Post by Maria Pearl on Jul 27, 2015 8:29:12 GMT -8
Captain Jack Sparrow rested himself on the railing of his ship. It was nights like these he often enjoyed. The quietness that filtered around him settled him and helped ease his weary worn mind. He had many things to do; a lot of thoughts racing through that had of his. He could barely keep up with his own imagination. Jack found himself often wondering if this life was worth it. He never had anything; and anything he had it was often taken away from him. Anything he longed for, sojourned for; sought after; treasured--it was all taken away at the drop of the hat, and more times than one it was his hat that hit the deck along with his thoughts, imaginings, future plans--sometimes they all crashed and burned around him; however, sometimes--oh sometimes they actually worked out for him; but quite often his own allegiances and alliances rather got in the way.
He glanced at Gibbs as he began to speak "Ye know me sir i am like a theif amongst wolves listening after pirating news or regarding yer ship that we have now back but the tales sir i am about to tell ye a woman came earlier tis ev'ning asking bout ye, i told er ye were in town so she cursed some in spanish ye know of whom i am tellin bout sir that girl from Seville the one ye heartbroke sir..."
Jack's brow quirked at the discovery. Angelica was it? She had come by had she? Inquiring of him, even. It seemed surreal; unreal; unusual; however simply expected at the same time. He nodded his head and continued to listen; not yet speaking as he mulled over this new information, trying to figure what he could do and make of this current situation. "So how is it going with ladies sir, i told ye women are bad for a ship sir but no one listens to me i am just a supersticious fool aye?"
Jack nodded his head as he sipped from his bottle that sloshed greedily in his hand; nearly losing some of the contents onto his precious ship below. "Latest news in the pirating world sir, is something about a sword that controls every ship with black magic i think it is the same sword that captain Blackbeard bestowed sir, and something about Port Royal ah yes, i think i know what tis means Jack..., yes the spaniards sir on that merchant there were mentioning it, they had a passanger who asked about the Sword and that same person was going to find Beckett, aye that is what i heard sir..."
Jack mulled the news over in his mind momentarily before glancing back at the waves below. "What am I to do about it Gibbs? Take the current as it serves; no turnin myself back now Gibbs... a man with out a plan; always seems to be better than a man with all his findings figured out all at once... savvy?" Jack sipped his rum momentarily before turning and walking the deck of the Pearl, taking in the sea salt air around him. He rather enjoyed the weather outside; the alluring temptations of the atmosphere; Jack loved the ocean and the ocean was what Jack truly was.
Then the next day they ported in Tortuga and Captain Jack Sparrow walked ashore.
The bright sun beat mercilessly down onto Tortuga's shores. Somewhere down beneath the docks, the captain lay on his side in the white sand, hat askew, gazing idly up at the hot light that filtered through the gaps in the wood.
He couldn't remember how he'd come to be there, but his effects were intact, he was intact, and so frankly, he didn't care.
Nights that became lost for good were nothing new.
The world around him was becoming uncomfortably clear, the few dregs of gritty rum left in the bottle he'd found by his side terribly inadequate for his purposes. Swiping his tongue over dry lips, he heaved himself to his feet, slung fine sand from the folds of his hat, and sauntered off into the center of the great, glorious mess of a town that was Tortuga.
Most of the pubs were closed, the ladies and gentlemen of ill repute that they catered to shut away like the creatures of the night that they were. Skirting a stray dog that darted between his legs in pursuit of an unfortunate rat, the pirate hopped up to the doors of the countless bars and brothels that lined the grimy street, peering through smudged windows and tugging at the handles of locked doors.
His attempts were fruitless-- the taverns lining this street were shut tightly, dormant for the day. Mumbling vaguely to himself, he sank down on a convenient corner and leaned against the sun-heated stone of a deserted shop, pulling his hat over his eyes.
he sun was warm. Even if the day was still quite young, one could quite easily tell that it was going to be a hot day. Leaning on the window sill of her rather run down building, she wiped the sweat from her brow and eyed the sky. A slight breeze blew, but it was just as hot as the still hair. The woman found herself wishing that she had dressed in less layers or that she had pulled all of her hair up, rather than just some. It was no wonder her boy had left to play in the bay for the day.
The woman, better know by Elizabeth Swann, was dressed in a rather loose fitting outfit. A brown vest, a loose white pirate shirt, and a pair of brown pants, many would argue that she would better pass for a male than the pretty lady that she was. She didn't often dress this way, anymore, but when it came time to work outside, she often resorted to her old pirating outfits. It was just something that helped her remember her former life as a pirate.
It had been nearly ten years since the woman had done any hard pirating, however. Her husband, Will, was still away doing his time on the seas. Their island had gotten lonely with just her son and she there, so she had picked up and moved to Tortuga. It was here that she opened a rather run down thrift store with various knick knacks and goods. It wasn't the most successful place, but it got them food on the table and kept her mind off things.
Except for today when it seemed that the seemed that the entire population of Tortuga had gone into hiding. She had taken it upon herself to straighten the shop up, but it was just too hot for that. So, deciding to check up on her boy. she locked the door of the store, switched the sign around and started down the street. It wasn't far from the bay, so she really just had to round a single corner and she could see. She didn't want it to be obvious that she was watching him, so she often just stood by the wall of the deserted shop at the end of the street, watching from afar. That was exactly what she would do today.
Even though it was quite bright outside, this place still had it's alluring and beckoning powers over him Tortuga the town that would always linger to a man and woman who came here. The instant smell of this place wafted through out the air, allowing the night breeze to carry it towards the port, the shore, any where that anyone would welcome the alluring smell. The darkness that did slowly creep over this place added to the atmosphere, and that was just what he liked. A mysterious, quaint, and of course often loud environment added to the amazing wonder that was Tortuga. He had just briefly docked here, leaving his first mate and crew on board to reorder and restock whatever needed to be done before they set sail once more for their final destination.
Jack had retrieved a map and a myth but was it true to it well there was only one way to find out wasn't it he was Captain Jack Sparrow and he knew if anything had a tale, a myth a story of somekind he would smell it out even easedrop a conversation, something to peak his interest, tickle his senses, push him to awareness of the mysterious unknown would always tick the captain.
It is how he had searched through the treasure of cortez the aztec gold medalions, the heart of Davy Jones, and even, remarkably, the Fountain of Youth. Granted, he never ended up with much gain in the end, unless you considered his life and the reclaimed Pearl his awarded bounty for his service. On many of his adventures Jack had come a long way to get what he had earned, even losing the Pearl a few times here or there, and once being thrown into the depths of the Locker... perhaps his ideas were not always the smartest, but in the end they would work out... eventually. After all, he had his Pearl back, his life back, a few pieces of gold richer, and of course a new adventure to set sail towards... The Sandwich Islands and then to Atlantis.
Jack had heard many stories of this place, the legendary treasure that lay in wait on those islands were screaming to him, he daftly wanted to get there and be the first to rove through those hidden treasures, the secret that the missing ship greatly held at the costs of a few lives were driving him crazy, however, he had to look a bit more at his map before he set sail towards the Sandwich Isles and towards his new adventure and treasure. Speaking of his map, it had took him awhile to acquire said map having to sneak past a few guards of the Royal Navy, a bit of deception... all in a day's work for said Pirate. Fortunately, his hard work paid off... this time.
Jack now walked through the streets of Tortuga, listening to the merry mirth of the drunkards that littered the street. Occasionally nodding his head towards passer by as he made his way to the tavern. All he had his mind set on currently was his table in the back of the noisy, stuffy, smoke filled tavern, a nice bottle of rum before him and of course his map to help him decipher the necessary measures that would take for him to reach his treasure...
Jack was thinking all of this when he spotted a woman standing around a corner he layed in the sand with his hat tilted on his head
eyeing her but he knew her "Elizabeth Swann" what was she doing here she was married wasn't she, Jack arose onto his feet and put on the boots he was wearing his white shirt and brown pants tied with black belt over his waist he touched his upper lip over his mustach
and fixed the bandana and took off his hat for the lassi before him.
Jack swayed his hips over to her and smirked a sly smile.
"Well now what have we ere aye, are ye lost, ye need me help
to resque one William Turner" "Ello Lizzie, what are ye doing ere
me love aye....
He glanced at Gibbs as he began to speak "Ye know me sir i am like a theif amongst wolves listening after pirating news or regarding yer ship that we have now back but the tales sir i am about to tell ye a woman came earlier tis ev'ning asking bout ye, i told er ye were in town so she cursed some in spanish ye know of whom i am tellin bout sir that girl from Seville the one ye heartbroke sir..."
Jack's brow quirked at the discovery. Angelica was it? She had come by had she? Inquiring of him, even. It seemed surreal; unreal; unusual; however simply expected at the same time. He nodded his head and continued to listen; not yet speaking as he mulled over this new information, trying to figure what he could do and make of this current situation. "So how is it going with ladies sir, i told ye women are bad for a ship sir but no one listens to me i am just a supersticious fool aye?"
Jack nodded his head as he sipped from his bottle that sloshed greedily in his hand; nearly losing some of the contents onto his precious ship below. "Latest news in the pirating world sir, is something about a sword that controls every ship with black magic i think it is the same sword that captain Blackbeard bestowed sir, and something about Port Royal ah yes, i think i know what tis means Jack..., yes the spaniards sir on that merchant there were mentioning it, they had a passanger who asked about the Sword and that same person was going to find Beckett, aye that is what i heard sir..."
Jack mulled the news over in his mind momentarily before glancing back at the waves below. "What am I to do about it Gibbs? Take the current as it serves; no turnin myself back now Gibbs... a man with out a plan; always seems to be better than a man with all his findings figured out all at once... savvy?" Jack sipped his rum momentarily before turning and walking the deck of the Pearl, taking in the sea salt air around him. He rather enjoyed the weather outside; the alluring temptations of the atmosphere; Jack loved the ocean and the ocean was what Jack truly was.
Then the next day they ported in Tortuga and Captain Jack Sparrow walked ashore.
The bright sun beat mercilessly down onto Tortuga's shores. Somewhere down beneath the docks, the captain lay on his side in the white sand, hat askew, gazing idly up at the hot light that filtered through the gaps in the wood.
He couldn't remember how he'd come to be there, but his effects were intact, he was intact, and so frankly, he didn't care.
Nights that became lost for good were nothing new.
The world around him was becoming uncomfortably clear, the few dregs of gritty rum left in the bottle he'd found by his side terribly inadequate for his purposes. Swiping his tongue over dry lips, he heaved himself to his feet, slung fine sand from the folds of his hat, and sauntered off into the center of the great, glorious mess of a town that was Tortuga.
Most of the pubs were closed, the ladies and gentlemen of ill repute that they catered to shut away like the creatures of the night that they were. Skirting a stray dog that darted between his legs in pursuit of an unfortunate rat, the pirate hopped up to the doors of the countless bars and brothels that lined the grimy street, peering through smudged windows and tugging at the handles of locked doors.
His attempts were fruitless-- the taverns lining this street were shut tightly, dormant for the day. Mumbling vaguely to himself, he sank down on a convenient corner and leaned against the sun-heated stone of a deserted shop, pulling his hat over his eyes.
he sun was warm. Even if the day was still quite young, one could quite easily tell that it was going to be a hot day. Leaning on the window sill of her rather run down building, she wiped the sweat from her brow and eyed the sky. A slight breeze blew, but it was just as hot as the still hair. The woman found herself wishing that she had dressed in less layers or that she had pulled all of her hair up, rather than just some. It was no wonder her boy had left to play in the bay for the day.
The woman, better know by Elizabeth Swann, was dressed in a rather loose fitting outfit. A brown vest, a loose white pirate shirt, and a pair of brown pants, many would argue that she would better pass for a male than the pretty lady that she was. She didn't often dress this way, anymore, but when it came time to work outside, she often resorted to her old pirating outfits. It was just something that helped her remember her former life as a pirate.
It had been nearly ten years since the woman had done any hard pirating, however. Her husband, Will, was still away doing his time on the seas. Their island had gotten lonely with just her son and she there, so she had picked up and moved to Tortuga. It was here that she opened a rather run down thrift store with various knick knacks and goods. It wasn't the most successful place, but it got them food on the table and kept her mind off things.
Except for today when it seemed that the seemed that the entire population of Tortuga had gone into hiding. She had taken it upon herself to straighten the shop up, but it was just too hot for that. So, deciding to check up on her boy. she locked the door of the store, switched the sign around and started down the street. It wasn't far from the bay, so she really just had to round a single corner and she could see. She didn't want it to be obvious that she was watching him, so she often just stood by the wall of the deserted shop at the end of the street, watching from afar. That was exactly what she would do today.
Even though it was quite bright outside, this place still had it's alluring and beckoning powers over him Tortuga the town that would always linger to a man and woman who came here. The instant smell of this place wafted through out the air, allowing the night breeze to carry it towards the port, the shore, any where that anyone would welcome the alluring smell. The darkness that did slowly creep over this place added to the atmosphere, and that was just what he liked. A mysterious, quaint, and of course often loud environment added to the amazing wonder that was Tortuga. He had just briefly docked here, leaving his first mate and crew on board to reorder and restock whatever needed to be done before they set sail once more for their final destination.
Jack had retrieved a map and a myth but was it true to it well there was only one way to find out wasn't it he was Captain Jack Sparrow and he knew if anything had a tale, a myth a story of somekind he would smell it out even easedrop a conversation, something to peak his interest, tickle his senses, push him to awareness of the mysterious unknown would always tick the captain.
It is how he had searched through the treasure of cortez the aztec gold medalions, the heart of Davy Jones, and even, remarkably, the Fountain of Youth. Granted, he never ended up with much gain in the end, unless you considered his life and the reclaimed Pearl his awarded bounty for his service. On many of his adventures Jack had come a long way to get what he had earned, even losing the Pearl a few times here or there, and once being thrown into the depths of the Locker... perhaps his ideas were not always the smartest, but in the end they would work out... eventually. After all, he had his Pearl back, his life back, a few pieces of gold richer, and of course a new adventure to set sail towards... The Sandwich Islands and then to Atlantis.
Jack had heard many stories of this place, the legendary treasure that lay in wait on those islands were screaming to him, he daftly wanted to get there and be the first to rove through those hidden treasures, the secret that the missing ship greatly held at the costs of a few lives were driving him crazy, however, he had to look a bit more at his map before he set sail towards the Sandwich Isles and towards his new adventure and treasure. Speaking of his map, it had took him awhile to acquire said map having to sneak past a few guards of the Royal Navy, a bit of deception... all in a day's work for said Pirate. Fortunately, his hard work paid off... this time.
Jack now walked through the streets of Tortuga, listening to the merry mirth of the drunkards that littered the street. Occasionally nodding his head towards passer by as he made his way to the tavern. All he had his mind set on currently was his table in the back of the noisy, stuffy, smoke filled tavern, a nice bottle of rum before him and of course his map to help him decipher the necessary measures that would take for him to reach his treasure...
Jack was thinking all of this when he spotted a woman standing around a corner he layed in the sand with his hat tilted on his head
eyeing her but he knew her "Elizabeth Swann" what was she doing here she was married wasn't she, Jack arose onto his feet and put on the boots he was wearing his white shirt and brown pants tied with black belt over his waist he touched his upper lip over his mustach
and fixed the bandana and took off his hat for the lassi before him.
Jack swayed his hips over to her and smirked a sly smile.
"Well now what have we ere aye, are ye lost, ye need me help
to resque one William Turner" "Ello Lizzie, what are ye doing ere
me love aye....
