God Damn. Thought Blaire as she steered her beloved Frigate into the dark, dank and iffy smelling port. i can't stand Tortuga. But the resolve within her said that she must, for it was the only way that she'd be able to locate the infamous pirate. She wrinked her nose as a couple of her crew members jumped off-side to tie The Illusionist to the docks. Blaire carresed the railings as she headed for the plank as she often did when leaving her darling ship. Blaire had made it her mission to find the lost city of Atlanis and possibly get her hands on the stone that legend has it has been keeping thier existance sustained for the last five thousand years!
"Swig low and Eyes high." she said to her crew, "if my ship meraculously vanishes in a way that i'm not familiar mark my words you'll all be crowding the sea arch in Port Royal." she looked around the eyes of her crew who were silent. "am i understood?"
a unanimous "yes sir!" rang throught the night air...not that it could be heard with all the squeals and gunshots comming from just over yonder. Blaire sighed. "alright." she gave herself a little shake. "here we go." she put one foot out onto the plank and it creaked in a way that made her a little uneasey. she stopped and looked back.
"Westly!" a small skinny balding man meekly came to the front of the line.
"y-yes miss?" Blaire looked at him.
"can you swim?" he seemed to stop shaking for a moment.
"Aye." Blaire pointed to the plank. "walk across that for me will you?" he blinked and pointed to himself. Blaire nodded and he started across the plank. halfway across it snapped cleanly in two, westly and both planks were dunked into the slim parting between ship and dock. Blaire turned to her crew.
"haul him up and if i see a defective plank like that one again you'll be walking on the other one and there shant be any land for you to swim to." she looked at everyone, long and hard.
This was imparative.
"Am. I. Clear." no one said anything for a long moment.
"as glass miss!" someone from the back said, a couple people laughed. the same man then said. "someone scoop Wes up!" it turned out to be Scott, her first mate.
"Shore leave has been requested captain."
"Denied. i shant be in The faithful bride for long. only imformation's required, if they want to leave the ship so badly they can get rid of all the rot and-" Blaire placed a satchel of gold in Scott's hand "buy some food, non parishables."
Scott blinked. "all items are parishable miss."
"oh, well we have salt. that's what i ment." Scott shook his head and smirked at her. "i'll take care of it."
"See to it that you do Scott i refuse to have my vessel a flaming ball of floating cow turd."
"Aye Captain" he said with a laugh, although Blaire couldn't see what was so funny. She grabbed a rope that was hanging loosely from the mizzen mast and swun over to the dock. she'd talk to the crew about that later. Blaire had only one weakness-she couldn't swim. let me refraise that. she refused to swim. As she walked to the beaten down bar she felt a little sorry for Westly. But as a Captain (and a female no less) it was hard to gain respect from men unless you acted like one. She was told that by the man she was looking for now.
"JackSsswarrow?" slurred the man, Blaire resisted the urge to throw up, and held her posture as a captian.
"yes. has he made port here...lately...recently?" the drunkard scratched his beard, and while she waiting for this bumbard to form an articulate responce she spotted somene in the far corner of the bar that she thought she recognized. It was the feather, the blue-ish grey plumage that had caught her eye. she patted the drunkard on the shoulder
"keep thinking on that." she said and without her eyes leaving the feather she followed it to the back table, as she approached it became quiet. the blue feather wearer listed his face and Blaire cracked a grin.
"Hector." he raised both his eyebrows as he titlted his head at her.
"ah, if it ain't the pattern girl. What brings ye to the most...pleasent part of town if i remember correctly ye wasn't one to be commin' 'roud this sorta area."
"Fortune and curiosity i'm afraid has forced me to come." she looked at a pirate that sat next to him (Barbossa) and glared. he laughed and Blaire quickly took hold of a pressure point bringing him to his knees. she let go and he vacated the chair. she smiled as she sat down.
"So, i've been on a bit of a treasure hunt and require some information."
"Depends on what yer willing to give up for said information." Blaire slapped a bag of cold as well as a map to a hiddedn diamond cove.
"i need to know three things." Blaire interlaced her fingers. "One, where's Jack-secondly where is the Key of Elsmere and three the map to the Sunken Grotto."
"Jack be where Jack be and if i were to know ye wouldn't. Second, Last i hear it was heading to Spain in a fleet and Thirdly. i have the map."
Blaire's back straitened. "Give it to me."
Barbossa laughed heartily. "i don't think so." Blaire reached for her cutlass, but three guns were pointed and cocked in her face. she pulled her hand away, her eyes determained she looked at him.
"i need that map." Barbossa grinned, the rotten and gold teeth catching the eerie glow of the tavern.
"and i need a favor." Blaire closed her eyes and sighed.
God Damn, i can't stand Tortuga.
"Swig low and Eyes high." she said to her crew, "if my ship meraculously vanishes in a way that i'm not familiar mark my words you'll all be crowding the sea arch in Port Royal." she looked around the eyes of her crew who were silent. "am i understood?"
a unanimous "yes sir!" rang throught the night air...not that it could be heard with all the squeals and gunshots comming from just over yonder. Blaire sighed. "alright." she gave herself a little shake. "here we go." she put one foot out onto the plank and it creaked in a way that made her a little uneasey. she stopped and looked back.
"Westly!" a small skinny balding man meekly came to the front of the line.
"y-yes miss?" Blaire looked at him.
"can you swim?" he seemed to stop shaking for a moment.
"Aye." Blaire pointed to the plank. "walk across that for me will you?" he blinked and pointed to himself. Blaire nodded and he started across the plank. halfway across it snapped cleanly in two, westly and both planks were dunked into the slim parting between ship and dock. Blaire turned to her crew.
"haul him up and if i see a defective plank like that one again you'll be walking on the other one and there shant be any land for you to swim to." she looked at everyone, long and hard.
This was imparative.
"Am. I. Clear." no one said anything for a long moment.
"as glass miss!" someone from the back said, a couple people laughed. the same man then said. "someone scoop Wes up!" it turned out to be Scott, her first mate.
"Shore leave has been requested captain."
"Denied. i shant be in The faithful bride for long. only imformation's required, if they want to leave the ship so badly they can get rid of all the rot and-" Blaire placed a satchel of gold in Scott's hand "buy some food, non parishables."
Scott blinked. "all items are parishable miss."
"oh, well we have salt. that's what i ment." Scott shook his head and smirked at her. "i'll take care of it."
"See to it that you do Scott i refuse to have my vessel a flaming ball of floating cow turd."
"Aye Captain" he said with a laugh, although Blaire couldn't see what was so funny. She grabbed a rope that was hanging loosely from the mizzen mast and swun over to the dock. she'd talk to the crew about that later. Blaire had only one weakness-she couldn't swim. let me refraise that. she refused to swim. As she walked to the beaten down bar she felt a little sorry for Westly. But as a Captain (and a female no less) it was hard to gain respect from men unless you acted like one. She was told that by the man she was looking for now.
"JackSsswarrow?" slurred the man, Blaire resisted the urge to throw up, and held her posture as a captian.
"yes. has he made port here...lately...recently?" the drunkard scratched his beard, and while she waiting for this bumbard to form an articulate responce she spotted somene in the far corner of the bar that she thought she recognized. It was the feather, the blue-ish grey plumage that had caught her eye. she patted the drunkard on the shoulder
"keep thinking on that." she said and without her eyes leaving the feather she followed it to the back table, as she approached it became quiet. the blue feather wearer listed his face and Blaire cracked a grin.
"Hector." he raised both his eyebrows as he titlted his head at her.
"ah, if it ain't the pattern girl. What brings ye to the most...pleasent part of town if i remember correctly ye wasn't one to be commin' 'roud this sorta area."
"Fortune and curiosity i'm afraid has forced me to come." she looked at a pirate that sat next to him (Barbossa) and glared. he laughed and Blaire quickly took hold of a pressure point bringing him to his knees. she let go and he vacated the chair. she smiled as she sat down.
"So, i've been on a bit of a treasure hunt and require some information."
"Depends on what yer willing to give up for said information." Blaire slapped a bag of cold as well as a map to a hiddedn diamond cove.
"i need to know three things." Blaire interlaced her fingers. "One, where's Jack-secondly where is the Key of Elsmere and three the map to the Sunken Grotto."
"Jack be where Jack be and if i were to know ye wouldn't. Second, Last i hear it was heading to Spain in a fleet and Thirdly. i have the map."
Blaire's back straitened. "Give it to me."
Barbossa laughed heartily. "i don't think so." Blaire reached for her cutlass, but three guns were pointed and cocked in her face. she pulled her hand away, her eyes determained she looked at him.
"i need that map." Barbossa grinned, the rotten and gold teeth catching the eerie glow of the tavern.
"and i need a favor." Blaire closed her eyes and sighed.
God Damn, i can't stand Tortuga.
