Marianne overlooked the game of Liar's Dice, perched on an empty barrel. She had found a second stash of tobacco and was expertly exhaling spirals of smoke into the air. She did not join in the game herself, as she had first planned, but was enjoying watching the others playing. After all, this way she didn't risk losing anything, and there was nothing she had to bet except her tobacco. And there was no way she was parting with that.

Her gaze lazily swivelled to Salma, who was addressing Richmond.

"If you're going to stay on the ship as the captain has obviously given you allowance to do so, you'd best be put to work," she suggested silkily. "Just like the rest of us." She paused. "Salma, wasn't it?" She said nothing more, and turned her attention to the game as Andrea placed down her bets on the table.

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Salma's eyes rested for a moment on the blonde who'd called her by her name. "I think we have not met." she stated, but did not make an attempt to get aqcuinted. The woman, probably of her age, acted as if she was in charge on this ship and if there was something Salma disliked it would be authority.
"Well if that be so, the Captain would have mentioned it." She glared from Marianne's smoking pipe to the Liar's Dice game. "And I see that you are all very very busy with work."
With these words she turned her back on Marianne and smiled to Richmond. "Well?"

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"Oh, but I think we have crossed paths. Tortuga? Black's Tavern?" Marianne replied, still not removing her gaze from the game. She took another puff from her pipe then turned a hard-eyed smile at the other woman. "I was the landlady. I remember you."

She gave a catlike stretch and did not reply to Salma's last words. Yes. We're all hard at work. Working on this ship didn't break Marianne's back as running a pub had - at least she got a chance to have a break here, and John had been forever complaining about her stealing his tobacco - but at least it was work. She needed the money, God knew.

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Alasdair, digging a charcoal stick and a spare piece of parchemtn out of his pockets, shrugged nonchalanty at Nathan's first comment. "The Ceberus was lst because we didn't have chase guns. The harlott-sons raked us before we could even load our guns. We didn't stand a chance. But I won't let that happen twice." He said vengefully. At Nathan's second comment, he tapped his musket in reply. "After I was press-ganged, yes. Bloody sailors got enough rum into me to float a bloody ship-of-the-line on. Cheating...." he trailed off, before he said something he'd regret.

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Gibbs smiled smugly at Jack's comment and gave Christine a sidelong glance to watch her reaction, clearly amused at his own being right. He would have said something as well, if not for Jack's continued speaking. The captain, he knew, had a flair for dramatics and loved his findings to be shown with the proper enthusiasm. So, naturally, Gibbs had to suck up his impatience and wait for the man to show them the dammed thing.

A map. He was heartily glad that they had one this time and not just a picture of something that may lead to something else.

"The Fountain of Youth eh?" The mutton chopped man asked while leaning forward to look at the presented item. "This be the same one that Ponce de Leon were lookin for? Thought he didn't find it..." the man mused and added it to the list of stories he needed to learn before they left Tortuga. Certainly someone had heard an alternative tale. "Well, what are we waiting for? We aren't getting any younger!"

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The woman next to Gibbs flinched at Jack's comment. Apparently the man had the annoying care to point out her look, which was annoying. "'as not very nice," she muttered almost inaudibly and looked about trying to find something to keep her interest while pointedly ignoring Gibbs' self satisfied smile.

She even went as far as to listen to Jack's proposal with more interest than she usually showed. When the red-haired woman was presented with the supposed map and destination she sunk back a little and tapped her pointer fingers together. Her reservations about the journey now increased.

"Jack...you remember the last time you went after immortality? It didn't go so well," she said with a frown, afterward catching her bottom lip, which was slowly turning purplish with her teeth. She immediately relinquished it and deemed the action an awful idea.

"What if it turns out to be like the treasure Jack?" She added. "You know...cursed..."

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Salma shrugged. "Does it matter?" she asked the man. But realising that no one on the ship would accept that for an answer, she spilled her story.
"I am here because I had to leave that stinkin' town" she stated simply. "Getting here was not as hard as it seems. It was late and it was dark. And most of the guards were women." A smirk appeared on her bruised face. "They cared too muc for the rum that was shared to notice me. And even if they would have caught me, I wouldn't mind."
Salma words sounded emotionless and cold. The past was the past. She'd learnt not to care about it and forget it quickly as it was not worth remembering.
"Well now you know the grand story" Salma said rolling her eyes. Taking a better look at the man she found that he was quite handsome, dairk-haired, brown eyes. But his look was somewhat cold.
"I would need some water to wash my face. Please?"

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Nathan nodded as he heard Alasdair's story. "I'm sorry" But he was not sure if he meant it. Sure, he was sorry for Alasdair that it happened to him but in his years of captivity and solitude Nathan had become to hate the Company and everything attached to it.
Absent minded he brushed over his wrist which was covered by his long sleeve. The marking, TF (travaux forcés ), did not hurt anymore but was still very visible. He was a marked man. Something he desperately wanted to hide and forget...

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Alasdair shrugged, adjusting his musket. "It's no fault of yours, just the bloody Royal Navy's. I would have been starting to sympathise with the bloody Jacobites by now, if I wasn't Protestant. This country needs an English king, not a bloody German." He spat, rubbing the hilt of his cutlass. Revolution was all part of history, and histroy now needed a rapid repetition, of only to help the Navy get men by legal and moral means.

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Christine had never moved faster. The woman had extricated herself from Jack's hold almost as soon as it had rested there. She was, unfortunately, well acquainted with being touched, but Jack and Gibbs were friends and not clients which meant she was allowed to be out right rude when she felt like it. It was laughable to think that she could actually do her job considering how jumpy and seemingly innocent she was. But, in the long run, that very naivety seemed to work in her favor.

Christine also may have been the only woman in Tortuga who was leery of the infamous Captain's charm. After she had removed herself from his grasp she fixed him with an glare which quickly subsided at his words.

"No," she said, bristling with ill placed indignant defiance. "I am just fine." She offered a smile to underline her words. Her quick words were replaced now by a calmer, normal cadence. "When do we hoist anchor, Captain Sparrow?"

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Gibbs smiled at the exchange whilst he leaned back on a convenient wall. There was nothing funnier than a man flirting with a woman who was not interested. His captain - although a brilliant flirt in general (he knew, he'd lost quite a few women to the man) - was no exception to the rule. Although, he had to say the scandalized look on Christine's face was almost as funny. Almost.

The man scratched his chin and pushed up off the wall seeing that Jack's small jibe at some personal problem of Christine's hit it's mark. She didn't like sounding weak and helpless, although - Gibbs noted - she clearly was no matter what she tried to do to shake it. A laugh began to bubble from him and he hid it with an obviously fake cough. At least there were three instead of two now.

"Alrigh'," the first mate said whilst kicking off the wall to stand by the captain, clasping his shoulder again. "Before we start on this here adventure. I think we'll be needin' a vessel. Any ideas there, Captain?"

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(Sorry this has taken me so long, guys. Summer has been really busy for me, and it's going by way too fast!)

Elly stomped down crowded alleys and across the crooked streets. Her anger had not settled much, but bitterness was fast setting in alongside it. She'd been mad like this before, only it had worn off faster in the past. The camel's back had been broken by the final straw, though, and this time she was determined to get off Tortuga, perhaps for good.

She stopped to catch her breath, leaning against a short wall. Panting softly, she wove a rather dirty white handkerchief in and out of her fingers and took a quick glance around. Two men and a woman were standing nearby, and quick conversation was taking place. Elly smirked; she did feel a bit of sympathy for that woman. She was probably employed in that profession which she herself had just narrowly escaped out of. She sighed and looked away, only to catch the word "vessel." Her head snapped back in their direction and she decided that she needed to make a swift move. Stepping away from the wall and farther into sight, she bore down upon the trio like a bat after its dinner.

"Pardon me, lady and gentlemen," she said smoothly, giving an unctuous smile. "I just stopped by this place to take a rest and I believe I happened to overhear that you're in the sailing business?" Her gaze drifted over each one of the three, but lingered on Jack. Tilting her head to the side, she patted her face languidly with her handkerchief. "I happen to be looking for a ship, myself..."

Moving her eyes to Christine again, she feigned shock at Christine's battered face. "My, my!" she exclaimed, stepping closer. "I think, perhaps, that we're both in the same plight." She nodded confidentially.

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