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Post by Brooklyn Belle on Sept 7, 2009 14:01:17 GMT -8
Since she had arrived in Port Royal, Brooklyn Belle had been very careful not to attract any curious attention to herself. The last thing she needed was to be convicted of piracy and thrown in the fort's jail. She had successfully found the tavern she remembered while she had called the port home. Wearing her brunette locks up in a french twist, Belle settled into one of the taverns many seats and let out a breath. Before letting her head rest on the wooden table top, Brook looked around to make sure she wouldn't look a fool. From what she could see, nobody else was in the tavern but herself. Finally, Brook let her head rest on the table. The could hear the shuffling of the barmaids and the tavern owner. Glass mugs clinked against each other as they were washed and put away. Reaching up to the back of her head, Brook pulled her hair from its captor and let it fall freely around her shoulders.
The day had been long and she was feeling rather antsy and annoyed. Her flip could easily be switched from mild to mad in a moments instance. It was just a matter of someone going out of their way to provoke her into that state. Hoping it wouldn't happen, Brook let her eyes drift shut. She was tired and needed to find a place to rest for a couple of days. However, that would be nearly impossible seeing that she had nothing to pay with. Perhaps she would ask one of the many upstate homes if they required any more maid assistance...or she could steal. After all, she was a pirate. Fortunately, she wasn't in said pirateing mood. It was a good thing too. If anything would throw her in jail, it would be letting her guard down and committing an act of piracy.
Face pressed against the table, Brook thought out loud to herself about her need to find a crew, a ship, and a captain...or just a man...or maybe a friend. She had figured she was alone and would stay that way since the tavern wasn't busy. She had heard the tavern doors opening and the sound of boots walking on the hard floor. Brook was in a world of her own and she was spilling it to whoever had just entered the Port Royal bar.
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Post by Captain Jack Sparrow on Sept 7, 2009 15:13:03 GMT -8
He was tired of the chase after the long day, and decided to skip into a favorite tavern that he had always enjoyed being in. As he walked in to the usually noisy bar, he was shocked by the eerie silence that littered the place.
No awfully off tune music played from the band who usually sat drunken in the corner. The usually packed place was only full of around five or six people, who sat at one end of the bar too drunk to notice anything that was going on with the world around them... he loved that feeling.
The pirate glanced around and noticed a female sitting at the end of the tavern. He quirked a brow and staggered his way over to the woman who was awkardly dressed... compared to most of the other women here. As he neared her, he heard the woman's ramblings of the things she needed.
Well he had a ship, and that ship came with a crew... he was a captain, and a man... he could be friendly. At that Jack smirked and sat down beside the girl, nodding at the bar keep to bring over two mugs of rum as he glanced over at the girl who was still muttering to herself. He wrinkled his nose slightly as he wondered if her head was okay.
Nevertheless, Jack turned towards the wench as she brought over the two mugs, he nodded his head and offered a wink to the swooning bar wench who was wearing a bit too much make up. He turned towards the girl beside him and pushed a mug towards her. "Problems love?" |
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Post by Brooklyn Belle on Sept 7, 2009 15:29:48 GMT -8
"Problems Love?"
Brook jumped straight up from her seat and tried to find the source of that gruff voice. It took her a few moments but, after recovering from the initial shock, Brook's eyes fell onto a pair of rich copper colored ones. Letting out a breath, Brook slowly sat back down, taking her hand away from her chest at the same rate. She felt incredibly embarrassed at being caught reviewing her thoughts to herself out loud, and immediately cleared her throat. Looking to her right, Brook looked upon the man who had sat down next to her.
"Pardon me for my thoughts, sir." She began quite nervously and still very much embarrassed. "It seems as though you have caught in a time of growing despair. Problems yes, and hopefully i may find the means to solve them soon."
Brook Looked up once more as a petite wench came forth with a couple mugs of rum. She watched as her nimble hands set the down before the man next to her and watched her give him a more than obvious wink. She walked away and swayed her hips a bit. Brook suddenly looked to her lap feeling a bit self conscious. However, she was growing curious as to what business this man had with her, if any at all.
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Post by Captain Jack Sparrow on Sept 7, 2009 16:14:13 GMT -8
He pushed the mug towards her more until it was sitting right infront of her. Jack pressed the mug to his cracked lips once more and took another long drought of the liquid.
Lifting his hand to his hat he plucked it off his head and dusted it off. He coughed a bit as the dust filled the air and then placed it back on his head. "So, is it love yer havin trouble findin, cos I kno of several o pirates who'd wanna run in with you."
Jack chuckled and in his mind he added that he was one of those pirates. She was rather attractive in a way that was unusual to him, he usually didn't fall for the women who believed they were as strong as men, but there was something special about her.
He finished off the rum in one quick swig and then placed it down on the table. He turned to the girl once more. "Or are ye a run away, tired of livin with yer parents? Needin some new adventures, wantin to find yerself before you pursue a career that ye all women are destined to be in no matter how hard they believe they will never become one."
Jack leaned back and put his fingers over his chest. "So what is it yer dealin with love?" |
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Post by Brooklyn Belle on Sept 9, 2009 21:29:56 GMT -8
"I hope you like rum."
"So, is it love yer havin trouble findin, cos I know of several o pirates who'd wanna run in with you. Or are ye a run away, tired of livin with yer parents? Needin some new adventures, wantin to find yerself before you pursue a career that ye all women are destined to be in no matter how hard they believe they will never become one.....So what is it yer dealin with love?"
When the mug was pushed before her, at first Brook only looked at it. then she began to consider it, and then she took a small gulp. The last thing she wanted to do was get drunk but she supposed one wouldn't hurt too much. Brook listened to him talk and make assumptions about what her problems could possibly be. She watched as millions of small dust specks flew into the candle lit air, only to fall into darkness a few moments later. Brook relaxed a bit and leaned back into her chair.
"No, I'm not having troubles with love of any kind. Nor am i avoiding contact from an unwelcome source, and I'm no run away. In fact that sir, I dont claim to be anything."
Brook gave him a weak smile and then reached for the mug sitting alone on the wooden table top. Grasping it, she swashed it around for a moment, hoping to see bubbles but grew tired of waiting and took another small gulp. When it came down to it, Brook was only sure of one thing, she needed to some how secure herself on a ship. If the men would allow her of course.
"Adventure...possibly. However, I find myself in too many unstable situations. However, I suppose being of the opposite sex, positions of deck are always going to be unstable do to the pride men carry." Brook waved a hand at him. "Excuse me for say such things but, I intend to speak as an equal with you."
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Post by Captain Jack Sparrow on Sept 11, 2009 20:08:35 GMT -8
Jack considered her words carefully, he had two options here and he knew one he did not want to happen. He could speak like the male driven pirate he was and turn the girl down, belittle her, and make her feel as insubordinate to him as to any man. However, this would not gain him favor to this particular woman.
Maybe the strong talk worked on the bar wenches in this town, but their only goal in life was to serve drinks and get laid, which he appreciated just as well as any respectable pirate. He leaned back as he considered what he would respond with. A clever and witty remark would get him no where, but that was who he was one chovinest remakr after the next.
He wrinkled his nose in somewhat disgust at how she handled the drink. She seemed to have never drank rum before and he quickly chugged down the rest of his. He slammed the cup downand was instantly greeted by another frothing cup of the amber liquid he craved for day and night.
Quickly he held the cup in his hand overlooking the delicous drink before turning to the woman who sat beside him. "The name's Sparrow... Captain Jack Sparrow, perhaps you've 'erd of me?" he questioned a smirk residing on his face as he glanced down into the mug once more.
Jack lifted the vessel to his dry and cracked lips and took a long drought before sighing in satisfaction. He placed the cup down and then turned back to the woman. "Well, I do say yer in luck." he smiled widely his golden tooth glittering even in the dim lightly. "My particular vessel is in need of people with yer certain..." Jack paused and his eyes glittered as he thought quickly of a word to say. "Qualities and skills... and we would love to have ye on board me ship. What say you? Aye?" he questioned his smile broadening even wider as he took another big gulp of his rum. |
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Post by Brooklyn Belle on Sept 21, 2009 10:53:38 GMT -8
Brook watched him carefully as he considered her words. She suddenly wished that she could read minds for but a moment. The suspense always killed her; that awkward silence. Placing the mug to her feminine lips once more, Brook took a less awkward drink of the burning liquid inside. Pulling the mug away, she liked her lips, capturing any amber liquid that had thought of escape. When the man leaned forward a bit, Brook turned her attention back to him.
"The name's Sparrow... Captain Jack Sparrow, perhaps you've 'erd of me?...Well, I do say yer in luck. My particular vessel is in need of people with yer certain...Qualities and skills... and we would love to have ye on board me ship. What say you? Aye?"
To say she was surprised at his words would have been an understatement. The name definitely rang a bell in Brook's head. She must have heard it more than a few times here and there. However, she was more concerned with the offer this captain jack sparrow was making. Could she trust him? No. Did that really mean anything in the world of pirates though? again, no. Squinting her green eyes at him, Brook let a small smile grace her lips. She stuck her hand out.
"Captain Sparrow..." She began, "I accept your offer and or challenge. When shall you have me aboard your vessel?"
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Post by Captain Jack Sparrow on Sept 25, 2009 17:29:50 GMT -8
He lifted his mug to his lips and took another long drought as he surveyed her. he could tell she was fighting with the decision at hand, and that it was in face a touch choice to make. He smirked and tapped his fingers on the table before he turned his back towards her for only a few moments. He bit his lip and took another drink before scooting this empty mug back to the bar and retrieving yet another from the wench.
It was amazing how he could drink so much in such a little time, however he was used to the alcoholic beverage so much it practically ran through his veins. He turned back to her once more, as if he gave her time enough to think. It was time for her to make a choice and he smirked as he listened to her words.
"Whene'er you wish to get up off yer chair and come with me." he smirked and took another drought of the rum almost swallowing half the cup in a single sip. "So when are ye willin to join the life of the ragin seas?" he questioned, keeping the smirk on his cracked and dry lips. |
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