the continuing saga

((ooc: Argh, don't kill me for doing this. I forgot to put the TBC on my last post, so here it is.)) TBC: Wesley, or Adrienne. ((ooc:There, now my conciense is absolved))
Will set sail at 02:32 p.m. , Tuesday, August 19, 2003

“Of course it will be alright!” He made a dramatic, yet foolish pose. “because I’m Captain Jack Sparrow!” Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Anamaria smiled slightly like he had hoped. “Now finished getting ready while I go tell Gibbs the good news!”

He almost skipped out of Anamaria’s cabin, anxious to tell the crew that he finally had something planned. Something that would cure them of their boredom. First, he climbed up the deck to where a sailor stood by the wheel, Mr. Gibbs standing beside him as navigator. “Well boys,” Jack started to get their attention. “I’m going to need you set a course for Tortuga, savvy?” Jack’s amused smile grew when the sailor at the wheel brightened at the news.

“Yes captain!” said the sailor enthusiastically. Gibbs only smiled, than began consulting the charts in front of him to chart a course for their destination.

Knowing the Pearl was in Gibbs’ capable hands, Jack grabbed a dangling rope and climbed partway into the rigging before looking down on his crew below. “Despicable pirates of the Black Pearl! Dirty, dastardly villains of the seas! Listen up to your ole Capt’n for a moment.” Crew members who had nothing of immediate importance to do stopped what they were doing and looked up at their captain, while Jack could tell that those that did were all ears. Anamaria had come out of her cabin and was standing with her arms crossed, listening as well, though she knew what he was going to say. Jack’s grin grew wider then ever before. This crew respected him like a captain should be respected, not like his last crew that kindly dumped him over board in favor of his first mate.

“You all know the East India Company as tried to make our job of being the scourge of the seas a little difficult. But we have put our faith in the Black Pearl and she will never fail us!” A small shout arose from the crew but Jack only continued through it. “A pirate’s life is to be free and they seek to take that freedom with a shot from a gun or a drop from a nose. How’s about we pay back that East India Company for making our lives just that tad bit more difficult…for even tempting to take our freedom?” Now the shout from the crew was over whelming. Jack dangled dramatically from the rigging, smiling like an idiot, knowing it would just work up his crew more. “In two days time, we will dock in Tortuga to rest and get supplies. Then I will tell you of my plan but right now, know this! In five days time, a valuable shipment of tobacco is arriving in Port Royale. I intended to steal it, right out from under the British Navy’s and the East India Company’s noses. Are you with me?” Now, everyone had stopped what they were doing and were cheering. Jack grinned as basked in his crew’s cheers. He hadn’t let them down.

The crew resumed their work as Jack climbed down, feeling smug and very proud of himself. Now he just wanted to find a semi full bottle of rum and disappear into his cabin for a while. He had to sleep sometime.

TBC: Anamaria or Tom
Capt'n Jack Sparrow“ set sail at 02:18 p.m. , Tuesday, August 19, 2003

Will's smile seemed to grow larger when he realized Wesley and Adrienne were getting along. That was a good thing, most of the crew had been chosen for their skills at manual labor, Wesley however was a thinker and Adrienne...Well he would be lying if he said it was not partially to keep her out of some other pirates hands. They both showed inititive, especially Wesley checking for ships. It was a good idea.

"It should not be to hard to find Miss Adrienne something more suited to the outfit of a pirate. Do you wish breeches, and a shirt Adrienne or another dress?" Will would personally help Adrienne pick something out so she would feel more comfortable with him and his crew. Seeing that Wesley had adopted her though...

"And Wes, I was thinking we might take the ship into Tortuga for a day or two. Get some more information on the East India Company." Maybe get a few more letters from Elizabeth. "And give the crew time for a few brawls."

Will set sail at 11:11 a.m. , Tuesday, August 19, 2003

As Will had approached them, Adrienne found herself thinking of Wesley as a wonderful gentleman, nothing at all like that dreadful viscount. She had been somewhat surprised to find someone like Wesley being a pirate. Then again, she held Will in the same high respects. He must have put a lot of thought into choosing his crew. She smiled at Will’s greeting and waved her hand through the air a bit. “It’s a grand morning,” she had said.

Standing with her hands folded almost bashfully behind her back, she watched Wesley from the corner of her eyes as he spoke about her. So, I’m his mate, then? She smiled to herself, and returned her attention to Will. “I wouldn’t wish to be a bother, troubling you about this and all. I suppose this dress could suffice if I am able to make some alterations.” She picked up the skirt in her hands, letting out a bit of a view of her calves. They were surprisingly fit for such a lady, but back in England she had had a habit of playing with her older cousin and his friends, who were indeed the only people she missed. She owed most of her muscles to those games of sport, and now that she had become a pirate, she was rather grateful because she knew it would come in handy.

She traced her slender fingers across the material of the dress, remembering the day she had thrown it on, it being her oldest and most comfortable dress. Having left her manor in such a hurry, she’d had nothing more fitting to wear. It had been her only clothing for the long journey, and her time spent thereafter. She really wasn’t used to being so … unclean. “But then again,” she added, speaking up, “only if it isn’t a problem, something else would probably be better. I can’t say that I feel much like a pirate in this thing.” Her cheeks rose as she smiled, and her shoulders popped up and down in a small-framed shrug.

TBC: Will/Wesley
Adrienne set sail at 10:44 a.m. , Tuesday, August 19, 2003

The servant showed Tristan Bourgess in, and then their little gathering was complete. These were the people who made up her society in Port Royale, James Norrington, Emma Preston, and Tristan Bourgess. These were, after all, Elizabeth Swann's friends, and they were good friends to have-- a commodore, a commodore's son, and of course, Emma, who represented wealth and high society herself. What interesting conversations the four of them could get into. And in a different time, perhaps Elizabeth would have found herself as Mrs. James Norrington and Emma as Mrs. Tristan Bourgess. It was far too late for the former, but not too late for the latter, she realized, watching Emma closely.

"Tristan," Elizabeth said, standing as he entered the room. He said his hellos to everyone, and she smiled at him.

There was an awkward moment of silence as the conversation lulled, and then a servant entered and informed them of the food being ready. "Very well," Elizabeth said. "We shall eat in here," she told the servant, and then she smiled at the others.

I can't believe, she thought dully, that only months ago, I was fighting pirates, using lost treasure as a weapon, and now here I am. She forced a smile to her face, out of respect for the others. Everyone viewed the incident with the Black Pearl as a trifle, something never to be mentioned again.

Now that she had Tristan and the commodore in the room with her, however . . . "Commodore? Tristan?" she asked. "Have you ever considered granting the pirates a day of . . . amnesty? I feel almost certain that my father would agree to it. Just one day of allowing them to dock here so that they can receive the proper medical care they all need." Anticipating the question that followed, she quickly said, "James, can you imagine how much friendlier certain pirates will be towards you? The ones who are already predisposed to being swayable will be even more so. And then you can glean the information you need from them."

TBC: James, Tristan, Emma
Elizabeth set sail at 10:33 a.m. , Tuesday, August 19, 2003

Wesley coudn't help but smile as Adrienne blushed. He watched as her delicate features flushed red, 'My, she is beautiful...', Wesley's thoughts were interrupted as the woman grasped his hand. Noting how soft and smoothe the girls hand was, Wesley was about to bow and kiss the back of her hand when she shook his and pulled it away. Wesley just smiled, he was unphased by the womans actions, 'That kind of thing probably wouldn't have sat to well with her anyway,' he thought as she spoke again.

“I’m Adrienne,” the woman introduced herself, then went on to apologize. Wesley frowned a bit, his smile quickly returning though, "It's a pleasure to meet you Adrienne and I assure you, there is no need to apologize," Wesley bowed a bit as he spoke. Standing back up he chanced a peak into her eyes, quickly taking her all in. 'She is stunning! I wonder how she came to be here?' thought Wesly as he admired Adrienne.

Wesley looked down to the dress that Adrienne wore, "Thats a very nice dress," pausing he gestured to her attire, "but I'm afraid it simply won't do out here. What say you we find the captain and ask about some more fitting attire for a pirate such as yourself?" To Wesley's surprise, just as he started to turn Will appeared out of no where. "Fine morning, isn't it?" asked the Captain in a cheery voice, Wesley nodded his reply.

Will turned to him, "I want to talk to you about some course changes we might have to make." Wesley stifled a smile, it pleased him that Will had enough confidence in him to discuss the direction of the ship. "Of course, sir," he motioned with his hand, indicating he would follow Will. "Ah! And if I may sir, I was wondering if we could locate a more fitting outfit for my mate here." Wesley glanced at Adrienne out of the corner of his eye, 'Make that my incredibly attractive mate, not that she isn't already stunning.' he mentally added.

TBC: Will and/or Adrienne
Wesley set sail at 08:25 a.m. , Tuesday, August 19, 2003

Emma was about to reply to Elizabeth's comments but her attention was drawn elsewhere when she heard footsteps and voices.She looked to see Tristan Bourgess standing in the room.She was somewhat suprised to see him,she hadn't known that Elizabeth invited him to the brunch.

He smiled "Morning,I'm sorry to have arrived late...I hope I'm not too late" Emma smiled "No need to apologize,your not too late and at least you were able to come" Tristan nodded then extended his hand and shook James,Elizabeth's and Emma's hands."Please,have a seat" Emma said with a smile.Tristan sat down next to her.Emma was feeling somewhat foolish,she always seemed to find herself acting different when Tristan was around.She folded her hands and placed them neatly in her lap.She tried to think of something interesting to say but her mind seemed to have went blank.A servant then entered the room "Excuse me Miss Swann,the food is prepared"

TBC: Elizabeth
Emma set sail at 08:03 a.m. , Tuesday, August 19, 2003

Tristan stood in front of his mirror straightening his uniform.He quickly gathered his things and headed off towards the governor's mansion.He was very pleased that he had been invited to have brunch with the Commodore,Elizabeth and Emma.After all he was somewhat fond of both Miss Preston and Miss Swann.

Tristan tried to fight off thoughts of all his duties for the day.He had much to discuss about the trades and East India Company.His father always had so many plans and high expectations for him.And Tristan also found at times he set high standards for himself.But he put all these thoughts aside and focused on the brunch,that he was looking so forward to.

Tristan arrived at the mansion shortly and was promptly greeted by a servant he smiled and introduced himself.The servant then lead him through the mansion to a room where James,Emma,and Elizabeth were seated.He entered the room and folded his hands behind his back "Morning,I'm sorry to have arrived late...I hope I'm not too late" he said with a smile upon his face.

TBC: Elizabeth,Emma,or James - whichever one of you wants to
Tristan set sail at 11:59 p.m. , Monday, August 18, 2003

Tom awoke from his sleep, panting and catching his breath. He looked around and found himself in the same cabin he's been in for over a year now. It's that dream again... He closed his eyes and rubbed it to make sure that he was truly awake. Recently, he has been having recurring dreams from his childhood. The smell of the green grass at his Grandparents' farm was so strong that it seemed as if he was there, with his father talking about his pirate dreams. Then his dream would sort of go on a spin and move really fast passing all of his childhood and then it would just stop. It always stopped on the day his father died...

"Tom, can you hear me?" His father, Wallace, whispered. Tom didn't answer; instead he leaned closer and held his father's hand tighter. "Promise me," his father spoke with a very soft voice. "Promise me that you would go to Tortuga and make all of our dreams come true." Tom didn't answer, but just merely held on to his father and cried. His tears flowed down his eyes to the intertwined hands of a father and a son. "Take care, my boy." It was the last words of his father before he took in his last breath and passed on.

The dream always ended with him waking up gasping for air. He tried to think of something else each night to make the dream go away, but it never did. He would have the same dream every night...As if it was trying to tell him something. Sometimes he would even try to wake up, but he couldn't. The dream seemed to control his whole body and mind.

He erased the thoughts and jumped down from his bed. His life as a pirate has been the same for the past few weeks or so. The thrill of stealing and yes killing, even though he hated it, was gone and missed. He fully trusts his Captain to come up with a new adventure for the Black Pearl and it's crew, but none so far. He got dressed in his usual pirate attire and went up the deck.

The sun was blazing high in the sky and it's heat pierced through his skin. He looked up, squinting his eyes from the brightness of the sun and smiled. He loved being a pirate and he often wished his father were right beside him. Enough of this dawdling! I'm a pirate, and a darn good one too. I have things to do at this might ship. He grinned at his thoughts and looked around, only to find the other crew also dawdling because of boredom.

He took in a deep sigh and scratched the back of his head. "Ahh, I just hoped good ol' Captain Jack Sparrow has something planned or we would all die of boredom." He whispered and went to join the dawdling crew of the infamous Black Pearl.

TBC: Anyone
((Sorry if it'a bit long ^^;;. It's sort of an introduction I guess.))

Tom set sail at 11:01 p.m. , Monday, August 18, 2003

Anamaria sighed raising her eyebrow "I don't know about this Jack....." she begun "We could run into some serious trouble" she shrugged "But that's never stopped us before" A small smile streched upon her face "I guess it sounds like it'd be a fun adventure" she said as she took her ring from Jack's hands and placed it back onto the table.

"And I must say the chance to steal from the East India Company appeals to me greatly" Anamaria very much liked the thought of being able to spoil or wreck any plans of The East India Company.She was silent for a moment and tightened her bandanna around her head she then turned back to Jack who still had a wide smile upon his face "The plan sounds pretty foul-proof to me but...I just hope it'll all turn out alright" she said with a somewhat distrusting face.

TBC: Jack
Anamaria set sail at 11:50 p.m. , Monday, August 18, 2003

Okay, everyone. We've got 2 new characters, Tristan Bourgess (British society) and Farrah Blake (Tortuga thief), so hopefully we'll be introducing them soon. :-D
Moderator/Alice set sail at 11:18 p.m. , Monday, August 18, 2003

((OOC: Sarah, feel free to have Tristan show up at the mansion!))

As the commodore answered her question, she couldn't help thinking about Will, out there somewhere. She wondered if his arm had been tattooed with the brand of the East India Company-- the 'p'. "I don't think Port Royale needs any further protection from pirates...the Navy doesn't need any help from the East India Company..." the commodore told her, and she nodded vaguely.

"Very true," she answered quietly, her hands rubbing together absently. The winds had changed in Port Royale; things had become very strange since Will had left, and not just by her.

Glancing at Norrington, she bit her lip to keep her from saying what she was thinking: Just like the Queen's Navy handled Jack Sparrow? A day's head-start indeed. The Navy would never have caught up to the Black Pearl. And Will had left somehow as well . . . and there had been no sign of him since, no letter, no word. Did he still think of her? Did he still love her?

The prospect of the answers to those questions being 'no' unsettled her. "Well, we shall have to rely on the Navy to protect us, then," she said complacently, smiling at both of her friends. "There is no one finer to lead them, either," she added, smiling even more broadly at Norrington. Too little, too late, she thought, but she said no more.

TBC: Emma/James (*bg*) . . . or Tristan?
Elizabeth set sail at 10:12 p.m. , Monday, August 18, 2003

Jack couldn’t help but grin wildly as he walked about Anamaria’s cabin, randomly picking up objects and setting them back down. It was a habit he couldn’t control, but didn’t really want to. It added to see his seemingly mad demeanor which was often more useful then harmful.

“Of course I have something good planned! Everything I plan is good, spectacular…Well, this one will be entertaining anyway since I’m as bored as the rest of you.” He turned to face her, juggling a compass he had found on the table from hand to hand. “You know how the Caribbean is suddenly streaming with those East India Company agents and how they are lessening our numbers as we speak?”

He watched Anamaria cross her arms over her chest as she nodded solemnly, her face plainly showing she was still skeptic. Why doesn’t she ever just trust when I say that, everyone else foolishly does? Then again, that’s why I sought her in Tortuga when I needed a crew…a good crew

“Well then,” Jack began again as he resumed strolling around her cabin. “What would you say about stealing the load of tobacco we were talking about earlier with Gibbs, the one coming into Port Royale from Virginia, right out from under their very noses?” Jack couldn’t stop the impish grin that flashed on his face as he saw Anamaria’s slightly unnerved expression out of the corner of his eye. He placed the compass down on the table and picked up a diamond ring that was sitting next to it and held up to the sunlight that was pouring in from the port hole as if to examine it, pretending not to notice her expression. “Of course, we’d have to stop in Tortuga first to get supplies, let the crew rest up and so I can iron out a few details with some of me ole’ chums, but we could do it.” Now he did turn to look at her, maniacal grin and all. “I have it all planned out,” he tapped two fingers to temple, “right up here.”

TBC: Anamaria

((James? I was hoping more along the lines of Norbert. Norbert Norrington, Jack would have had a field day with that! But James is a perfectly nice name…good choice.))
Capt'n Jack Sparrow set sail at 10:06 p.m. , Monday, August 18, 2003

((O.O.C. Everyone - Norrington has a first name now! James!))

Norrington looked at Elizabeth a little uneasy. He nodded his head a little before he spoke. "Yes, it's true..." Elizabeth and Emma stayed quiet, since the commodore looked like he had more to add. "...And, to be completley honest, I never wished for their presence..." he paused, "They don't need to be here in Port Royale." Emma glanced at Elizabeth, who was looking a bit curious now. Why wouldn't the Commodore want to have the East India Company here? Didn't he think they would be useful or something?

James saw Elizabeth's expression and decided to explain a little bit of his opinions. Only a little - if he told her about all of his feelings of the agents being there...well, he'd be a little embarassed, actually. "I don't think Port Royale needs any further protection from pirates...the Navy doesn't need any help from the East India Company..."

That was true, at least in his mind. Why did they need those agents here? He had the Navy at his command! He could handle all those bloody pirates on his own. But, the main reason he disliked the agents being here, was that if Jack Sparrow ever came this way, he didn't want the East India Company to get the glory of being the ones who caught Captain Sparrow - he, Commodore James Norrington wanted to! Twice Mr. Sparrow had gotten away from him...so basically...he wanted to get back at that pirate.

TBC: Elizabeth or Emma
Commodore Norrington set sail at 04:56 p.m. , Monday, August 18, 2003

Will strode out of his cabin, and stretched his tight shoulders. It seemed like his muscles no longer relaxed, well they did relax when he was fighting but that was it. Looking up at the sky he decided it was a beautiful day for something exciting, if something exciting was to be had. Maybe he should steer the Elizabeth IV into Tortuga to give his crew a rest. They were hard working...almost... honest people.

Will noted his crew getting ready and noting the sun realized that it was later than usual for him to be out here. Spotting a nearby rigger Will helped him for a few seconds before leaving the job to another rigger who had come over. That was one thing about Wills crew, they simply could not stand to see their captain doing a 'regular pirates chore'. It perplexed him but there was nothing he could do about it.

Turning Will spotted Wesley, and Adrienne. While the girl was new, he still liked her a lot. She had a great deal of spunk to become a pirate, or was in a great deal of trouble. Walking over to the pair of them Will said, in a heartily cheerful voice. "Fine morning isn't it?" He smiled at Adrienne, before turning to Wesley. "I want to talk to you about some course changes we might have to make."

TBC: Wesley or Adrienne
Will set sail at 11:28 a.m. , Monday, August 18, 2003

A crimson color rising to her cheeks, Adrienne couldn’t bring herself to look at the man who had caught her as she straightened herself out. She stared intensely at her feet, mentally cursing them for tripping her up. She brought the bottom of her palm to her forehead, and she shook her brown locks about her head. This was certainly turning out to be a real mess.

“I, uh, sorry,” she said, looking up at Wesley. She studied his face in slight awe. He was quite handsome in a rugged kind of way, and his smile was rather charming.

After a moment’s pause, she thought about what he had said and realized that he’d given his name. She glanced downward and saw that his hand was outstretched. Her face, blushing all the more harder, let off a small smile. She placed her hand in his, noticing his coarse skin, the result of many days spent working on a ship at sea. Her hand simply lay in his for a few seconds, because she had been expecting for him to kiss it, but for what seemed as if it were the thousandth time, she remembered that she was no longer a duke’s daughter in London. She shook his hand once and then let go.

She let a few words fall from her lips. “I’m Adrienne.” The color was fading from the apples of her cheeks and her smile brightening, but she found herself at a loss of words to say anything else.

It suddenly occurred to her that she should formerly apologize. “I’m terribly sorry about that. I suppose I’ll have some things to be getting used to around here.”

TBC: Wesley
Adrienne set sail at 09:15 a.m. , Monday, August 18, 2003

Her guests had arrived promptly; that was what good society people did, after all. She was sitting on a chair, peacefully reading a book when the commodore entered. He smiled at her and said his hello, and she rose to greet him.

"Thank you for joining me this morning," Elizabeth said to him, extending a gloved hand for him to take. "Your presence is always a pleasure."

Elizabeth stopped as she heard voices out in the hall, and she smiled at the familiar sound of her friend. She was half-surprised that Emma hadn't brought anyone with her-- anyone male for her poor, unsuspecting friend, who suspected more than she let on. Emma entered the room and smiled and said her own greeting.

"Come, sit," Elizabeth prodded. "Neither one of you are ever an interruption." As they got situated, Elizabeth turned her brown eyes to Norrington, and she said, "Commodore, the household help has been murmuring about East India agents in Port Royale-- is this true?"

TBC: Emma/Norrington
Elizabeth set sail at 09:05 a.m. , Monday, August 18, 2003

Hey, everyone! Just letting you know that we have a new character coming aboard (Tom Moore). He will be on Jack's crew. As far as anything else, I'll let Tom's player handle that.
Moderator/Alice set sail at 09:04 a.m. , Monday, August 18, 2003

Wesley had risen as the first rays of sunshine started to peak over the horizon. Placing his hat firmly back on his head, he brushed a few stray strands of blonde hair from his eyes. Standing with a yawn, he stretched glancing around the deck at the others. Most of the crew were awaking as well, while a few still slept peacefully. Glancing up he watched for a few seconds as the sails billowed in the new morning's wind.

'Well, time to do some work.' he thought as he quickly crossed the deck to the port side rigging. Carefully swinging on top of the knotted ropes he began climbing. Soon reaching the point were the rigging met part of the mast Wesley looped a loose piece of rope around his arm and turned to scan the horizon. Since coming aboard the Elizabeth IV he had taken it upon himself to climb the rigging each morning to scan the horizon for other ships, be them friendly or hostile. Some of the crew laughed at him for such an action, but Wesley thought it practical. He knew that while the darkness was sometime their ally, it could just as easily conceal the approach of an enemy.

Seeing no other ships on the horizon, Wesley grabbed another, longer piece of rope and let himself fall from the rigging. As he had done at the beginning of every other day, Wesley swang out over the deck on the rope then downwards, seconds later his boots clapped against the wooden deck. His personal "duty" done for the morning, Wesley set about helping with the everyday doings that needed done.

Wesley worked through the morning, helping out where he was needed. Glancing up he noticed the sun would be overhead in a few hours, 'Time to find Will and see what he has planned.' thought Wesley as he turned away from a rope he had just tied down. He didn't even have time to take a step when a young woman fell into his arms. Wesley caught the woman under her arms and gently placed her back on her feet, all while noting the coral colored dress that the woamn wore. 'Odd attire for a pirate...' thought Wesley before he recognized the girl as one who had joined the crew only a short while ago. 'Adrienne I think her name is.' Wesley had overheard some of his crew mates talking about the girl, mostly rubbish about bad luck. Wesley figured if she was here she could handle herself, that made her all right by him.

He smiled, "Careful there, these decks can be trecherous and things get left laying about all the time." Wesley knew she had tripped over the hem of her dress but he was just trying to be polite and not mention it. Letting the girl compose herself before speaking, he extended a hand, "The names Wesley, I dont believe we have been introduced yet." He gave her a lopsided, rougish grin and awaited her response.

TBC:Adrienne
Wesley set sail at 07:18 a.m. , Monday, August 18, 2003

Anamaria groaned as she pulled herself out of her bed.She couldn't believe that Jack was always so cheery every morning.She quickly gathered her things and dressed.Jack continued to pound at her door.She walked to the door and jerked it open.Jack's hand was in mid air and a smile plastered upon his face "Nice to see your up."

Anamaria frowned "I could of used more sleep" she said as she rubbed her head "And how comes your always so damn chipper in the morning?" Jack raised his eyebrow but said nothing.Anamaria sighed and looked Jack straight in the face "I hope you know that the crew is bored out of their minds" "I know" Jack replied.Anamaria took another good look at him "The wheels in your brain are turning aren't they?" she said as she crossed her arms and leaned back against the door "Well I just hope you have something good planned....."

TBC: Jack
Anamaria set sail at 10:47 p.m. , Sunday, August 17, 2003

It was wonderful morning at sea and Jack couldn’t help but hum as he strolled the decks of the Black Pearl. He had just relinquished the wheel to one of his top sailors and was now proceeding in his favorite task of waking up the crew. If they didn’t want to wake up, Jack always found a creative way to persuade them (his current favorite was whispering things that a whore would say in their ear and when they opened their eyes to see the beautiful lass, they got Jack’s smiling face instead. The looks on their faces was priceless…well almost, nothing is priceless to a pirate). Fortunately for Jack, most of his victims didn’t learn their lesson and he got to have his fun every morning.

Most of the crew were grumbling, especially when they saw their captain so awake. Jack always took the night watch at the wheel. He’d spent ten long years getting this ship back and he wasn’t going to lose it because some daft youngster fell asleep at the wheel and ran it aground. And even though he stayed up night after night, he was always bright and cheery in the morning (thanks to Jack’s overly extravagant personality and the three bottles of rum he downed during the night).

Finally, when most of the crew was awake, Jack made his way to the 1st officer’s cabin and knocked smartly on the door. “Rise a shine. Beauty rest is over; you can try again tomorrow night.” He grinned to himself, knowing that would get her out of bed and the sooner the better. Jack couldn’t wait to tell her about his plan that he had come up with the night before. Taken him all night, but Jack had just about figured how they could get that load of tobacco right out from under the East India Company agent’s noses! The plan was brilliant if he did say so himself and would most defiantly cure his crew (and himself) of boredom.

TBC: Anamaria
Capt'n Jack Sparrow set sail at 09:55 p.m. , Sunday, August 17, 2003

Rolling over on the hard wood of the ship was a harsh reminder that Adrienne was most likely never going to have the privilege of lying on a soft down mattress again. She lifted her head off of her arm and hit it against a part of the ship, which she had undoubtedly rolled under during a fit of tumbling in her sleep. She groaned and rubbed the point of contact on her forehead with her hand. As she cracked an eye open, she saw the bustle of the crew’s daily activity around her. This caused her brow to furrow in confusion. Just how late had she been allowed to sleep?

Biting her lip, she stood on her feet and straightened her dress. She glanced around at the faces of all the pirates before her. As she tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, she started off on foot, searching for Will. This was bad, she felt like such an irresponsible child. Why hadn’t anyone woken her up? And how could she have slept through that racket? Of all things…

She frowned, pushing her way across the deck. She didn’t even know where she was going. Where would the captain of a ship be? She hadn’t a clue. The only thing she was certain about was that she’d have a lot to learn about sailing and about being a pirate. She’d probably prove to be more harmful than helpful to Will and his crew.

Taking another step forward, she tripped on her long dress and tumbled forward, falling head first into a man standing in front of her. Damn, she thought to herself in the midst of falling, I really need something else to wear!,

TBC: Will or Wesley…whichever one of you wants to. ^_^
Adrienne set sail at 08:10 p.m. , Sunday, August 17, 2003

Emma quickly made her way up the stone path leading to Elizabeth's house.She couldn't believe she was running late for brunch,after all she was always so keen on arriving on time.Never the less she made it to the door she stood only for a short time when she was greeted by a servant.Emma smiled and walked into the mansion.

"This way Miss" the servant said as he lead her down a hall.Emma was feeling somewhat estranged and excited,she never really had a chance to talk to Commodore Norrington before,and she knew of his and Elizabeth's past.So altogether she was looking rather forward to maybe being able to have a decent conversation with him.

She was most looking forward to speaking with Elizabeth,she had many things to talk about,plus she was hoping she could get Elizabeth to come and meet a couple of navy officers that were new to the port."Here we are Miss" the servant said as they stopped outside a room."Thank you" Emma replied as she peered into the room.She saw Elizabeth and Norrington talking,she quickly straightened her dress and walked in "Good Morning,I hope I'm not interrupting anything..." she said with a wide smile.

TBC: Elizabeth or Norrington
Emma Preston set sail at 07:36 p.m. , Sunday, August 17, 2003

Commodore Norrington walked briskly up to the Governor's house. He, Elizabeth and Emma Preston, a woman Norrington hadn't spoken to very much, were all going to be having breakfast together this morning. And, Norrington was actually rather excited. Maybe he could start a good conversation with Ms. Swann? He had not been able to come up with a good topic for the both of them to talk about for longest time. He smiled as he walked up the stone stairs to the Swann household. He knocked on the door a couple of times, and one of the servants answered. Norrington introduced himself properly, even though the servant knew very well who he was already. It just came natural for the commodore to do this for some reason.

The manservant led him through the large house, and brought him to a room where Elizabeth was sitting on a very beautiful chair, reading a book. The servant left after saying. "Miss Swann?" This caught her attention and she looked up from her book. The servant continued, "Commodore Norrington has arrived." he walked off when Norrington stepped into the room. He nodded stiffly at Elizabeth and smiled at her a little. "Good morning, Elizabeth." he said.

TBC: Elizabeth or Emma, I guess could come in!
Commodore Norrington set sail at 06:14 p.m. , Sunday, August 17, 2003

((OOC: Let's roll!))

She descended the stairs into the foyer of the governor's mansion, her face a mask of careful manners. One had to be careful, after all. To display emotions was to be weak; to be weak was to be vulnerable, and everything after that was simply a snowball. Her father had given her a new dress, simply a reminder of his love, he told her, but she knew it was that he still felt guilty for having sent Will away. I would feel guilty as well, she thought, touching a slippered toe down onto the marble of the foyer floor.

She was expecting Commodore Norrington and her good friend Emma Preston for a morning's brunch before the day's normal activities commenced. She felt the cold stab of guilt in her stomach as she thought on the commodore, for he had been the unfortunate victim in the affair with the Black Pearl. And he had tried to find the Black Pearl after all of that, but he certainly hadn't succeeded, not that she had seen. It made her wonder if his heart was really in it. He hated the pirates, certainly, but how far had he truly gone to find Captain Jack Sparrow?

And Jack . . . Jack was another issue entirely. Her stomach burned as she thought of him, his presumption, his arrogance, his . . . whatever it was. It was his fault, wasn't it, that Will had had to go. Without Jack in their lives, they might never have had to embark on that silly adventure. But then again, maybe she and Will would never have said anything.

Elizabeth sighed loudly and smiled at the manservant. "Good morning," she chirped at the man, and he simply nodded and bowed slightly as she moved past him into the parlor.

TBC: Emma or Norrington (couldn't they have given him a name? Henry? Fitzwilliam? Something . . . )
Elizabeth Swann set sail at 05:33 p.m. , Sunday, August 17, 2003

The time is now 10:30AM. The place is Port Royale. The weather is good; the skies are clear as far as the eye can see. The air smells of a storm, but there is none to be seen. It is a normal, hot day in the Caribbean.
Alice/Moderator set sail at 05:32 p.m. , Sunday, August 17, 2003

Wesley sat on the railing, quietly watching as the blood red sun started to dip below the horizon. One of his arms was hooked through the rigging to steady himself against the ship’s rocking as it made it way through the water. Every once in a while the ships bow would dip low in the water, sending a bit of gentle, refreshing sea spray into the air. Wesley sighed and closed his eyes, enjoying the cool spray on his face. Leaning forward a bit he looked down into the water, he could barely make out his reflection as the water rippled, a result of the ships passing.

Glancing over his shoulder he watched as some of the other crew members milled about, some making sure everything was in order for the night, others trying to find a comfortable place to sleep for the night. Will’s crew were good men and women, some pirates by necessity, others by choice. Wesley thought back to how he had come to be where he was now. He grew up in England and had a rather unfulfilling job as a stable hand. He smiled remembering the day that his curiosity got the best of him and he stowed away on a Navy ship that had docked at a nearby port. It was fun hiding and avoiding the crew until the day the ship spotted and overtook some pirates.

Wesley remembered the sick feeling he felt as the pirates were brutalized and ultimately executed, either by rope, sword, or pistol. He couldn’t comprehend why someone would do that to another human being. His father had told him stories of pirates, some were terrible, violent tales of murder. While others were grand stories of adventure and swashbuckling. Wesley couldn’t believe that all pirates were evil, heartless thugs who preyed on the innocent. He couldn’t help but to sympathize with the pirates, knowing that this sort of blatant murder disguised as justice was happening all over the sea’s. Wesley knew that somewhere there were good people who wore the label of pirate proudly, those who didn’t rape and murder at the drop of a hat. Wesley didn’t see anything wrong with a little “borowing” now and then.

Wesley frowned, remembering the close calls he had on the return trip home. Knowing that he would most likely share the same fate of the pirates if the crew had found him stowing away. The restless nights that followed his arrival home had prompted him to leave the boring life of a stable hand for something greater and more adventurous. With a smile he remembered the day that he eagerly boarded a ship bound for the Caribbean. As the climate and water changed Wesley knew that it was where he belonged. Arriving at a port he began looking for a boat in need of a crew. He was eventually pointed in Will’s direction. After much discussion he joined Will’s crew and sailed out on Will’s ship, the Elizabeth IV.

He thrived in the short time that he had been a pirate. Wes had never felt so alive, so true. Meeting Will had reinforced Wesley’s theory that there were “good” pirates still sailing the seas. The captain was a good and just man, only his heart and mind seemed to be in another place at times. Wesley still wasn’t sure if he had enough of Will’s confidence to ask him what it was he was thinking about. Standing and sliding off the railing he walked across the deck, careful to avoid those who were already asleep. He often wondered what stories his crewmates had, and if they felt the same way he did.

Finding a suitable spot for the night Wesley sat down, pulling his hat down over his eyes he sighed, letting himself relax. Wesley, for the most part, felt fulfilled. He had truly found his place in life, but there was something else. A little place in him felt empty, a void that always seemed to be there. Wesley knew what it was, it crept across his brain as he tried to get comfortable. Wesley still searched for love...

TBC:Anyone
Wesley set sail at 11:49 a.m. , Sunday, August 17, 2003

Will sighed. He sat in his cabin and propped his feel up and a desk he had recently stolen to store his maps. Right now Will was reveiwing them, he had heard rumors that there was a shipment of spices, and silk coming through soon and he wanted to catch it. Of course it would be dangerous, since the East Indiaman were usually gaurded by the East India Trading Company. Will sighed and stared at the wall of his cabin, which was soon becoming blisteringly hot. That might have been why that not on the wall looked like Elizabeth. Elizabeth! Even his boat reminded him of Elizabeth! Of course, that might be because he had stolen a boat named Elizabeth IV. Should have thought of that before hand.

Will had to admit that without Elizabeth being a pirate was not as interesting as it had been before. Of course before Will had been trying to save Elizabeth from a crew of cursed pirates, so at least he had a goal, and he had always had Jack Sparrow to lighten his heart.

"I wonder where Jack is." Will muttered, and smiled slightly. Jack was probably neck deep in both enemies and rum by now. Will had heard a few reports of the Black Pearl from fellow pirates, and had received a few letters from Elizabeth. Will had those letters locked safely away, rather like his maps.

Aah! He was back to thinking about Elizabeth again! He should be thinking about the East India Company and how their ships seemed to take distinct pleasure in trying to capture his. They always failed, Elizabeth IV might not match the Black Pearl in speed but she was fast. Standing Will decided he would have to get out of the cabin, maybe find Adrienne or Wesley and have a talk with them about the route they were taking. Or anything that took his mind of Elizabeth.

TBC: Anyone
Will set sail at 10:46 a.m. , Sunday, August 17, 2003

Commodore Norrington walked along the docks, making sure everything was in order. Just like it had been pretty much everyday at Port Royale. Things had actually gotten a bit boring for the Commodore, really. Nothing very intresting had happened for what seemed to be the longest time - which, he was thankful for, of course but still...

Ever since Will Turner and Jack Sparrow left, things had cooled down at this paticular port.

He continued his stroll about the docks, until he stopped in his tracks for a moment, gazing over at the newewst ship for the British Navy. It would have been said to be the fastest ship in the Caribbean...if only the Black Pearl didn't exsist.

He gritted his teeth thinking about that ship. How he hated pirates. He hated them with all his heart.

Whenever he heard or thought the word 'pirate' - he immidately thought of the Black Pearl and its captain, Jack Sparrow. Why did he let that man get away that day?! He could have caught the bloody pirate and killed him...that would have been helpful, because he'd recieved word (quite often too) that Sparrow and his crew were getting away with every single evil thing they did. He had to smile though. Jack Sparrow and his crew would be caught soon. If not by Commodore Norrington himself, then by the East India Company for sure.

His thoughts strayed to another pirate. Will Turner. He hated him almost as much as Captain Jack Sparrow. Not only was Will a pirate now, but Elizabeth was in love with him.

Elizabeth...he shook his head slightly. Norrington couldn't believe the fact that he hadn't gotten over her yet. He still cared for her just as much as he ever did, and she was even more beautiful then before. At least Norrington thought so. He sighed a little - he needed to accept the fact that Elizabeth Swann would never fall for him. He sighed yet again; he needed to find himself a girl, or something.

TBC: Anyone
Commodore Norrington set sail at 09:01 p.m. , Saturday, August 16, 2003

Emma peered out her bedroom window and watched the sun glare down onto the sea,making it seem like a thousand sparkling diamonds.She exhaled,today would be yet another busy day.Going here and there,meeting people she didn't know,nor want to know and listening to her father preach about marriage among other things.Now of course Emma wanted a husband - some day and she definitively was capable of finding one for herself.She also was very well at playing matchmaker for her friend Elizabeth.

A smile came to Emma's face she remembered living in England how it once was so grand and peaceful but then was dreadful.She remembered how she was somewhat opposed when her father said they were moving to Port Royale.That all changed of course once she arrived here,mostly things were the same as in England except she had made a new friend,Elizabeth Swann.Altogether Emma thought Elizabeth was a wonderful friend,but she could seem so distant at times.Many things bothered Elizabeth including Will - Will Turner was a subject that Elizabeth didn't speak much of to Emma but had mentioned it a few times.All that Emma really knew about him is that Elizabeth loved him and he had to go away,for what reason she had yet to find out.

Her thoughts were also roaming to the newly arrived Tristan Bourgess,she had somewhat of an interest in him,though she would never admit it or show it.She also lately had found herself pondering the East India Company and how they were coming down hard on pirates.This thought pleased Emma to an extent,she had only once had a crossing with pirates,when she was a little girl and that crossing was paid with her mother's life.The death of her mother had always haunted her and left revenge on pirates lerking in her blood somewhere.Emma shook these thoughts off for now, and dressed herself.She then quickly hurried downstairs,prepared for another long day.

TBC: Anyone
Emma Preston set sail at 1:00 p.m. , Saturday, August 16, 2003

The hot Caribbean sun, she realized, was burning her pale complexion. Spending her childhood and nearly all of her adolescence, which she still felt a slight presence of, in an elegant English manor located at the heart of London gave her skin a white glow. But despite this, she didn’t move a muscle. With her back resting on the warm wooden deck, she let the scorching rays of sunlight pierce the parts of her face and skin that were uncovered by her coral colored dress that was extremely unbefitting for a pirate.

That was what she was now, a pirate. She had joined the crew of a pirate captain, so indeed she was. Her mind hadn’t been aware of the decision she was making at the time. Everything had happened so quickly. The arranged marriage suddenly sprung on her by her dreadful Duke father sparked a chain of events that could only have come to this very conclusion that she was currently living. How could she have married that hideous viscount? The fact that most eyes avoided his face for a fear of an appalling sight wasn’t what mattered to her; it was the man’s hideous soul. He was a terrible person with a rotten apple for a heart, and she hated him. After begging and pleading against the marriage faltered, Adrienne took matters upon herself. She remembered with a smile, hopping aboard a merchant vessel destined for the Caribbean, arming herself with only her father’s hand pistol, and staying undetected for the many weeks that they sailed. It was only when they were unloading that the crew caught sight of Adrienne, calling for the authorities. She had tried to escape, but when things seemed at their worst, the dashing stranger had entered the scene. Her smile widened as she remembered how Will had helped her to escape.

She was still determined to repay him for that, and after joining his crew to do so, she realized she knew none the slightest of piracy, but she found herself wanting to know more about him, Will – to become his friend and confidant. He seemed troubled about something, and she had her mind set on figuring him out.

Pushing herself into a sitting position, she felt as if she singed her palms as she placed them on the deck. Her mouth emitted a long, drawn out sigh as she rested her head against the railing behind her. Thoughts wandering from the wonderings of Will, to the happiness of leaving England, to the hatred of her father and the viscount, to the newfound dangers of being a pirate, and back to Will again, her eyes drifted to an exhausted close, and she was asleep.

TBC: Anyone
Adrienne Harding set sail at 11:04 a.m. , Saturday, August 16, 2003

Anamaria sat in her chambers wide awake,she was unable to sleep,too many thoughts racing through her mind.

She thought about the events of the black pearl and how she now was first mate of Captain Jack Sparrow.How him and the crew had went through all the Caribbean,taking all the treasures there was to take,at times she still couldn't believe she actually joined Jack's crew.She remembered when she was off with herself traveling the seas,those days were great,but thinking of those days only made her think of Iris and that lead to worry and sadness.The last thing she wanted to think about was her friend.Because her friend was one of Anamaria's true weaknesses,and after all Anamaria had one tough reputation,she was known as being able to be ruthless,careless,and clever,she never let things stand in her way and she never wanted to lose that reputation.

Her thoughts then landed on how everything was all so exciting and now so bleek and dull.It had been quite obvivious that the crew was in desperate need of a new adventure and Anamaria was almost certian that Jack would think of something,after all he always had before.

Her thoughts also turned towards the East India Company and how they were murdering pirates and seizing the Caribbean.This only lead Anamaria to be more frustrated.Relax she told herself.It made her furious to think of it,pirates she knew had been killed without a second notice,but somewhere deep down inside she was a bit worried by the East India Company and wondered if it really would be the end of pirates or her.

She took a deep breath then slid back into her bed and underneath the covers.She listened to the waves hitting against the ship and the almost soothing swaying of the ship.Her eyes began to grow weary Tomorrow is a new day,with new opportunities awaiting she said as she drifted off to sleep.

TBC: Anyone
Anamaria set sail at 12:19 a.m. , Saturday, August 16, 2003

The problem was that her life had become frightfully boring. She had returned to the humdrum of daily life in Port Royale, attending social functions, smiling at all of the right people, being seen with all the right people, and simply doing all the right things with the right people. Two days was what she and Will had had together, and then her father, the honorable, the respectable Weatherby Swann had sent him away.

The truth, she had realized, was that he had to do it. He couldn't very well have had a known pirate under his roof. And so, in the end, he had succumbed to his obligation to the people of Port Royale. At first, she had hated him. Cried, screamed, locked herself in her room for days on end and swore she wouldn't eat until Will came back. And then her father had come to her and asked her if it was better that the young Mr. Turner was out on the seas or dead with a broken neck from the noose?

That was all she had needed, really.

A life was a life, even if it wasn't one with her. And she began giving letters to every pirate who came into the port, every last illegal one of them, letters and letters, just trying to notify Will, let him know that she still loved him, more than ever-- even if the memories of him were beginning to slip away, begun to be replaced by images of Commodore Norrington, Emma, who had come from England, Tristan Bourgess, and all of the other young socialites who had begun to take up residence in Port Royale.

She needed the excitement. She needed . . . something. Sitting in the parlor of her father's mansion, she stared out the window, to the stormy sea outside, to the horizon beyond, to the waters of the Caribbean. Where was the Black Pearl? Where was her love? And when would he return to her?

Even Jack Sparrow at this point would be something, she thought, resting her chin glumly on her knuckles. True, he infuriated her, but he also intrigued her. There was something else behind those sun-and-rum-addled eyes of his, something deeper, maybe even darker.

Either way, she thought, watching the dark water churn and grow more restless, the winds in Port Royale are changing.

TBC: . . . ehhh . . . regular posts. :-D
Elizabeth Swann set sail at 10:13 p.m. , Friday, August 15, 2003

Capt’n Jack Sparrow stood at the wheel of his beloved Black Pearl. The decks were quiet since night had just fallen and most of the crew was asleep below deck. For all Jack was concerned, it was just him and his ship. And the bottle of rum that he presently brought to his lips.

The wind sighed or so Jack would admit to any crew member who heard it as he lowered the bottle. Believe it or not, Jack was bored. For ten years, he had had a mission; to get back his beloved ship and to kill his mutinous first mate. He had been constantly stealing ships and information, making contacts with respectable persons and the scum of the earth and romancing girls and rum bottles along the way. Then there was that thing about the curse and the son of his former best friend and that bloody Elizabeth…well, that only helped get his ship back.

Bored, that was the only way to describe the restlessness Jack felt after ten years of going for what he wanted. Now, Jack didn’t know what he wanted. That was the problem with freedom. One craves it so badly that when they get it, they don’t know what to do with it. Sure, Jack and his crew had gone after every treasure imaginable in the Caribbean, even Mexico. You can only attack so many merchant ships before even that got boring. Once they found out they were being attacked by the infamous Black Pearl, most just gave up immediately. Took all the bloody fun out of it! Jack could even tell that the crew was getting bored. Gibbs had mentioned it more then a few times. And with the East India Company suddenly cracking down on pirates, Jack was tempted to propose to his crew that they go terrorize the British colonies for a while. Not that he was scared, but they were just making business difficult. Plus, it would be something different. He also couldn’t help but wonder if newly deemed pirate Will Turner was this bored, though the whelp was so new at the game that people probably didn’t give up at the sight of him. Damn Barbossa for making Jack’s ship infamous!

Then an idea hit him, a truly crazy, yet so Jack Sparrow idea and that impish smile lit up his face in the dark. Port Royale was the strong point of where the East India Company Agents were and Jack suddenly had the urge to visit old friends. In addition, he knew that a load of tobacco was being shipped in to the port from the colony of Virginia, a very valuable cargo of tobacco if one had connections in the black market. Suddenly, Jack wanted a smoke and when Jack wanted something, he wouldn’t stop until he got it.

As he brought the bottle of rum up again, he could help but hum a few bars of that damn pirate song that he had only seceded in teaching to Cotton’s parrot. Still smiling as the empty bottle was set aside he muttered, “A pirate’s life for me…”
Capt'n Jack Sparrow set sail at 12:16 p.m. , Friday, August 15, 2003

And the boats are off . . . posting can begin. Jack will post first and then Elizabeth and then everyone else as they please.
Moderator set sail at 10:04 a.m. , Friday, August 15, 2003