((No kidding, Pip... BRAVO!!! ^_^))

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((*blushes* Now we need Mari to post if she wants to have any effect on this scene))

Meg started at Barbossa, he was repulsive even without the curse. She glared at him. "You'll be sorry, Barbossa." She sneered. He attention changed to her and she felt his eyes roaming her body, she shivered inside.

((Try not to godmode, luv. I be Captain Barbossa, and I determine whether or not he be interested. Give me some time, and it'll all be handled in a manner that still stays true to the character (which is my first and foremost objective). ))

Appraising the outspoken young woman carefully, Barbossa smirked. "Yer awfully bold, lass, considerin' that yer currently a prisoner on my ship. Ye best be keepin' such threats to yeself if you value yer life...An' you, Miss," he said, turning to the other woman. "What business have ye aboard the Black Pearl?"

"Captain Barbossa," Elizabeth began, willing her voice to remain steady. "I am here to negotiate the cessation of hostilities against Port Royale."

Barbossa raised his eyebrows in an expression of mock-ignorance. "Lot o' long words in there, Miss. We're naught but humble pirates," he laughed. "What is it that ye want?"

"I want you to leave and never come back."

Thristain chuckled. "I was..uh.. drunk and we meat up. Now common, you want to save Elizabeth right?" He thought, thinking that they are both with Barbossa.

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Meg rolled her eyes. Elizabeth forgot to say she wanted to go ashore, again. She should have said something, but she never did. She knew she had to stay and keep an eye on Will Turner's crush.

“I’m disinclined to acquiesce to your request,” he replied slowly. “…Means no.”

“Very well,” she said, walking purposefully to the side of the ship and dangling a gold medallion over the rail. “I’ll drop it!” she threatened.

The gold… Barbossa forced a nonchalant smirk. “Me holds are burstin’ with swag. That bit o’ shine matters to us?…Why?”

“It’s what you’ve been searching for,” she replied. “I recognized this ship; I saw it eight years ago on the crossing from England!”

“Did ye, now?” he asked, trying to conceal his interest. His mind pored over what little Bootstrap had told him. He knew of the one daughter -they’d spent years trying unsuccessfully to hunt her down- but…Hadn’t he mentioned another child? A twin, somewhere in England?

The girl looked around at them. “Fine. Well, I suppose if it is worthless then there’s no point in me keeping it.” She let a bit of the chain slip through her fingers, causing Barbossa and his men to lunge forward involuntarily. Smiling knowingly, she looked back at Barbossa.

Laughing slightly, he forced another grin. Only one way to find out. “Ye have a name, Missy?” he asked.

“Elizabeth…Turner,” she replied, declining her head slightly. “I’m a maid in the governor’s household.”

“Miss Turner,” Barbossa repeated to the crew. He’d suspected as much. “And how does a maid come to own a trinket, such as that? Family heirloom, perhaps?”

“I didn’t steal it, if that’s what you mean.”

Meg sighed and walked over to Elizabeth. Her swade loafers thunked ont the deck, along with themm she still was whereing her bluejeans the seemed to cup her buttom nicely, anf her well forming 1/4 shirt that was blue and had jewels on the front. "Why do ye, Captain Barbossa want to know the orginds of this fine medallion?" She asked saying Captain with a sarcastic tone.

"An' why do ye insist upon interferin' with our negotiations?" Barbossa shot back, glaring narrowly at the young woman. "There somethin' you don't want us findin' out?"

Elizabeth glanced nervously over at Meg. Maintaining her serious expression, she whispered out the side of her mouth, "Look, I don't know who you are, nor where you obtained such strange apparel, Miss, but please stay out of this. As the governor's daughter, I've received extensive training in the art of negotiating."

Even as Elizabeth spoke, Barbossa reached his conclusion. "“Very well, you hand it over, and we’ll put your town to our rudder and ne’er return.” Hesitantly, Elizabeth handed him the coin. Barbossa felt a wave of relief as he passed it to the monkey, who climbed up higher into the ropes with it. With that out of the way, he turned back to Mallot and Grapple. "Now, who be this young lady, an' why is she on my ship?"

"We brought 'er," Mallot replied. "Thought she might prove entertainin' after-" He was cut off by Grapple's elbow ramming sharply into his stomach.
"Af'er dinner one night," the taller man finished hastily before Mallot could recover.

Barbossa scowled at the pair, then slowly examined the young woman in question. She had certainly caused enough disturbance for the night, and he wasn't too keen on the thought of enduring her for an entire journey, but...the return of the medallion had him in a good mood, and they couldn't very well allow her to return without sending Miss Turner back as well. "Fine," he conceded with a slight nod. "Escort these fine ladies to the guest cabin and make good to clear port." As soon as Bo'sun began shouting orders, Barbossa headed back for the helm.

"Wait!" Elizabeth cried, chasing after him as she realized their intentions. "You have to take me to shore! According to the Code of the Order of the Brethren-”"

“First,” Barbossa interrupted, turning around fiercely, “your return to shore was not part of our negotiations nor our agreement so I must do nothing. Secondly, you must be a pirate for the pirate’s code to apply, and you’re not. And thirdly, the code is more what you'd call ‘guidelines’ than actual rules…Welcome aboard the Black Pearl , Miss Turner!”

((Okay, so sorry for the last few lengthy posts, but I was trying to push it along. Are we ready to jump ahead to the next day yet or not?))

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((Like I said, I'm ready...this is where it gets interesting because we're going to have to kinda improv any scene our character's not in (unless we just wanna sit out, which I've already done my share of ). Where is Falathiel?! Elizabeth's cool and all, but not exactly my cup of tea when it comes to RPGs. I have a bunch of cursed pirates to attend to))

((I'm ready!)) Kara woke up, to find that she was leaning against the back wall of the prison. She looked around, and saw that The Black Pearl was gone. She sighed and slowly stood up. She stretched her arms and then looked in the window, to see if Jack was up.

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Elizabeth struggled against the pirates but found herself flung into the cabin along with the other girl. The door slammed shut and was being locked. Quickly, she stood up and attempted to open it. After a few moments of pulling, she turned around and took in her surrondings.

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Kara sighed, as she saw Jack still sleeping. "Jack!" She managed to whisper, quite loud. "Wake up!" She leaned her forehead against the bars in the window and sighed.

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