[ Jack was great Ara ]

Salma snorted softly. It was obvious that the Captain was not in charge, not in this cabin at least. Her extended knowledge of men told her that the woman had to be his girl or lover otherwise this powerful man would not be silenced like this.

"So you decided to stoweaway on a pirate ship to get away from the drunken pirates?"

Anger flared up in Salma's chest. She felt judged by this stranger. Did she know anything about her?
"You've got good ears Paddy" she responded sharply. "Although a ship filled with drunk pirates can hardly be better than a stinkin' town filled with drunk pirates. But it's a start."

Her hand brushed lightly over the bruise but did not wince. "I will survive" she said a bit taken aback by Andrea's offer. Cuts would heal and bruises would vanish. That's what they always had done.

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It doesn't matter you don't believe in God, He believes in you.

[sure thing Lothy! Aurora needs all the friends she can get <3]


Aurora stopped mid stride, one leg hiked in the air as she heard her name spoken by a familiar voice. Her head turned, apple held between her teeth and arms outstretched to keep her balance. Because logically in her mind, when she heard her name she froze in whatever position she was in, but let's just say Aurora wasn't exactly 'stable'.

" eh 'eeley" She tried to speak with the apple still in her mouth until Dante pushed her leg onto the ground and yanked the apple from between her teeth, before placing it into her hand

"A-Rose, I don't understand you sometimes..." His voice deep, leaning against the wall with his hands crossed over his chest, looking amongst his friends who were all standing outside the Captains Quarters.

This was not the safest place to be right now. The last thing all of them needed was to be in the Captains or Lady Andrea's way when the door was burst open and they came storming out like he figured they would.

No no, they needed to steer clear of the strange couple until things were fixed.

"Aye. I be the eyes and ears of this group. If not for me they would know nothing. " Eli said with pride and slight puff of his chest, which doubled over when Loraline poked him in his stomach.

"You are in some sort of delusion if you believe that Eli. I think that Vari's plan is the best. Savvy? A bit of Liar's Dice to leave off of our interrupted game of poker." Loraline nodded her head to Varianna, the only real competition she had on this ship.

Dante nodded his head as well in agreement. He may have been a shoddy Poker player, but he was quite good at Liar's Dice.

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The waves that C R A S H E D upon
The R O C K S that you were trying to step along

And in my head I heard them play a S O N G

Alasdair nodded understandingly. "Well, a Lieutenant Commander in His Majesty's Navy has a better shot than most," he said, tugging his sash tighter. "How long've you been on the Pearl?" He asked, steping towards the midships.

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+ COME RAISE THE DEAD +

Marianne heard furious shrieking noises coming from the captain's cabin. She raised her eyebrows and shook her head, glancing at the others. "What the hell?" she shook her head. Marianne prided herself on never going into any form of shrieking or screaming fit; however angry she was, she restrained it as much as she could so it was only expressed as quiet, cold anger. "God save whoever the captain's got installed in there."

She straightened up from her slouching position, her narrow shoulders rolling back gracefully as she stretched.

"Liar's Dice? Might as well join in. Look's like the captain's going to be quite busy." She fished around in her pockets for some more tobacco for her pipe.

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"Do you need a hand here?" Nathaniel asked as he walked over to Alasdair and Cameron. With the Captain and first mate disappeared from the deck most of the crew started the game of 'Liar's Dice' as there was no one to put them to work. Nathan, who was used to hard work and above all a terrible liar, decided to help with the work that had to be done.

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Salma snickered and watched with raised eyebrows how the Captain had to contrain his furious first mate. Her hateful words did not bother the Mexican girl at all. She'd grown used to insults and contemptuous looks of higher society which happened to pass by town and ignored them.
"Bless you Captain.." Salma grinned. "You should be careful. You might.. burn yourself on that hot temper of hers."

But Salma was not crazy. Greatly relieved she was at hearing his generous terms. The Captain coul d have made his way more difficult for her. Throwing away last of her apple she didn't hesitate any moment. "I accept your offer."
She reached out her hand to shake his but realised that he was unable to follow her example. "She must quite a handfull" Salma spoke sweetly. "If you ever tired of that wild thing, you know where to find me." While speaking she wiggled her skirts somehwat up to reveal more of her fishnet stockings.

Having achieved the desired effect, she marched down to the door but before she opened it, she turned back to Andrea. "Surely you won't take a look at this would you now?" She gestured to the gash on her face and shrugged.
She opened the door and stepped into the warm sunlight and laughed, leaving the Captain and his mate behind in the cabin.

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O children, lift up your voice, lift up your voice,
Children, rejoice, rejoice..



It doesn't matter you don't believe in God, He believes in you.

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Illuminate the way to my heart,
It's twisting on a thread
+ COME RAISE THE DEAD +

(Will, is it okay if Marianne knows Salma vaguely? ^_^)

Marianne turned at Keeley's explanation as Salma sauntered out of the cabin, a nasty-looking gash marking her face. She frowned. The girl looked somewhat familiar; black hair, of Mexican origin. In a flash she remembered where she'd last seen her; Tortuga, Marianne's tavern. She had - Marianne wondered how to put it delicately - "worked" for a regular, if somewhat unwelcome, customer. Marianne had never wanted that lot coming to drink in her property, but short of firing her pistol through the ceiling (she had done that only once when some no-good attempted to steal the takings from the till, and it had made a hole in the floorboards of John's room), there was nothing much she could do. Those men were violent with the girls who worked for them, and it showed on Salma's face.

"I don't think that was Andrea," Marianne commented to Keeley. A thin smile formed on her lips. She raised an eyebrow as the girl in question left Barbossa's cabin.

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Alasdair smiled and laughed. "More likely in roundshot and powder smoke, but 'tis all the same." He said, looking the Pearl over. "I've been here for a while, I suppose. My ship, the Ceberus, she was captured by a few pirates who knew thier buisness. I deserted, saved my skin, and got dumped on Tortuga. I joined up with Barbossa a while after. Of course, the locals nearly lynched me the night before, so I didn't have much of a choice." he said, shrugging as he loosened a marlinspike from his belt.







Alasdair tapped a foor on the deck, turning the marlinspike in his hands. "Well, the magazines need to be looked over, inventories need to be taken, and we should have the chase guns in position. What to do first?" He said, glancing at his two companions.

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Gibbs waited at the door of the downstairs bar for the women to finally finish business. Most of which, he thought, would be Belinda whining about how Christine always ended up on these adventures, even though it was obvious she didn't want to go. The woman, who fancied herself Christine's mother figure, would then go off on a tangent about Christine needing to stick up for herself. He'd heard it all before when Christine was younger and didn't have the sense to take into another room, and it wasted his time then too.

After two mugs of rum, a now fairly happy, Gibbs spotted the ginger haired woman looking flushed and out of sorts, wringing the strap of her bag while biting her lip. Damm his luck. He'd have to re-talk the girl into going. More wasted time in the blasted hell hole.

"Chrissy...what's troubling ya now lass?" Gibbs asked as the woman scurried over.

"N-nothing!" She replied defensively, grabbing the man's arm and tugging him out of the place while looking about wildly as if a phantom pursued her.

When outside it was obvious that whatever had made her nervous inside had also sucked the little color from her face, causing her brown freckles to stand out in a ridiculous manner. It also threw into sharp relief her split lip and black eye that had been cleverly hidden with the large brim of her cap before.

Gibb's frowned and received the same look from the girl in front of him. "Don't you dare say a word," she warned, turning around and stalking off before halting. "I don't know where I'm going," she said loudly as if it made up for her foolishness.

Gibb's rolled his eyes, "Still noticeable, Christine. And the Capn's this way," he said, gesturing over his shoulder before meandering off towards where he last saw Jack.

The two spent about an hour before they came across the familiar, slightly slurred, baritone of their captain. And luck would have that the same man had been looking for him. Gibb's grinned and sidled up behind the man, clapping him on his back.

"Well ya done found yerself yer first mate, Jack. And lookit here, I found our quartermaster too," he said, maneuvering the captain to face Christine who waved back at the man, looking less than excited to see him.

Truth be told, nothing could have made her happy because she was hot, sweaty and tired from being led about in circles. Not to mention her nervousness had been growing and she was fighting the urge to check behind her again. The same strap over her chest once again being turned in her hands.

"Hello Jack," she said with a small smile. "I think I should have a better position that quartermaster," she added, trying to lighten her mood. It also served to hide her previous feelings from the less than observant captain - well, he was observant, but she felt that it would be rude for him to point out a difference as it was obvious she didn't want to talk, and he'd never seem the type to pry for any feelings before.

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Set 1: Nurr | Set 2: Me

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The waves that C R A S H E D upon
The R O C K S that you were trying to step along

And in my head I heard them play a S O N G

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Illuminate the way to my heart,
It's twisting on a thread
+ COME RAISE THE DEAD +

Salma frowned at Keeley but then realised she'd probably heard there had been a quarrel. "Andrea..? Oh.. you mean that wild cat?" She cast a glance at the first mate who'd also made her appearance on the deck. "Nah.. you should give her that much credit.." Salma grinned but did not react at Marinanne's comment.
"So.. since I'll be staying here for a while.. mind someone showing me a place to tidy up a little?" Her eyes fell on a tall, dark-haored man who was watching a dice game. "You perhaps, handsome?"

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Nathan smiled at Alasdair enthusiasm. "It seems like you would be expecting an enemey attack every minute. That's good." He gave the man an appreciating tap on the shoulder. "We could take the inventories first" Nathaniel said, glancing at the skies. "I think the Captain's mood is affecting the weather. It will rain soon."
He walked over to the ladder which led below deck. "So you were both Marines?" he asked his companions. "It didn't bring you both much fortune then.."



[ Oh and the gent Salma meant is Richmond, as he wasn't busy ]

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O children, lift up your voice, lift up your voice,
Children, rejoice, rejoice..



It doesn't matter you don't believe in God, He believes in you.