((Umm...well, the only problem is that this crew is the same crew as Barbossa has in POTC, and they're all male. Beyond the crew, there aren't really any openings. Perhaps you could try something new?))
((For an opening post, I'm actually going to use one of Barbossa's memories I wrote for my fanfic. I don't normally start by posting for all characters, but I think this one will do for setting the tone))
Hector Barbossa looked questioningly at the house before him. This was the address given to him by Captain Sparrow, but he hadn’t really expected to be meeting in a private residence. He had just turned to leave when the door opened and a man stuck his head out. “Hector!” Bootstrap said in surprise. “We’d begun to think you wouldn’t be joinin’ us! Come inside quickly; we have a lot to discuss.”
Appraising the house narrowly, Barbossa followed him inside. “Welcome to my humble abode, Mr. Barbossa,” Bootstrap said, bowing gracefully. “It’s not much, but it’s home. Jack’s waiting in the kitchen.” As they made their way into the cluttered room, Barbossa received the impression that the kitchen was seldom used for actual cooking. “Jack, you remember Hector Barbossa, right?”
“Aye,” Jack replied with a short nod. “Glad ye could make it.”
“My apologies for the delay, Cap’n,” Barbossa said, sitting down at the wobbly table. “As I’m sure ye remember, I don’t frequent this town…Haven’t quite got my bearings yet.”
Opening up one of the cabinets, Bootstrap pulled out three mugs and a small keg of ale. “Can I get either of ye a drink?” he offered. Both men readily accepted, and he poured out three glasses. Setting two of them down on the table, Bootstrap pulled out a chair to sit in, only to find it occupied by a small wooden replica of a ship. “Raven!” he called out in exasperation.
A young girl around the age of ten hurried into the room. Her dark brown hair was held back in a single braid, and she wore a tattered shirt and pants. “Yes, Father?”
“Love, I need you to get your things out of here like I asked,” he said.
Obligingly, the girl went over and picked up the small ship. “Who’re you?” she asked, her dark eyes looking Barbossa up and down.
“That’s no way to address a guest, love,” Bootstrap scolded gently.
Grinning easily, Barbossa leaned back in his chair. “I don’t mind, Bill, honest. I rather admire an individual who gets straight to the point,” he insisted. Turning to the young girl, he said, “Name’s Hector Barbossa. I’m going to be the first mate on this journey. I’m not sure I caught your name, Miss…?”
The girl folded her arms across her chest. “Raven Turner,” she said shortly. Turning to her father, she gave him a questioning look. “So you’re trusting him?”
“Raven, where are your manners today?” Bootstrap muttered. “Yes, we’re trusting him. He comes highly recommended by several individuals…Why don’t you go visit Joe over at the tavern, love? We have some business to attend to.”
Raven nodded obligingly and headed out of the room. Stopping short, she gave Barbossa a strange look. “A pleasure to have met you, Mr. Barbossa,” she said quietly before striding out the front door.
Shaking his head, Bootstrap joined them at the table. “My apologies, Hector,” he said. “Raven’s normally very polite to new acquaintances…I don’t know what got into her.”
“Children will be children,’ Barbossa said dismissively. At least no one listens to them, he added in his mind.
“Well,” Jack said suddenly, interrupting his thoughts. “Let’s get on to business, shall we?”
Barbossa nodded. “Yes, let’s. Firstly, I’d like to know the nature of this venture ‘fore I sign on. Also, perhaps ye can enumerate upon risks, time required, remuneration, and so forth.”
Jack frowned in confusion. “Excuse me?”
“Am I going to come out of this alive, and what’s in it for me?” Barbossa rephrased, trying to conceal his irritation.
“Ah, well, the state in which you leave this journey would depend on you skill, now wouldn’t it?” Jack asked mildly. “As for pay, everything’s in equal share. Do we have an accord?”
Barbossa grinned and shook the young captain’s hand. “Agreed.”
“Excellent. Then everything’s in order. We set sail in a week,” Jack said. Raising his mug, he added, “Here’s to a successful journey. May we all profit largely from it.” Touching his mug to the other two men’s and taking a drink, Barbossa laughed quietly to himself. Some of us more than others…
((note: Raven won't be mentioned again except in passing. She was just required since she would be there normally...Ideally Pip could start us off from here...maybe on the docks just before setting sail? (just a thought)))
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