“Actions speak louder then words, love. And do keep the Spanish accent, suits you better then that underworld drawl.”

Taking a break from munching happily on her cheese, Farrah shot him a scathing look before returning her attention to the food. Silently, however, she couldn’t help but agree with him. True, she could easily pretend to be a lowlife, but the natural ease with which the Spanish dialect flowed could not be compared to the half-there underground drawl, as Jack had so masterfully dubbed it.

Eying him carefully, she took in his relaxed pose and tried unsuccesfully to keep a grin from curling the corners of her lips. Just how many women had fallen for that twisted charm of his? There could probably never enough, in Jack's mind.

This thought brought her back to her current situation. She refused to be one of those women, but she feared that she didn’t really have any say in the matter. That was why she needed to get away from him, the ship, and preferably Tortuga. Surely, she could convince one of the smugglers to take her down South.

“First love,” Jack’s continued, worrying her slightly with his serious tone of voice. She wasn’t used to this side of him. It filled a part of her with something she didn’t quite recognize. Fear? “I want to know why ye wanted to be killing me last night. I don’t take kindly to threats on me life….As a far as long term wants, we’ll have to see what your old acquaintance in Spain is willing to offer for your safe and speedy return.”

This alarmed her. Spain? She couldn’t go back there! It would be like signing her own death warrant! The danger that awaited her there far outweighed the perils of dealing with scum and, sadly enough, pirates. Forcing her breathing to slow down, she tried to hide her inner turmoil from Jack. She was going to make him understand, and he’d let her go. He had to.

“Kill you?" She began almost playfully, trying her best to keep the tremor from slipping into her tone. "But Jackie dear, I wanted no such thing. I wanted to cause you so much bloody pain, you’d be begging for your own imminent death, or just take it yourself.” She paused for the effect, before continuing. “Of course, that was before your friends came to your rescue.”

Farrah absolutely refused to give him the satisfaction of aknowledging that he would’ve been able to unarm her on his own. But what she was about to reveal to him, was something she hadn't shared with anyone. She hadn't uttered a word about him ever since she found out about his undeserved fate.

Putting everything aside, she stood up, unconsciously trying to adjust her shirt, which only resulted in the former white fabric to slide further down her left shoulder. "Not long after I'd escaped Captain Morgan," she bit the name out in pure hatred and disgust, a look of something not unlike vulnerability flashing across her face only to disappear again instantly. "I met a boy, about six years my elder. Pity, I guess, was what made him took me under his wing. Friendship was what kept me there. He was like a brother to me."

A distant look crept onto her face, a smile forming on her lips. "Foolish boy kept getting himself into trouble trying to impress me. King of Thieves is what he called himself." She let a light laugh escape her, but the amusement soon faded. "Then one night, he'd gotten himself into more trouble than he could handle. He'd messed with a crewmate of the Black Pearl."

Her eyes caught Jack's for a moment, before averting her own, gazing out of the window instead. "They found his body at the docks, mutilated."

A silence descended upon them, until it didn't seem like she would go on, but she did. Again turning to face Jack, she mad her way towards where he was seated and looked down at him, face devoid of emotion.

"As for Spain... if responsibility for my death would not weigh down your conscience, please do not hesitate taking me there." And almost as an afterthought, she added:

“Oh, and don’t call me love.”

TBC: Jack

((If you end your next post with a reason for Farrah to slap him, but not enough for her to try and seriously injure him, it’ll give Will the chance to make his grand entrance ;) ))
Farrah set sail at 06:55 p.m. , Thursday, September 25, 2003

“Yer hospitality is most pleasurable. It’s the company I'm no' rather fond o'.”

Jack couldn’t help but give a snort of amusement at Farrah’s confidence. Most kidnapped girls would either be flirting with him in an attempt to get him drunk so they could try to escape (they usually failed to notice he was permanently drunk…) or they would be crying and sniveling in the corner. Farrah was neither and Jack had to admit, the girl had spunk.

As Jack watched her eat, occasionally eating pieces from his own orange, Jack thought about the girl in front of him. She put on a brave front and it had certainly taken a lot of spunk to try and kill him in a crowded tavern. But the way she was staring at him earlier…was almost unnerving. Jack had recognized the emotion he had seen in her eyes. Attraction. Jack had to fight the smile coming to his lips. Right now, he could easily make some joke about who Capt’n Jack Sparrow was irresistible to any women, or man even, in the Caribbean. But it wasn’t appropriate somehow. This girl had wanted to kill him, for reasons he still didn’t know. Last time Jack checked, one didn’t become attracted to the person you want to kill. Jack had certainly not been attracted to Barbossa! Jack involuntarily made a face at the very thought…

“Ye know,” she said briskly, naturally switching back to the Tortugan accent and breaking the silence that had descended upon them. “I nevah admitted to bein’ the person ye claim me to be.”

Jack only smiled calmly, giving her a sly wink before standing to dispose of the orange peel. “Actions speak louder then words, love. And do keep the Spanish accent, suits you better then that underworld drawl.” With a flourishing hand movement, he was back in his chair, sitting slightly sideways with one leg over the arm of the chair, one of his own arms perched on top.

“What do ye want from me?”

“First love,” his tone became quite serious as did his manner, which oftene frightened the bravest of souls. “I want to know why ye wanted to be killing me last night. I don’t take kindly to threats on me life….As a far as long term wants, we’ll have to see what your old acquaintance in Spain is willing to offer for your safe and speedy return.”

TBC:Farrah

((let’s us finish this little dialogue then Will is free to walk in on a good slap ;D ))
Capt'n Jack Sparrow set sail at 09:37 p.m. , Wednesday, September 24, 2003

Will looked at Annamaria and his brows furrowed. "Wait...preoccupied?" Then the face of the woman who had attacked Jack last night flashed through his mind. Rubbing the bridge of his nose Will said. "He's not...is he?" Annamaria merely smiled wider. "Oh man." Well he needed to talk to the man but....Somehow interrupting Jack at quite that moment...It did not sound appatizing. Turning to Wesley and Adrienne. "Well, what do you think? Should we chance it?" TBC: Wesley/Adrienne
Will set sail at 09:43 p.m. , Tuesday, September 23, 2003

A soft sigh of relief fled past her lips as the captain turned to approach the cabinet, and her body relaxed somewhat, yet still ready to make a run for it. “Leave, my dear? But I thought you were enjoying our hospitality?”

At being given the uppertunity to at least fight him verbally, since she so obviously could not physically, Farrah regained some of her confidence, scoffing loudly. “Yer hospitality is most pleasurable. It’s the company I'm no' rather fond o'.” 'Lying again, Blake?'

Glaring at his backside, the hunger that suddenly consumed her at the sight of him pulling food out of the cabinet surprised her. How long had she gone without eating? Two days? It didn’t matter. What did matter was that he was taking it over towards her. Out of instinct, she drew back from his nearing figure, still unsure whether to trust this peculiar man, or just scream bloody murder. But since she wasn’t much of a girly girl, the second option went straight into Davy Jones’ locker, and she was left staring at his motionless form. Why he hesistated, she could only guess, but rather didn’t. What held her interest was the way he deposited the food in front of her, then retreated once again.

Her stomach was practically growling, but doubt still lingered. Why was he doing all of this? For her, of all people? She hadn’t exactly shown him anything but hostility, threatened him, and was ready to kill him just a few hours ago. It just didn’t fit. Still, looking up at the strange man, she figured that many things probably lacked sense around him. It was frightening, yet intriguing at the same time. She didn’t fear Jack himself, for he had proven himself to be relatively… kind, if you didn’t count his annoying nature. His presence just set all of her senses on alert, which wasn’t really convenient on her part.

“Come m’lady, certainly pirate fair is good enough for you. And I’m sure your hungry, Tortuga ain’t one for beggars…”

With a great amount of embarressment, she realized that she had been outright staring at him, and quickly ducked her head, grabbing a piece of bread and bringing it to her mouth cautiously. “Ye know,” she said briskly, naturally switching back to the Tortugan accent and breaking the silence that had descended upon them. “I nevah admitted to bein’ the person ye claim me to be.”

Nibbling on the cheese, Farrah narrowed her eyes at him. “What do ye want from me?”

TBC: Jack
Farrah set sail at 07:37 p.m. , Monday, September 22, 2003

“Let me off the ship”

Still smirking, Jack turned mid stride and went over to a cabinet along the wall. “Leave my dear? But I thought you were enjoying our hospitality?” As he spoke he placed his rum on a side table and opened the cabinet, which was filled with food.

Slowly so she could watch what he was doing, he pulled out some white bread, cheese, a pair of oranges and a bottle of juice from some sweet fruit Jack couldn’t remember the name of. Closing the cabinet with one hand while holding all the food in the other, he crossed over to the bed.

Farrah slightly drew away as he walked nearer, though he saw the turmoil in her eyes and this caused him to pause for a moment. Deciding it was best at the moment to ignore it, he placed the bread, cheese, juice and one orange on the bed in front of her, retreating with the other orange and his rum back to his chair.

As he peeled the orange with a knife from his belt, he nodded to the food. “Come m’lady, certainly pirate fair is good enough for you. And I’m sure your hungry, Tortuga ain’t one for beggars…”

TBC:Farrah
Capt'n Jack Sparrow set sail at 10:22 p.m. , Sunday, September 21, 2003

Anamaria marched out of her cabin after she had dressed.So many thoughts were racing through her head,most of all she wondered if they were actually going to be able to pull this thing off.She mainly for the most part trusted Jack and thought this plan was pretty well worked out,but she was unsure of Will Turner and his part in this whole scheme.She pushed the thoughts to the back of her head for now as she walked up on deck,there was much to be done on the ship before they left.

Anamaria was working away when she heard footsteps approach she turned to see Will and some of his crew. "Good morning Anamaria. Is Jack awake?" Anamaria looked over at Will's crew,carefully inspecting them,her sight then fell back to Will's "Ay,I believe he's awake,you can find him in his cabin..." she paused for a second then raised an eyebrow "But then again,he might be a little pre-occupied" she said with a small laugh.

TBC: Will / Will's Crew
Anamaria set sail at 01:40 p.m. , Sunday, September 21, 2003

"Then lets go." Will said turning and striding off the gangplank. It was a sunny day in Tortuga, and Will wondered what the weather was like in Port Royal at the moment. Manuevering his way to the place where the Black Pearl berthed. ((Assuming he knows where he's going)) Will wondered what the new plan was, or for that matter what the old plan was. The one thing that Will could not stand about being a pirate was he was nowhere near as devious as he should be. Everyone else was so crooked they could see around corners. Making his way up the gangplank of the Black Pearl will smiled at the sight of its rag tag crew. Spotting Annemaria on deck he asked her. "Good morning Annamaria. Is Jack awake?" Well, Jack probably would be awake, since he would want to get underway. Will was convinced the man only slept when he had drunk enough rum to get drunk. And it took a lot of rum to do that. TBC- Annamaria/Adrienne/Wesley/Dagg?/Jack
Will set sail at 11:46 a.m. , Sunday, September 21, 2003

Wesley understood Will's feelings of haste, if they were going to make it to Port Royale in good time they'd have to leave soon. Grinning at Adrienne's obvious surprise he nodded in approval, "Excellent! This will work out perfectly." '...well it should, anyway...' Wesley took a step towards Adrienne, it was obvious he was pleased with her descision. "Do you still have that nice dress handy? It's not essential but it will help you blend in." He turned to Will, "Let's not keep Mr. Sparrow waiting any longer shall we? I'll fill everyone in once we get to the 'Pearl'. So, when everyone's ready, we'll be right behind you Captain."

TBC:Will, Adrienne, etc, etc
Wesley set sail at 11:11 p.m. , Saturday, September 20, 2003

"Yes, Miss Adrienne?" Will had asked, eyeing her.

An immediate grin coming to her face, Adrienne bit her tongue lightly. The way that Will had addressed her again was what brought the smile to her face, but she refrained from reminding him that it was unessecary.

She stopped tipping back and forth and stood still, bringing her hands to her sides. "I apologize for interrupting your conversation. Just wanted to know what the plan was," she paused, trying to decide if she should go on. Absentmindedly, her fingers reached up to her hair, and she began tugging slightly on the ends of a few strands. "And...I was still wondering how it is that you and Mr. Sparrow met." Her eyebrows lifted and fell, hinting a bit. "But, if you'd like, it could wait." Raising her chin a few degrees, she smiled with closed lips.

She glanced over at Wesley as he started speaking to Will. She studied his strong features as he spoke, hardly paying attention to the actual words that he was speaking. She had only begun listening when a few interesting words caught her ears. "...and I hope she still has that nice dress. What say you Adrienne? Fancy a trip into Port Royale?"

Her eyebrows lifted in what could only be perceived as surprise. With even more color coming to her sundrenched cheeks, she smiled and nodded. Port Royale couldn't be as bad as Tortuga, and even if it was... Did that really matter?

She cocked her head to the side as a part of her said, Yes, of course it matters! and then leveled it when the other part of her shrugged off the idea. This was definitely better than robbing and ransacking some merchant vessel.

She heard Will talking, and her thoughts wandered back to the present situation. "Well Adrienne," he asked, "what do you say?"

Adrienne turned to him, winking. "I say, why not?"

TBC: Will/Wesley/Dagg
Adrienne set sail at 07:42 p.m. , Saturday, September 20, 2003

Will's brow furrowed. "We really need to get underway. Jack will kill us if we take much longer." Not really, but he might leave without them. Plus Will had no idea what Jack's plans really were and thus could not give Wesley the 'go-ahead'; such as it was... However Will did realize the help an extra pair of eyes in Tortuga would be. However he was a wee bit worried about the look in Wesley's eyes, the boy had something up his sleeve. "Well Adrienne? What do you say?" Tag: Adrienne, Dagg, Wesley (ooc: Can we get moving?)
Will set sail at 01:42 p.m. , Saturday, September 20, 2003

Wesley was about to suggest they head to the 'Black Pearl' when Will acknowledged Adrienne. Wesley turned, a bit surprised to see her standing there, he had been deep in thought and hadn't noticed her standing behind him. Seeing her caused something to "click" in Wes's mind, parts started to fall into place as an idea formed. Nodding to Adrienne he turned back to Will, he seemed to be distracted, deep in thought once more as he spoke, "Then we should head to the 'Pearl' as soon as possible, I wouldn't want to keep Mr. Sparrow waiting..." he trailed off, glancing at Adrienne again he nodded, as if coming to a conclusion, '...perfect...'.

Turning once more to Will, "Captain, if this plan is to go off without a hitch I'll need a second pair of eyes in Port Royale." He paused and looked from Will to Dagg, then back again, "And since you and Dagg are known there I can't have either of you running around and being spotted. That being said, there is only one other person on this ship I trust...and I hope she still has that nice dress." Wesley smiled slightly as he finished. Turning to Adrienne, he looked into her eyes, "What say you Adrienne? Fancy a trip into Port Royale?"

TBC:Adrienne, Dagg, Will, Etc
(OOC: Let's do this thing!!)
Wesley set sail at 07:35 a.m. , Friday, September 19, 2003

Will had an unsettling feeling in his stomach that his crew was about to gang up on him. Not at all an unfounded thought, casting his gaze about the ship he realized that a great many of them had stopped working to listen to his conversation with Dagg and Wesley. Giving them all a glare he was satisfied by them hurriedly starting to work again. Returning his attention to Wesley and Dagg Will said. "I agree its reckless and with Dagg's face being familiar....That just causes more problems. And Jack's always open to a change in plans but they are his uniforms we change his plans we have to take it up with him." No doubt Jack was itching to get away from Torgtuga and get underway.

Suddenly Will realized that the prettiest member of his crew was rockign on her feet. "Yes Miss. Adrienne?" Will asked politely, force of habit and all. Adrienne looked startelingly beautiful now and he could not quite place why.

TBC: Adrienne, Dagg, Wesley. (Alphabetical order no offense)
Will set sail at 09:22 a.m. , Wednesday, September 17, 2003

With her head bowed, she failed to notice his smile, though the words he spoke reached her ears clearly.

“Good morning, Ms. Blake. Do hope the commendations were alright enough for a fair lady such as yourself…”

Her gut twisted at the reference, the only thing that kept her from vomiting was the lack of stomach contents. Blake. Damn that name. It had brought her nothing but trouble, and she’d left it in her past a long time ago. Not just for surviving in a hellhole like Tortuga, but also to protect her from those who shared it. She couldn’t call herself that, even if she had wanted to. Too dangerous.

Head snapping up to look at the man that had dared remind her of it, she was shocked to find him smiling widely. Asqueroso! What was it that amused him so much? The fair lady statement? She was nowhere near a lady. Quite the opposite, actually. She lacked innocence, manners…. What kind of a lady picket pockets or just plain scams people out of their money? And for anyone to think of her as fair seemed impossible to Farrah. Laughable, even. Maybe that was what had him so amused.

Hardening her features, she glared at him viciously as he took another sip of his rum.

“Surprised? Good, makes things more interesting.”

She was about to reply, the harsh words waiting impatiently on her tongue, but was cut off as the Captain stood up and started making his way over to her. Her whole body visibly tensed, eyes flitting to his form for a mere second, before locking with his again. She suddenly became all too aware of the fact that she was still lying in the man’s bed, in a rather precarious position, nonetheless. Gaze never leaving that of the slowly approaching figure, she got scrambled around till she was on her knees, still at a height that had her craning her neck up to keep herself focussed on his attractive face.

With all her might, she fought to stay where she was and not just crawl away from him like instinct told her too. She couldn’t back down. That’d mean he won, and she’d die before she’d give him that pleasure.

Keeping her hands from fiddling and managing to get out a weak “Let me off the ship”, Farrah almost winced at the sound of her own voice. How the hell was Jack able to do this to her!

TBC: Jack…
Farrah set sail at 08:29 a.m. , Wednesday, September 17, 2003

Jack could only smile at the mop of hair that was all he could see of the girl in his bed. He was smiling one, because her drawled greeting amused him greatly, and two, because he had finally figured out what that damn nagging feeling was in the back of his mind.

“Good morning, Ms. Blake. Do hope the commendations were alright enough for a fair lady such as yourself…”

Her look of sudden horror only amused him further. Finally, Jack had realized why her face and mannerisms had been bothering him. Last time he had been in a Spanish owned port, he heard of a bounty placed on a young Spanish lady who seemed to have disappeared. She was heir to the Blake fortune and seemed to be wanted back by some high lord of lady. The description he had been given fit the girl thief in front of him and her speaking patterns, which he had recognized in the tavern, were that of a Spanish noble. Finally it had just clicked in his rum addled brain, and the look on the girl’s face only confirmed it.

Unable to stop smirking, Jack took another sip from the bottle in his hand. “Surprised? Good, makes things more interesting.” With that he stood up and approached the bed, wondering what her next reaction would be…

TBC:Farrah

((The plots a foot! Hope that’s alright Cheryl, thought it was about time we got Farrah’s history out there))
Capt'n Jack Sparrow set sail at 11:03 p.m. , Tuesday, September 16, 2003

Taking a bit of a breather, Adrienne had been standing on the starboard side of the deck, her arms dangling over the railing. She inhaled deeply the fresh, clean air. It was so much different than the air in London. It was a good deal better, she thought. Her cheeks were full in a broad smile and they were red, already colored and burnt from the sun.

After a few minutes, she decided to see what was going on, and perhaps to hear the story of how Will had met this Sparrow character. She looked over her shoulder to see Will and Wesley speaking with another, older member of the crew. If her memory had served her correctly, she believed he was called Dagg.

She spun on her heels and strode in their direction, only pausing just before reaching them. She hesitated slightly, afraid she would be intruding. She managed to overhear the endtails of their conversation.

She clasped her hands together behind her back, tipping slightly back on her heels and then forwards again onto her toes. Continuing this miniature rocking movement, she waited to be noticed.

TBC: Will or any of his crew...
Adrienne set sail at 08:54 p.m. , Tuesday, September 16, 2003

Dagg looked from Wesley to Will. “The lad is right, Sparrow’s plan is reckless and mighty dangerous. Though Norrington would never shot a man on site, not his style. He always enjoyed a proper hangin’ in the time I knew him.” His voice drawled and his gaze was on the deck in front of his feet as he thought before he spoke. “If it’s just some girl you’re going to see, why don’t ya let the lad get her for ye? With the uniforms, twill be easy enough and saves your neck and don’t requires me playin dress up.”

His gaze now turned to Will, an eyebrow raised as if already questioning the young Captain’s decision. “Ye best hurrying with your thoughts, I’d imagine Sparrow’s getting restless to get to Port Royale to do whatever his business is.”

TBC: Will, Wesley

((Yes that was me talking more then Dagg, we need to get the Pearl to Port Royale soon!))
Dagg set sail at 05:58 p.m. , Tuesday, September 16, 2003

Emma wasn't suprised when Elizabeth answered.She knew she was looking forward to seeing Will again.Her attention was then caught again when she heard Elizabeth speak "If I were to run away and live the life of a pirate's woman, would you hate me forever?" Emma thought for a second to herself,she would be heartbroken that Elizabeth would leave her here in Port Royale,but she could never fully hate her for it.

Emma a bit riled up,just thinking of tomorrow and that she would probably lose her best friend forever but she then snapped back when she heard Elizabeth's voice again "Would you come with me?" "You would love the life, Emma, so different from what we are accustomed to here. Excitement, adventure, romance. This is the pirate's life . . ." Emma was silent,being a bit thrown off from this question.She knew that if she were to leave her father,he would hate her for it,to do that would be unheard of, unlady like and most defintely throwing away all her morals and upbringings.

"Would you do that for me Elizabeth?" she said with a small smile "You would really take me with you?" Emma's heart began to race at the thought "Elizabeth,if you go...I do want to come with you" Emma couldn't believe the words coming from her mouth,but she knew it would be for her best interest.

TBC: Elizabeth
Emma set sail at 03:17 p.m. , Tuesday, September 16, 2003

((OOC: Archived! Make sure to check archive page for back-posts.))

Elizabeth turned to see her best friend coming down the dock towards her, and she let her face spread into the smile she could not seem to keep at bay, not in these wee hours of the morning, not when she knew that the possibility of seeing Will was imminent and just beyond the horizon.

She [Emma] looked at Elizabeth and saw a sparkle in her eye "Your excited about tomorrow aren't you?" she questioned.

"That I am," she answered honestly. She knew all of these emotions to be unabashed and unladylike. "I sent a messenger to Tortuga; he should have reached there earlier this morning. Will will know by this evening, and he will have returned to me by tomorrow morning." She began to walk, feet padding softly along the wood of the dock, and then she turned to look at her best friend, and she said, "If I were to run away and live the life of a pirate's woman, would you hate me forever?"

Then Elizabeth paused, having a second, different thought. "Would you come with me?" she asked. "You would love the life, Emma, so different from what we are accustomed to here. Excitement, adventure, romance. This is the pirate's life . . ."

As she said the words 'pirate's life', she thought for a moment on Jack Sparrow. He, too, would hear of the amnesty, but she did not doubt that the Port Royale officials would find a reason to prosecute Jack. For his sake-- and for her own, in a way-- she hoped he stayed away.

TBC: Emma, whoever else wants to show up.
Elizabeth set sail at 09:37 a.m. , Tuesday, September 16, 2003