Vestiges

[Isabella]

Wandering the ports, Isabella Kendallynn Marlowe kept one steady hand on the basket-hilt of her sword. She did not appear as a pirate, at the moment. She could pass as just a normal peasant, really. But she wouldn't pass the cheeky bastards of the British guard to pull her in just for the chuff of it. Her free hand fingered the leather handle of the throwing knife concealed at her waist. A grin found her face. She's like to see the shoddy blokes try.

Sighing minutely, she dropped the pleasant countenance. Her dark eyes scanned the busy crowds. Where was the drunken, sodding toerag she lowered herself to call a captain?

[Vader]

Truthfully, there was no known knowledge of where this vessel was to sail. A ship sailed where its captain chose to sail it to. This ship had a destination for sure, but there was only one who knew that place anyhow. But did it matter where they went? It did to this man. It wasn't long until they had discretely docked, and the deep brown eyes gazed darkly at the shore as the man standing there at the helm smirked. Anyone knew that smirk, that face; it was Captain Jack Sparrow.

His whereabouts in the past year had been unknown, but a year wasn't enough to cause anyone to forget about him. Everyone who was anyone knew that name. Of course, Jack still looked like his normal, Jackish self. But he wasn't going to be aging....at least, not anytime soon. For once in his life, Jack was free at last, no Beckett to bother and no Barbossa to pester, lastly, no William to dread. Freedom was his, the horizon smiled upon him, everything was glittering like gold.

Standing there for a moment before walking off onto the dock, Jack seemed strangely spunky. But then he realized something. This was Port Royal. Nowadays, Jack had forced himself to forget many things; including anything and everything that had to do with his former "friends", Elizabeth Swann & William Turner. Oh yes, Elizabeth would still be "Swann" to him. However, Jack Sparrow was for once satisfied. Just one problem, memories were coming back from that box. . That box he had locked away. "Once is enough.." The words chimed cruelly in his head. Once was never enough, and there was never too much. Actually, a lot of what his mind thought about lately had, in some way, something to do with a woman; ONE woman....Elizabeth Swann....Elizabeth Swann....Elizabeth Swann...Turner...Sparrow......it chimed in his head. Yes, he missed Elizabeth. Even if she was extremely annoying and worthless beyond belief; aye, he still missed her! He grunted, glaring at the moon momentarily. "Curiosity....that's all it is." Jack sighed. Jack cared for nothing and no one else!

"But, tis all gone now, aye Mr. Gibbs!?" He pointed out, trying to cheer himself up a bit. No reply. Jack just shrugged and glanced back to his compass, watching it spin around endlessly. It wouldn't be stopping anytime soon. At least, he thought that before it pointed directly down the docks, towards the many taverns. Ahh yes, Rum....how could he not want Rum?

[Camille]

A familiar tune escaped her softly as she listened to the tread of her shoes against the weathered road beneath her. Camille hummed only to wither away any fear she had of the dark--and sometimes in Port Royal, there was a good reason to have these fears--or of who was lurking there, but the melody wasn't something most civilians were keen on. Words were vaguely in her mind, but she couldn't remember all of them. It was something she'd heard on the ships last month while she waited on the dock for pirates. Drink up, me hearties...yo ho, yo ho...

Shaking her head, two full bottles of rum tied on a string over her shoulder, and one satchel of food clutched in her other hand, Camille came to the docks, as was her usual monthly ritual. In her apron pocket she carried three shillings, just in case the guards decided to make use of her and pull out their guns as a threat for her trespassing. Another figure far to her right was barely visible, so she step sided the thought and waited by the docks.

Without realizing it, she began to hum again.

Yo ho, yo ho...

[Josephine]

Josephine had been walking for an hour. She was looking for something in particular she couldn't find. This was the reason she stayed on a boat most of her days now. She walked to the docks. She had finally made it. What she wasn't expecting was the ship to be gone. There was one shipp arriving, but not one docked and waiting for her. "Bloody hell..." She cursed as she looked around. The sun was low and light was becoming dim.

Joz saw barely anyone out at the moment. She felt this was a good time to un tie the top of her blouse. It was a humid night and she had worked up a sweat. She hadn't heard the hum until she pulled the string and the top of her blouse unreaveled. Her eyes widened. 'Yo ho...' She heard it again. She rested her and on her revolver.

She inched closer to the figure. She got close enough to see it was a woman... A woman with booze? Jozzie raised a brow. it reminded her. She was out of a ship, a crew, and rum. What the hell was she supposed to do now? Maybe, just maybe she could find one of those things tonight...

[Isabella]

The tosser.

That was the singular thought running through Isabella's mind. The bleeding tosser. She hated the stupid, drunken idiot. She should just leave him, really. Jump bloody ship and find a more suitable Captain. A wistful smile found her face. A smart, handsome, intelligent Captain, perhaps, with shaggy blonde hair and--

There he was.

With another deep sigh, Isabella scuffed her thick boot against the floor and set off toward the staggering figure of Jack Sparrow.

[Vader]

Glancing up, Jack tipped his head to the side. Was there someone actually coming towards him or was he just imagining someone? No, there was definitely someone coming towards him. Squinting a bit, he tried his best to pick out a face. He soon began walking quickly towards the girl until he could actually see her.

A grin passed his face. Isabella....good friend...nigh inseparable---well, almost. He suddenly felt much better,"Isabella, pleasure seein ye again, love!"He greeted as he approached her.

[Camille]

That voice could be picked out of a thousand others. It was so distinct, and yet it was somewhat similar to everyone else's in a way that no one who didn't know him wouldn't care if he was speaking or not. But he wasn't talking to himself again. There was another figure present in front of him. Wary, Camille kept her distance and watched until it was safe to advance.

The bottles over her shoulders clinked as she stopped moving.

An eerie feeling came over her. Like someone had seen her; was watching her. This was a normal feeling when the darkness started to come, but the sun hadn't set yet, and the feeling was never this strong.

[Josephine]

Grand... Joz thought at the girl ahead of her stopped. She couldn't just pass her without being noticed. She sighed. All she wanted to do was see the face that went with the rough voice she heard above. She thought of something quick and decided it would have to do for now. She smiled.

She crept slowly up behinf the young woman. She tried to make her boots make less noise. When she was about an inch away she let a whisper catch the wind. "Boo!" It was a slight noise only to be heard by the girl... She waited for the reaction . She hoped in front of the girl her hand still on her gun just in case she felt a little frisky.

"I is sorry my friend..." She giggled. "I only wanted to scare you a bit..." She paused. "You wouldn't happen to know who ship that is?" She wondered if the captain needed a new crew member. She also wondered if there was cute men on the ship. Well soon she would find out...

[Isabella]

"And you, Jackie," Isabella replied, her mouth in a tight line. "Tell me, have y' gotten right pissed-drunk yet, or are you waiting for some floosy to come 'long and buy y' the pint?"
She raised the scarred eyebrow at him. Her fingers habitually went up to her throat, closing around the cage of her necklace. She rattled it a bit, the pearl boucing about inside.

Her other hand, stayed steady on her sword. It was darker now, with less people around. A slow mist had crept up and Isabella was more wary than ever. Who knew who --or what-- lurked in the fog, hidden from sight? Much of an idiot as she though their captain, he was still Captain. So she would protect him.

[Vader]

Jack frowned, "Now now love, nice to knows ye be glad to see me. Not that I'm too pleasured to see you here.....Im in the process of looking for rum." He said simply, glaring a bit at Isabella before pulling out his compass. "I shall see ye around then." With that, the kept walking, while still mumbling some unneeded words under his breath about her.

"Ye can follow if ye'd like, wouldn't do you any good th-rum!" Jack stopped in mid-sentence when he saw the two women down a little further. Once he saw the shapes of two bottles of rum, he waltzed right up to them. Of course, he didn't say anything, he simply just stared and grinned. He had dealt once with this particular lady.....it wasn't too difficult to figure out what he wanted.

[Camille]

The hot breath came upon her ear and she whirled around, only to see no one. Her heart tumbled over itself in an irregular beating pattern, and it was only when she turned back that she cried out slightly in surprise; scare. The girl in front of her held a gun.

Listening intently, but fearfully, she noted the girl's speech, and her lack of puritan decency. Averting her gaze only for a moment, Camille replied softly, "No, I don't." The lie allowed her to bypass the girl and begin to walk again, before she was greeted by the bumbling fool of a captain.

His sneer was an obvious sign of his glee towards their monthly wagers. "I trust you'll be wanting these," she sighed as she placed the bottles on the ground. "And I'd like to be taking my wages doubled, since I've managed to bring you two bottles this time. And," she placed the bag of food at his feet as well, "this." The family she'd been watching over the children for over the past three weeks or so had an enormous stash of rum and other liquors in a large storage box in their house. Stealing wasn't something Camille was keen on, but she needed money desperately, and being a midwife and governess didn't cut it.

[Josephine]

Joz knew she was lying as soon as she saw the girl approach what had to be the captain. She squinted and try to catch a glimpse. It was a man.... no wait... it was... no it couldn't be... Jack Sparrow. She grinned. This time she wasn't a young girl... this time she was grown. She knew it had to be him. She smirked and started to approach them.

"Well well well..." She smiled. "If it isn't the big man himself.." She raised a brow. "Although ye probably don't remeber me... I remember you my friend." She bowed to him a bit leaving her head raised just enough to look at him. Whay she didn't remember was that she un-tied her blouse earlier so she was showing her goods to thy captain.

She raised up. "I am Josephine... We met a while back... Jack..." She grinned and waited for a reply... A captains dream. To be surrounded by rum, food, and three women...

[Isabella]

Isabella rolled her eyes at her captain's behavior. Did the man do nothing but screw and drink? Isabella loped over to the trio, her stance and walk easy but alert.

She eyed the two girls conversing with Jack. They were pretty enough. The one was timid, though, she thought. Jack's be right bored in a second. The other had potential though. Jack did so love to be admired and worshipped and that seemed to be exactly what this one was doing.

"Stocking up for the night, Jackie?" she asked, voice holding equal parts annoyance and tired tolerance. "Hope you've got the money for it. Otherwise I'll be sure that you leave empty-handed." Her voice and eyes were stern. She remembered the girl selling the booze. She needed the money; Isabella wouldn't let Jack charm his way into free rum.

[Vader]

Rolling his eyes at the annoying voice coming behind him, Jack dismissed Isabella's comments. He then turned towards the woman with the rum. Giving a friendly smile, he said kindly, "Sorry love, it seems ye caught me a little short....but I'll pay ye back triple....later...aye?" He didn't give one warning before snatching the bottles of rum and then whipping around quickly to face the blonde.

Of course, he didn't look at her face first until she stopped bowing. He had been too preoccupied by um..."the goods". Jack grinned a bit at her name. Ah yes, he remembered. Well, he really didn't, but he'd pretend he did. "Ah, Jozzie dearie, I remember...a little bit....unless I'm thinking of another Jozzie." He put a finger to his chin and then shook his head. "Nope, must of be you, love. How've ye been, eh?"

[Camille]

A promise with Jack was a one way ticket to getting screwed over. Unwilling to let this settle as he put it, she stepped in front of him, though not getting in between him and the blonde. "I need that money," she found herself saying sharply, then retreated, realizing her tone. "You promised me one year ago, and I expect you to uphold that. You've never been tight before."

Only realizing now that she'd said 'promise,' Camille sighed and put her hands at her waist. She was already screwed over. Dropping her head, she licked her suddenly dry lips. "How do I know you're not spitting lies?"