bits of food to survive the long travel. It was a siege, a forceful takeover of the ship’s crew, just so they could steal cargo.

She realized that she was frowning and quickly brought a bit of a cheer to her eyes, hoping Will hadn’t noticed. Trying to remind herself that she was a pirate, she must have known that she’d have to do something like this eventually. No. Actually, she hadn’t thought about it, but it would have to be fine in her book, considering she didn’t exactly have any other choices.

“Very well.” Her voice came out quietly, almost cracking, and she cursed her throat for showing weakness. She was going to have to toughen up if she was going to be welcomed here on a pirate ship. Thinking to herself again, she had always been under the impression that she was on the tougher side. Well, compared to the well-off rich girls that she used to know, she most definitely was, but out here on the ocean she was as soft as the pillow that she missed so dearly.

TBC: Will/Wesley
Adrienne set sail at 10:25 p.m. , Tuesday, August 26, 2003

In the crew's hold, Rourke O'Kelly dug a knife into the musty, damp wooden table as water dripped down onto his head and the seawater lurched by the window outside. There was one large jagged mark on the table, three of them altogether, one for each of the agents of the East India Company he vowed he would take revenge upon. Would never 'ave been 'appenin' in Ireland, he thought to himself as a drip of water leaked onto his head.

A pirate for upwards of twelve years, Rourke was an experienced sailor and swordsman, but what he was concerned with (even more so than women, he would add wryly) was to get rid of the agents who had arrested him and gotten thatclose to hanging him.

He had gotten away the first time. The next time, he would not be so lucky.

Making a guttural sound somewhere deep in his throat, he stood and slid the dagger into the rags around his hips. The leather strap around his wrist had 3 similar marks in it, shared ones with the table; they were his reminders.

And now 'ere I am, with Captain Jack Sparrow, he thought with a touch of begrudging respect. It was hard not to respect that man, but it was also hard to be his friend or think of him kindly. He was a hard man to like. But he was a good man to work for. And with.

Stretching his tired, old beyond their years limbs, he headed out onto the deck. He stared up at the sky and the position of the sun and the clouds in the sky and the horizon. Tortuga, he thought. "Jack!" he called.

TBC: Jack, whoever else is on the boat
Rourke O'Kelly set sail at 09:00 p.m. , Tuesday, August 26, 2003

Obligatory role call, everyone! Just post something on the tag-board to say that you're still here. :-D
Moderator/Alice set sail at 04:53 p.m. , Tuesday, August 26, 2003

Rousing from a sleep filled with wild dreams, Jacoby Hutton rubbed his eyes and looked around the dingy , poorly lit hole where everyone sans mon capitan spent their nights. He struggled to remember which ship he was on, which captain he was serving, where in the world he was, and what exactly his intentions were.

Oy, he thought, struggling to stand up. Too much rum . . .

This was Captain Will Turner's ship, he remembered.

Next to the pieces of cloth he affectionately referred to as a 'bed', he saw the pile of papers with ink blots covering them. It all came rushing back to him-- along with the blood. "Oy," he soud, and he reached for something to hold on to, even though the rocking of the boat was not conducive to the standing environment.

The pieces of paper on the floor, which he had affectionately called The Mariner's Massacre, or How I Learned to be a Pirate, a Satire in under 100,000 words, were falling loosely. Daggs would abuse him mightily if he saw that. Pushing by the papers, disregarding them, Jacoby stumbled out of the crew quarters and up to the deck of the ship.

"Oy! Hello!" he called to anyone who could hear. "Is anyone present?"

TBC: Anyone on Will's ship
Jacoby set sail at 04:33 p.m. , Tuesday, August 26, 2003

Will looked questioningly at Adrienne, which led to an inadverdant glance of her cleavage. Luckily Adrienne was adjusting her hat at the time so she had not noticed. Clearing his throat, and hoping Wes had not spotted anything strange Will pointed to the merchant ships course. "Its called the Astral and its a merchant vessel. Its one of the ships trading with the indies, we're catching it because we are pirates." He added the last part jokingly.

Somthing about Adrienne's question worried him, oh yeah. Because she had asked a question any pirate should know. They plundered ships, its what they did, and they had to catch ships in order to grab the goods. Just another of Adirenne's mysteries.

TBC: Adrienne
Will set sail at 04:05 p.m. , Tuesday, August 26, 2003

Adrienne followed Will to the desk, watching as he shoved Elizabeth’s letter into a draw. Her eyes narrowed. Another part of the mystery that is behind Captain Will Turner, I suppose. Still staring at the draw, she again vowed to figure out what went on inside of her captain’s mind.

Will got to the map and began pointing and speaking. Adrienne leaned forward with her elbows on the desk, watching and listening, but again she found herself confused. She imagined the way she felt to be like the way that the slow schoolboy felt in class. In her times young girls without money didn’t receive a good education, but she, however, was schooled by a private teacher and never had the privilege to sit in a classroom and compare her intelligence to that of her peers. She had always thought she was rather smart …

She grazed her bottom teeth against her top lip and spoke up. “Um, Will?” She turned her head away from the map to look up at him. As she did so, her hat tipped slightly backwards and she reached up to straighten it before continuing on with her questioning. “What ship is this, and why precisely must we catch it?”

TBC: Will
Adrienne set sail at 09:41 a.m. , Tuesday, August 26, 2003

"You got my word, Captain!" Tom gave a sort of saluting remark. "I won't even dare go near her. She is one hell of a lady." He said and chuckled with Jack. "Well, I'll get back to work now. We'll let you know when we land to Tortuga." The land of the cleavage. Tom thought with a grin on his face. Jack didn't seem to hear Tom anymore because he had long gone drifted into his sleep with a bottle of rum in hand. Tom walked out as quietly as possible took one last glance at Jack snoring.

When he arrived outside he looked around and saw everyone sitting around. Everything was going well so everyone decided to just laze around for the rest of the trip. Tom would've joined them of only Anamaria wasn't there. There she was with that scowl on her face, playing cards with the crew and it looks as if she's winning. He sneaked up to the helms for refuge away from Anamaria. She's still probably mad. It was just probably the presence of Jack why she pardoned me. Tom found himself once again staring at the vast, cascading ocean. The weather looked perfect, with the sun blazing high in the sky, the breeze blowing by and the sky as blue as the ocean. When he was about to drift in his thoughts again he felt a hand on his right shoulder.

"Fine weather isn't it, my boy?" It was Mr. Gibbs, also looking out in the ocean. Tom just nodded and looked away. "Anything on your mind? You looked as if you were about to jump down the ship."

Mr. Gibbs took a deep breath and then exhaled. "Ahh, yes I sometimes do. They all passed on though. Never had a wife or any children. I often think of what would've happened if I did." Mr. Gibbs lingered on the thought a moment longer and turned to Tom. "It doesn't matter now boy. Besides why are you thinking about these things? You have tour whole life ahead of you! You'll know what to do when the time comes." Mr. Gibbs patted Tom at the back, which kind of made Tom smile. "Bah, you need some rest, boy. Why don't you get something to eat and then get some sleep? We'll be in Tortuga soon and then off to another adventure eh?"

"Hmm...Okay, wake me when we get there. Thank Mr. Gibbs." Before Tom could leave Mr. Gibbs stopped him. "Stop calling me Mr. Gibbs for heaven's sake. We're all pirates here! Call me Gibbs like everyone else." Mr. Gibbs gave him a smile and then winked. "Okay, Gibbs " Tom also smiled back and then went to his below deck and did exactly as what Mr. Gibbs told him to do.

TBC: Anyone
Tom set sail at 10:59 p.m. , Monday, August 25, 2003

Hey, guys! Things are a little slow right now, but Amy and I are going to bring in some new characters to spice it all up, so look for things to be picking up soon. :-D
Moderator/Alice set sail at 09:37 p.m. , Monday, August 25, 2003

When Adrienne stepped out of the room and gave a twirl Will's heart had lept into his mouth, and he had bitten his toungue to keep a whistle from coming out. Argh! Was he so fickle? "It fits...nicely Adrienne." Will pushed away any romantic thoughts and tried to figure this girl out.

She had no problem joining a pirate crew, but seemed unused to the world of a ship. When he had touched her hand it had been smooth instead of the roughness of a lower class girl. So Adrienne had to be upper class, or possibly an actress they did very little physical labor. She was definitly not a whore.

Stepping into the cabin Will led Wesley in, and belatedly realized a letter to Elizabeth was sitting on the desk with the maps, grabbing it he stuffed it in a drawer and blushed from the neck up. He showed Wesley and Adrienne the course he had plotted so far. "This is the ships course, and this ones ours. However if we stop in Tortuga we might miss the ship, otherwhise we have to catch it here." And will pointed to a place rather close to Port Royal, which he had not realized at the time.

Will set sail at 06:58 p.m. , Monday, August 25, 2003

((OOC: I hope everything's okay at home, Ben. Get back to us soon. ^_^))

Adrienne blushed slightly and murmured her thanks to Will as she pushed open the door to his cabin. After pressing it shut behind her, she had a quick look around, examining the small room with her eyes. It was of course what any room on a ship was expected to be; cramped and unlike that of any wealthy person. There were a few personal belongings lying about and a cot against the wall. She walked a few steps towards the bed and placed her new clothes down on the thin mattress.

She quickly got to changing as she remembered Will and Wesley both waiting outside. She reached around to her back, attempting to unhook the buttons on the dress. It was actually a difficult task when she didn’t have her handmaids helping her, but while stretching greatly she managed it all the same. The dress fell at her feet, and she stepped out of it, proceeding to pull on the breeches. They fit well, taking to her shape rather nicely. She secured them at her waist and grabbed the shirt. On a closer speculation she realized that there were a few buttons missing on the shirt, but they were only at the top and bottom, so she would make do. She slid her arms into the sleeves and began buttoning. The neckline fell slightly low because of the missing buttons, but she figured it looked good. It was not exactly proper attire for a lady as she used to be, but she felt good in it. The missing buttons at the bottom of the shirt only gave a glimpse at the breeches due to the shirt’s slightly oversized nature, while it settled nicely on her hips. She folded the sleeves up to her elbows as she had thought to do, and after reaching down to pick up her dress and folding it, she went to the door, opening it.

A quick smile on her lips flashed at the two young men, and she stepped aside to let them in. “Fits nicely, doesn’t it?” She spun around once, letting them get the whole view of her new ensemble.

TBC: Will/Wesley
Adrienne set sail at 02:10 p.m. , Monday, August 25, 2003

OOC:Hey guys, I got some bad news. Something has come up here at home and I won't be able to post for a while. But I WILL be back. I apologize if I leave any one with any problems or anything, but like I said I will be back...
-Ben
Wesley set sail at 07:26 a.m. , Monday, August 25, 2003

Jack had to admit, he was quite surprised when Tom appeared at his door. He thought the last place the boy wanted to be was near Anamaria after Jack had so kindly told him of one of Anamaria’s favorite things to do with her knife. He grinned the entire time, so as to old back the laughter at the boy fidgeting, trying to unconsciously cross his legs standing up. Jack was just waiting for the poor boy to fall over!

He watched as the boy and Anamaria exchanged words, sipping his rum. He almost spit it out in amusement when the boy began rambling aimlessly about keeping his “goods” and wanting a child. This time he couldn’t stop and laughter as he wiped his mouth on his sleeve. This was too amusing. The sly grin never left his face as an amused Anamaria told off the almost cowering Tom.

Finally when Anamaria left, Jack let out a whistle. “Strong girl that one. Almost pity the poor soul who decides she’s the woman for him. Literally have to live on the edge of a knife, that one.” He looked sideways at Tom who was staring after her. “You got off lucky boy. Real lucky.” With a graceful yawn and stretch like a cat, Jack laid back on his bed and cocked his hat over his eyes. “Back to work with ya boy, and don’t piss off the lady. I assure you she won’t restrain herself a second time…”

TBC: Tom
Capt'n Jack Sparrow set sail at 08:24 p.m. , Sunday, August 24, 2003

Tristan's reply she let pass, and she focused her energy instead on Norrington, whose answer she found intriguing. "Can you imagine?" she asked him. "Commodore James Norrington-- the captor of the last real threat of pirates in the Caribbean."

She made no mention of Will's ship, left that in silence. Drawing attention to him would do no one any good.

Thinking of him created that tremor in her stomach once more, and she tried to put it away. He shall return one day, Elizabeth, she tried to tell herself, doubting the validity of that.

The commodore was beginning to give in. She could see it. And if she could get Will to come in to harbor-- well, she didn't know what she would do.

TBC: James/Emma/Tristan
Elizabeth set sail at 05:58 p.m. , Sunday, August 24, 2003

Only when Adrienne asked whether to change first or not did Will realize what a diffucult position she had been put in. Indirectly he had put himself in a rather uncomfortable position because she looked at such a loss and he was felt that she was a kindred spirit. Plus she was pretty.... Elizabeth! Think of ELIZABETH! Will reminded himself rather forcefully.

"Since you do not have private quarters why don't you come to my quarters and change there. WHile I stand outside." Will hastily assured her. Ignoring Wesley's questioning look Will led the two of them to his quarters. "Mi'lady." Will said bowing slightly.

((TBC- Wesley, Adrienne))
Will set sail at 04:42 p.m. , Sunday, August 24, 2003

Anamaria knew what Jack was saying was right,she shouldn't let what Tom said upset her so much but she couldn't control herself she was furious "I don't care if it would make me seem crazy or alter your image,I think losing his "goods" would teach him a vaulable lesson."Jack looked at her and was about to say something when Tom came in.

"Ahem," "Can I just talk for a brief moment to Anamaria, Captain?" Jack nodded "Okay, well...I just wanted to..Umm.." "Ijustwannasaysorryforbeingrudeawhileago." Anamaria looked at him with a raised eyebrow and scowl on her face. "Fine, fine! I just wanted to say sorry for being an ass a while ago. Just please let me live or keep my "goods" and have at least one child!"

Anamaria laughed a little in spite of herself "You can apologize and plead all you want,but once I've made up my mind about something I follow through with it and show no pity or remorse." Tom's eyes widened "And as far as you wanting a kid,I really don't give a damn,way I see it,it would be better if you lost your "goods" and were unable to bring an offspring into the world." Anamaria took a deep breath and was silent for a moment.She unfolded her arms and looked Tom straight in the face "Learn to control your mouth,actually think before you speak,not everyone takes a liking to a little teasing,your just lucky I haven't killed you by now.Let's not end up in another situation like this again?" she said with a small forced smile.Tom nodded and Anamaria walked out of Jack's cabin and back up on deck.

TBC: Anyone
Anamaria set sail at 11:54 a.m. , Sunday, August 24, 2003

After Jack left Tom, rather mystified, he walked towards the railings and looked at the horizon. “And young lad like wouldn’t want to be a eunuch before he was twenty now would he?” He smiled to the Captain's teased. Yeah right, it's not like she's really going to eunuch me. He lingered on to the thought for a bit more. He was somewhat terrified, even though he's never seen Anamaria eunuch a man. I'm pretty sure she wouldn't. He thought with a shiver go up his spine. Will she? He turned his head and caught a glance of Anamaria going to Jack's cabin. Out of fear and just to make sure, he followed Anamaria to Jack's cabin to make sure that he gets to hold on to his "goods" long enough to have at least one child.

As he went down to the cabin he carefully thought of the right words to say to someone like Anamaria. He slowly opened the door and peeked inside. Anamaria and Jack seemed to be having some kind of conversation. Jack was lying down drinking a whole lot of rum. Well, whatever they're talking about will have to wait. I happen to want to keep my "goods"! He slowly opened the door and the obvious creaking sound of it got their attention.

"Ahem," he interrupted. "Can I just talk for a brief moment to Anamaria, Captain?" Jack didn't seem to care and just nodded his head taking another gulp of his rum. "Okay, well...I just wanted to..Umm.." He paused and tried to remember the words he had prepared. "Ijustwannasaysorryforbeingrudeawhileago." Tom said it all quickly that he bowed his head, kind of blushing. Anamaria looked at him with a raised eyebrow and scowl on her face. "Fine, fine! I just wanted to say sorry for being an ass a while ago. Just please let me live or keep my "goods" and have at least one child!" Tom seemed to have screamed it all out that he bowed his head in shame. Goddamit, why did you have to tell them about the child part? She'll probably skin me alive. With fear in his heart, he lifted his head up for his verdict.

TBC: Anamaria or Jack if he has something to say ^^;;
Tom set sail at 11:06 p.m. , Saturday, August 23, 2003

When Wesley had handed Adrienne the hat, she held it to her head with her palm, grinning up at him out from under its brim. “Thanks.” She looked from Will to Wesley and back again, wondering where they expected her to change. She didn’t know if it was some pirate custom to change in front of everyone, which she highly doubted. Though, she could imagine one of those “show girls” she had heard about doing something along the same lines. But even if it was expected of pirates, she wasn’t all that comfortable with it just yet.

In the middle of her ponderings while they exited the hold, Will interrupted her. “Now Wesley, I do need to review our course with you and … Adrienne why don't you stop in my cabin to take a look at the course too, I would like your opinion?”

She was quite flattered that Will had asked for her thoughts on the ship’s course. She felt rather important, and her chin lifted subconsciously. “I would love to,” she replied. Looking down at the clothes in her hands, she continued. “Should I change first and meet you in there, or…” Her voice trailed off as she looked to Will for an answer.

TBC: Will/Wesley
Adrienne set sail at 10:57 p.m. , Saturday, August 23, 2003

Jack was lying on his bed, hat cocked over his eyes, one arm across his chest (near his ever present pistol) while the other draped to the floor, rum bottle clutched in his fingers. One might have thought he was asleep if didn’t raise that bottle to his lips every few minutes and take a long drink. This was the way Capt’n Jack Sparrow got his rest.

He heard footsteps approaching his cabin, but the hand near his pistol didn’t even flinched for he recognized the ever angry footsteps of Anamaria and he wasn’t surprised when she came storming into his room. Cocking his head so his hat fell back into place, he looked lazily over at his fuming crew member. He couldn’t help but smirk at her attitude.

“Anamaria, my darling, you really shouldn’t let the boy get ya flustered. I’d hate for the boy to lose his “goods” to your lovely knife. What would the rest of the crew think? I can’t let them think you’re crazier then I, bad for my image ya know.” Jack grinned playfully, knowing he was just riling her up more. He knew he should be calming her down but he couldn’t help it. Driving people crazy was in his nature, and one doesn’t go against mother nature. She has a nasty habit of getting you back in ways you don’t want to think about.

TBC: Anamaria, or Tom if you would like to face her wrath…
Captn' Jack Sparrow set sail at 09:52 p.m. , Saturday, August 23, 2003

Will nodded when Wesley handed Adrienne the hat, it was an absolute essential out here. Will himself had four different hats, but that was his own special fetish. "I almost forgot one of those, stupid of me." Will said. In truth his mind had been several miles away for a few minutes, wondering what Elizabeth was doing.

"Well, seeing as that's taken care of I suggest you change Miss Adrienne. And save the dress, you can always re-use the material." Will said and steered the two crew man out of the hold. "Now Wesley, I do need to reveiw our course with you and...Adrienne why don't you stop in my cabin to take a look at the course too, I would like your opinion?" Maybe Will was being too trusting, but he hardly believed Wesley and Adrienne to be the mutinous type. Plus Will liked both of them, and since his crew was fairly new it was diffucult to say that of many of the crew members.

TBC: Wes, Adrienne
Will set sail at 08:41 p.m. , Saturday, August 23, 2003

Anamaria walked to the side of the ship.She exhaled deeply then leaned back against the railing crossing her arms.'Where did he get off talking to her like that,who does he think he is!' Anamaria thought to herself thinking about what Tom had said "Little Jerk,I should of slugged him hard in the face" she said out loud.'If he ever tries something like that again,he'd be sure to get what he deserves' she thought as a small smile came over her face.

Mr.Gibbs walked over to her "What's all this talking to yourself about?" Anamaria shook her head "It's nothing..really,just a bit fed up" Mr.Gibbs leaned next to Anamaria "The sky's clear,the wind's behind us,the waters are calm, try to relax a little" he said "We'll be in Tortuga shortly" Anamaria said nothing "Here..." Mr.Gibbs said as he handed a half empty bottle of rum to her "I think you could use this" Anamaria made a face at him then grabbed the bottle.She took a long chug,almost finishing the bottle she wiped her lips then handed it back to Gibbs.He smiled then walked away.

Anamaria glanced around the ship and noticed Jack was no where to be spotted,her eyes landed at Tom who was standing by the helm she glared at him giving him a nasty look.She then pulled herself off the railing and walked below deck,she figured she'd find Jack and cause him some grief.She walked to his cabin door which was open a crack.She slowly pushed it open as she knocked on it."Jack!?"

TBC: Jack
Anamaria set sail at 05:56 p.m. , Saturday, August 23, 2003

Wesley had indeed followed Will and Adrienne into the hold. Grinning as Will "opened" the chests with a bit of flair. Resting his back against a vertical wooden support beam, he watched as Adrienne rummaged through the clothing.

Wesley couldn't help but admire her delicate features, noting how her expression changed slightly as she looked over each item of clothing. 'There's something different about her' ,thought Wesley, 'She's not like any of the other lady pirates that I've met. There seems to be something there...'

Wesley nodded his approval at her choice of clothing as she stood and turned around. Wesley looked at her for a second before stepping to another trunk that lay in the near corner of the hold. Crouching down he opened the lid with one hand and began rummaging around with the other. A few seconds later he closed the trunk and came up with a hat, much like his own, only smaller and a dark shade of brown instead of black. Wesley judged the hat to be about Adrienne's size, smiling he held it out to Adrienne. "Best you have one of these, the sun can be quite harsh at times." He glanced at the Captain, waiting to see if he had anything to add...

TBC:Will/Adrienne
Wesley set sail at 05:16 p.m. , Saturday, August 23, 2003

James listened to Tristan's reply, and he had to agree. But when he remembered what Elizabeth had said...'And then you can glean the information you need from them.' If Elizabeth's idea had been approved - maybe he'd be able to get some information about Jack Sparrow and his bloody crew of pirates. The thought made him a little excited; no one had any idea how badly he wanted Sparrow to be captured and hanged. But, when Tristan finished up his comments, James was back to agreeing with him. Although not fully.

Norrington spoke up, "Tristian is right," he started, he looked over at Elizabeth and bit his bottom lip. He started again, but this time more slowly, "But...I will admit that, I don't think it's all that bad of an idea." he nodded his head slightly. "It would be rather helpful for a while, really." he admitted, sounding very truthful, but also a tiny bit unsure of what he was saying. Afterall, he, Commodore James Norrington, was agreeing that letting pirates dock at Port Royale could be a good thing.

TBC: Elizabeth, Emma or Tristan
Norrington set sail at 10:16 a.m. , Saturday, August 23, 2003

Adrienne smiled at Will when he offered her his arm. “Why, thank you, captain,” she said, stressing the word captain as a “sign of affection” like Will had just mentioned. She walked with him as he led her down to the hold. It was a bit dingy down there, and she knew that the clothes weren’t going to be in tip-top shape. Not having everything in perfect condition was another the she’s have to get used to.

Will opened the trunks, and she noted his unique way of doing so with a smirk. No one had ever kicked any trunks open for her before, and she had rather liked it. Walking over, she peered at the clothes, and knelt down onto the wood floor, beginning to leaf through the trunks. After tossing a few things from side to side in the trunks and coming across a few questionable items, she finally found a small pair of breeches. They were slate blue in color and slightly faded. The waist was small enough to fit her, and their length would end just bellow her knees. She figured that they had once belonged to a younger boy. After folding them and placing them in her lap, she pulled out a long sleeved, white cotton shirt. With the sleeves rolled up to her elbows, she figured that she would be just fine in it.

She held the clothes to her chest, and stood up, closing the trunk in front of her. She turned around to face Will and smiled. “Thank you, Will. These will suit me well.”

TBC: Will, maybe Wesley
Adrienne set sail at 02:52 p.m. , Friday, August 22, 2003

While rummaging in a chest on deck for a bottle of rum that he swore he had but there last night, Jack couldn’t help but overhear the last part of the conversation between Tom and Anamaria (thankfully for the crew, his ego missed that “That is why he is the greatest Captain of all the Caribbean islands" line). He smiled to himself as he stood up, rum bottle in hand as he heard Tom’s quip that sent Anamaria off in a huff.

Ambling over to where the young man was working, Jack leaned against the rail of the ship and took a long swig from the bottle in his hand. “You should watch your tongue around Anamaria, boy.” Jack had to fight back the urge to call Tom “whelp.” That’s what Jack had always called upstart youngins but for some reason, now, Jack’s mind had tagged that term to Will and Will only. OF course, none of this train of thought showed on Jack’s face as he gave Tom a knowing smirk. “She’s been known to steals men’s “goods” with a knife for less then what you just said.” Jack looked Tom up and down for a moment. “And young lad like wouldn’t want to be a eunuch before he was twenty now would he?”

With a playful wink and a hard pat on the shoulder, Jack ambled away from the startled looking young man, to find his cabin and some sleep.

TBC: Anyone who wants to face the wrath of a Capt’n Jack Sparrow who is lacking in sleep at the moment ;)
Capt'n Jack Sparrow set sail at 12:01 p.m. , Friday, August 22, 2003

Tom who was standing by the helms and watching the currents looked towards Anamaria, standing in front of him. "So what do you think about Captain Sparrow's plans?" Anamaria asked looking at Tom with a grin. He thought for a moment. Even though he already knew what to say it's just that he couldn't just explode and shout to Anamaria on how he thought Captain Jack Sparrow was the most amazing man that ever lived, next to his father of course. He just couldn't be that immature.

So he gave Anamaria that sort of intellectual, mature, thinking look. "I personally think that it's a ludicrous, reckless and impossible idea." Tom paused for a moment and turned his gaze towards the vast ocean, he even caught Anamaria with her eyebrows raised. "And," he paused again and this time he closed his eyes and inhaled a breath of air. "I think that only our insane Captain is stupid enough to do it. That is why he is the greatest Captain of all the Caribbean islands." He turned back to Anamaria with a smile on his face. "It really truly is dangerous too, but I guess that's what make us the crew of the ship. The adrenaline of the danger and all and our dear Captain were nice enough to bring it all back." Anamaria now had a satisfied smile on her face.

"Smile more often, love. We just all love looking at sunshine and butterflies." Tom teased Anamaria, which was clearly out of the line. He knew that she would be furious with this comment. Anamaria gave a pout and left Tom silently. You could say that Tom meant what he had said, mainly because he was woman-hungry. Even though he was only at the young age of 17 he had already slept with enough woman to have the experience of someone older than he is. He smiled to himself and thought of the first time he had slept with a woman in Tortuga before he became a crew of the Black Pearl. Ahhh...Tortuga, the land of the cleavage.

TBC: Anyone
Tom set sail at 11:25 p.m. , Wednesday, August 20, 2003

Will smile widened at Adrienne as she said. "Thank you, Will, and you do realize that you can simply call me Adrienne. The miss is flattering, but now that I'm a pirate, I think I can do without.”

Will's answer to this was. "Sorry miss, merely habit. Still you should not relinquish the moral highground quite now. I know ex-royalty who kept their titles when they were pirates. A bit of an affectation if you ask me." Will offered Adrienne his arm and led her into the hold. "And I beg you to excuse me if I continue to call you 'Miss Adrienne'." Will looked around the hold, releasing Adrienne's arm. "Ah!" Will heade over to a few trunks and kicked them open. Inside lay female and men's clothes. "Pick some outfits."

TBC: Adrienne, or Wesley if he followed us
Will set sail at 08:15 p.m. , Wednesday, August 20, 2003

Adrienne listened to their answers in silence, and she stifled her surprise at Wesley’s use of the word ‘bastards’. It was true that she hadn’t been used to such language, but having lived her sheltered life, there wasn’t much that she was used to. For some reason, she could also sense that Wesley had had good reason to say what he’d said. She noticed his expression which was soon changed to a smile, but being far from unintelligent she saw right through it. The East India Company was surely something to worry, even fear, and Will's words only emphasized it. When he rolled his sleeve up, she simply stared at the brand on his forearm. Not only did it have to have hurt, but she couldn’t even imagine being lined up to be hung, or shot for that matter.

Although it was a stifling hot day in the Caribbean, she felt a chill run down her spine. Her shoulders shook, and in reaction to it she folded her arms across her chest. The realization was really just dawning on her now that she had gotten herself into some deep water.

Still concentrated on her own thoughts, she barely heard Will when he spoke. “Now, Miss Adrienne, let me take you below. There will be plenty of things for you to pick from. Wesley, if you want you can accompany us, as you seem to have adopted Adrienne.”

She shook the thoughts from her head, and focused on what he had said. “Thank you, Will, and you do realize that you can simply call me Adrienne. The miss is flattering,” she smiled a bit, “but now that I'm a pirate, I think I can do without.”

TBC: Will/Wesley
Adrienne set sail at 03:00 p.m. , Wednesday, August 20, 2003

Will's smile had faltered a little when Adrienne had asked about the East India company, and dropped altogether when Wesley answered. "Standing orders are to shoot pirates, and even if you surrender they butcher you all the same." Will rolled up his sleeve to expose the burned in P, the brand of a pirate. "Just after I left...home I was caught by the East India company. I got out of there before they hung me, but I'm still branded. That was before they got vicious."

Will rolled down his sleeve and went back to smiling. He did not let these things keep him down for long, if allowed himself to wallow in misery then he should have stayed a blacksmith. "Now Miss Adrienne, let me take you below. There will be plenty of things for you to pick from. Wesley if you want you can accompany us, as you seem to have adopted Adrienne." Will did not wink, he meant everything he said. Where as Jack Sparrow would have teased, Will merely let it go. One of the many things Jack and Will differed on, Will's favorite difference between them was the size of their hats.

TBC: Wesley or Adrienne.
Will set sail at 10:57 a.m. , Wednesday, August 20, 2003

Wesley nodded at Will's proposed course change. He'd heard stories, some good and otherwise, of Tortuga. Some of his crew mates that had been there spoke fondly of it, Tortuga sounded like a place to cut loose and do anything you wanted from the way they described it. 'Information on the East India Company, huh? Good idea.' Wesley knew information could be dangerous if used correctly, and Tortuga was sure to have a kings ransom worth of it.

Pleased that he was able to help Adrienne, even in the least, he acknowledged her wink with a nod and a small smile. Wesley frowned at the mention of the East India Company. The very mention of their name instantly reminded him of why he had became a pirate in the first place. “Should we be worried about this East India Company?” Wesley looked to Adrienne as she continued, “I don’t know much about anything around here, but are they...dangerous?”

Wesley scowled, "Dangerous? I'd say so...especially if they catch you with your back turned. From what I have heard they have been given standing orders to shoot all pirates on sight." Wesley spat in disgust, "They commit murder and call it justice, bastards." Wesley knew that some pirates, the ones that wantonly commited murder as well as other atrocities, might indeed deserve death. He also knew that there were other pirates, like Will, who would never do such a thing, who didn't deserve a death like that. Glancing at Adrienne he smiled a bit to mask his real feelings. Even though he had really just met her, the thought of Adrienne being shot down made his stomach turn and his blood boil. 'She probably hasn't done a thing wrong, but they wouldn't hesitate to kill her...' Pushing those thoughts away he turned to Will, interested on what he Captains take would be...

TBC:Will/Adrienne
Wesley set sail at 07:34 a.m. , Wednesday, August 20, 2003

Anamaria was happy to see the crew was so pleased with Jack's plans,though she already figured that they would be.She saw Jack walking down below deck,she figured he was either off to get some sleep,rum or both.She decided she'd wait till later to speak with him again.

Anamaria walked over to the railing of the ship.She placed her hands and grasped it,looking down into the waters.The cool spray of the ocean hit her face.She couldn't stop thinking of Tortuga and how she was actually looking forward to docking there for a couple of days.She had some friends there and she figured they might be able to tell her some information about Iris.Anamaria pulled herself away from the railing and walked over to Mr.Gibbs."Beautiful day,isn't it?" he nodded "Indeed it is" "Not long and we'll be in Tortuga" he added.Anamaria smiled "I know" she then looked towards the helm and saw the young boy Tom she walked over to him "Good day" she said with smile "So what do you think about Captain Sparrow's plans?"

TBC: Tom
Anamaria set sail at 06:28 a.m. , Wednesday, August 20, 2003

Tristan raised his eyebrow when he heard Elizabeth's questions,he was almost certian that something like this would come up at the brunch.He thought the questions over for a second and decided he might as well comment on them. "Elizabeth,I highly doubt it would be such a great idea to allow pirates to dock here, you cannot trust them no matter what,they are thieves,liars,and cons.But I do see your point of view, it would benefit Port Royale to be able to get information from them,but there would be no no absolute way of knowing if that plan would actually work or just back fire into our faces." Tristan felt somewhat satisfied with his response,even if he had thought it was a good idea he would never fully admit it,after all he had to be against the whole piracy thing,being that he and his father were both respectful citizens of Port Royale, for him to show any kindness or mercy towards pirates would be unthinkable by some."I just think it would be much safer for Port Royale not to let them dock" he said as he looked to James,Emma,and Elizabeth waiting for their responses.

TBC: James,Elizabeth,Emma
Tristan set sail at 06:26 a.m. , Wednesday, August 20, 2003

Tom was clearly ecstatic with Jack's announcement. So he still has it! Tom smiled wide as he watched the crew get to work. He has never been this excited since he first became a crew of the ship! He couldn't believe that they were going to steal right under the British Navy's noses! The idea was so...maniacal that only Captain Jack Sparrow dares thought of it. He was still amazed with Jack's mind. It was so unpredictable and the outcomes of it are always rewarding and unforgettable.

He saw Gibbs and Anamaria commanding the crew to change its course to Tortuga. That was another thing he was exciting about, Tortuga. He had the fondest memories in that place. Besides he loves visiting Sam McGee, his father's friend from his piracy days, because he always had some kind of exciting tale about his father either seducing the most beautiful lady of Tortuga, or fighting off a dozen notorious pirates and leaving them begging for his mercy. Sam obviously liked to exaggerate his stories a little bit for Tom.

Tom also had another thought in his mind. It was a crazy idea, but he did miss his brother and sisters... He was planning to make contact with them, visit them in England. He was of course curious what happened to his father's blacksmithing business. He loathed his siblings, but they were still family. The only thing that was bothering him about the idea was getting caught by the East India Company. Jack probably wouldn't fear this thought, but in fact would love it but Tom didn't want his crew to get in trouble. He decided to wait until they arrived in Tortuga before asking Jack besides it's not like he was completely sure with his idea since he did still doubt for his crew mates safety. He took a deep breath and looked at his crew get to work. I guess I better get to work. Wouldn't want to be the laziest mate here. He laughed off his problems and helped everyone set sail to Tortuga.

TBC: Jack or Anamaria
Tom set sail at 11:24 p.m. , Tuesday, August 19, 2003

In response to Will’s question, Adrienne merely bit her bottom lip a bit and then answered. “Well, I assume that it’d be easier to function in breeches. That way I wouldn’t have to worry about tumblin’ over myself.” Feeling all the more comfortable in the situation, she winked at Wesley and then returned her attention back to Will as he was speaking again.

At Will’s mention of the East India Company, a look of concern clouded Adrienne’s features. She had remembered overhearing muttered statements of this particular company among the crewmen, but she didn’t understand it at all. Shouldn’t this company be more concerned of pirates than the pirates of them? Pirates were pirates. Throughout her entire life Adrienne had been under the assumption that pirates feared nothing and cared only of a good time, a good drink, and particularly a good lot of treasure. Now, to find out that it wasn’t the case would make her rethink a lot of things.

Unsure whether she should really ask or not, she decided it best to appear dumb than to remain ignorant. “Should we be worried about this East India Company?” she asked Will, but looked to Wesley afterwards, not minding his input. “I don’t know much about anything around here, but are they…dangerous?”

TBC: Will/Wesley
Adrienne set sail at 03:11 p.m. , Tuesday, August 19, 2003

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Moderator/Alice set sail at 03:09 p.m. , Tuesday, August 19, 2003