The night air was cold as it blew through her hair. The mist from the sea felt frozen on her face. When she looked up she was sitting at the side of a ship. But she did not recognize it as her ship. She looked around, to see that she was alone. A strange emptiness filled her heart. She couldn't understand it as it spread throughout her body, until she felt like nothing more than a hollow shell. Slowly, the sky darkened, the stars, and the moon faded, and the ship she was on, disappeared, leaving her in complete and utter darkness. No more did she feel the cold, misty breeze of the night, but now she was surrounded by warm, damp air. She felt like she was falling. Falling endlessly through nothing.

Morgan sat below deck on a strange ship, slowly coming to grasp consciousness. When she realised she was not aboard her own ship, her eyes widened. "Where am I? What's happened?"

Elizabeth woke up. her brown straight yet slighly wavy hair fell over her shoulders and she struggled, opening her eyes shock over took her. where was there ship?! where was she?!
Elizabeth had been about to say something when she heard Morgan talk.
" uh..Captain? " Elizabeth manged though dry lips " where..are we? " she said blinking at the light that was shining on her face which made her eyes sting.
Though Elizabeth knew this was not there ship she could still smell the sailt water from the cool ocean breeze that blew her hair back.
looking around she saw people..many people..but no one she knew..she thought..

"Not sure really. But i intend to find out." Morgan replied. She struggled against the ropes that bound her. Try as she might, she just couldnt get free. So, once her wrists had rubbed raw, she stopped. "If I can ever manage to get free."

Elizabeth nodding shut her eyes and sat to think for a moment then with a grin she reached for one of her boots where she pulls out a silver and blue knife and handed it to Morgan.
" Will this help?? " she asked still grinning.

"Yes it would." Morgan smiled and cut herself free before cutting Elizabeth free as well.

Fanny opened her eyes her captain and crew mate sat beside her she gave a grin and got up she loved a adventure and she was about to get one. "this looks like fun right?" she asked then looked at them "a different ship means a fun game." she rubbed her hands together "I can smell that this ship ain't ours am i correct?" she asked leaving a smile on her face. this is going to be fun!

"Right you are Fanny." Morgan smirked as she leaned down to cut Fanny's bindings as well. Morgan rubbed her wrists, which were now red.

Roselle hid the container of drinking water behind her back, peeking around the corner to make sure the cost was clear. Sliding silently and swiftly to head below deck, she just hoped she wouldn't get caught by Isabella who was close and would surely chew her out to no end. But even if the women below were captives, they were still women and had been down there awhile now. Checking to make sure her dagger was secured to her side and easy to reach, Roselle quickly went down the stairs succesfully avoiding the boards that squeaked. Turning a corner, Roselle saw that they were all awake. " 'Bout time you came to, thought you might appreciate a drin..." A little slow on the uptake, Roselle finally noticed the captives were free...with a dagger... " Bloody... Captain! Isabella! They're loose!"

Elizabeth stood up and rubbed her wrists before looking around,she pused then nodded at Morgan " can i see my dagger for a moment? " Elizabeth said hearing footsteps drawing near.
Swiftly Elizabeth reached for her sword which was no longer there and that made her curse under her breath " they took my cutless!! how could they?! " she said hissing with anger but soon shock it off and took her dagger back form Morgan and held it like a dagger and looked around still slightly out raged but at the same time she was happy for a adventure!

Isbella sighed, hands on her hips as she looked over the deck of the ship. Everyone was doing their job as they should but she herself wasn't as focused as she should be. Those new captives they had, she didn't like it. Why the captain wanted them in the first place was beyond her but you never questioned your captain. Her eyes scanned once more over the deck before she jumped a bit at the call of her one friend onboard, Roselle. Turning on her heels while yanking her cutlass from the sheath, she ran towards her yell. Her eyes were met with the newly acquired women standing up freed from their bounds. "Oy! What you three think you're doin huh?! Sit back down before I'm forced to filet the lot of ya!" She said threatingly pointing her cutlass at them.

Morgan smirked at Isabella. "Ya mind telling what ship were on? or do I have to force it out of you?" She was confident in herself, as she needed to be.

Captain Jack Sparrow was confused. He looked out at the horizon, back to his maps, and back to the horizons, then to his compass, none of which was able to be combined in such a way that he could make sense of it. Jack sometimes feared that his notorious lifestyle would eventually degrade his navigational capabilities to the point of severe retardation, but he always considered that his lifestyle was one of living for the moment, and therefore, his train of thought should not fear anything past the current moment.

"Captain!"

Mr. Gibbs poked him on the shoulder, shouting the word in his ear. Jack panicked, and flailed his arms for a moment as he assessed the source of the surprising touch. He bobbed his head back and forth as he tried to focus his eyes in on his first mate.

"Oh, Mr. Gibbs, you're looking more lovely than usual."

"Captain?"

Jack squinted his eyes to force his eyes on Gibbs' looks, and followed through with his joke.

"Nevermind. What for you do can I?"

Any other man would have been instantly confused, but Gibbs was accustomed to Jack's idiotic, yet admittedly humorous, way with words.

"There's some ruckus down in the brig. Mr. Cotton is quite spooked by it."

Jack thought a moment about their lovable mute.

"Cotton was spooked by a ruckus?"

"Yes, captain."

"Did he see this ruckus?"

"No, sir."

"Did he report the ruckus?"

"No, sir. The parrot did."

"The parrot informed you that Mr. Cotton was spooked by something he did not hear nor see, and is incapable himself of reporting that he is indeed spooked?"

Gibbs thought a moment.

"It's okay, mate, I'll see about this ruckus that no one reportedly heard with an equal ruckus that someone will most likely hear at some point, though fail to report it due to the ruckus itself taking place. Savvy?"

"I've always been a good first mate and ever said, 'aye' to ye, captain, but if I'm being honest, you're a hard man to follow most of the time."

"Good. Assess our bearings, Mr. Gibbs, and I will assess the ruckus."

"Still aiming for the fountain, captain?"

"Just bring me that horizon, Mr. Gibbs."

"Aye, captain."

Jack stepped away from the control platform on the top deck, stepping down with the graceful stagger that had been the result of time well spent in the Caribbean heat. The long journey to the brig seemed shortened due to his ever-working mind, concerning himself with the most trivial parts of important things, which had kept him occupied since he was a child. It was things like that that made sense in his mind when some people compared him to a child, but a child had never sacked a city without firing a shot before, either. As he approached Cotton's bunk on the way to the next staircase that led down to the brig, he made sure to look at Cotton and not the parrot when speaking, as he had so often done in the past.

"Mr. Cotton, what ruckus did you tell Mr. Gibbs of?"

The parrot, as always, spoke for Cotton.

"BRAWK Where am I?"

Jack squinted in confusion.

"What?"

"BRAWK I can smell this BRAWK Bloody BRAWK Fanny."

Jack had failed to look at Cotton, and suddenly turned to him for acknowledgement, but he didn't know.

"How enlightening."

Jack simply shook his head before he heard something quite troubling below deck.

"Oy! What you three think you're doin huh?! Sit back down before I'm forced to filet the lot of ya!"

Jack considered intervening, but he was thirsty. He hadn't had a drop of rum for the whole of an hour at the most, and immediately felt the urge to drink from the flask at his hip, which he had picked up at their last stop in Tortuga at the recommendation of Mr. Gibbs. He turned away from Cotton and put the flask to his lips, but the last splash of it quickly evacuated the bottle and Jack was overcome with a sense of depression. He then realized the rest of the rum was on the deck below the brig, and thus, he could deal with the impending violence AND get himself a glorified bottle of the rum he so deserved; his flask was too wimpy to be considered seriously.

"As you were, Cot-" He stopped short because there was no use, and simply waved Cotton off with a gesture that implied what he was trying to communicate.

Jack descended the stairs, hearing his boots thump against the old French wood. He kept his left hand on the handle of his broad rapier, the other twinging at his braided beard hair, eyes kept on the scene of Isabella threatening the captives. One of them was trying to talk back.

"Ya mind telling what ship were on? Or do I have to force it out of you?"

Jack stomped on the step he happened to be on to get their attention.

"You're aboard the 'Canard de Pied', which is a French boat I borrowed from some fine gentlemen in Tortuga, and I am Captain Jack Sparrow. This is Isabella, who is extremely handy with the cutlass at her side. Isabella, as long as I am present in the room at the time, you may not harm our prisoners. But you should serve them your fish before you gut them to give them an idea of your capabilities. Therefore," Jack began stepping down the rest of the steps, approaching the cells. "you ladies have equal responsibilities as prisoners to not endanger yourselves by angering those who have swords and guns when you are cooped up like chickens and have no equal show of strength to present. However, I do have some issues I need to discuss with whichever one of you lovely ladies calls yourself 'captain'."

He heard a creaking noise from down the hall. Roselle was standing nearby with a flask in her hand.

"Roselle!"

He approached Roselle in his usual stupor.

"What is that in your hand? Is it that which is most precious to preserving life in our part of the world? That which is so holy to many and much moreso among our crew? Roselle Starling, have you been hoarding an unequal share of RUM?!"

Elizabeth blinked confused with some of his words she then leaned over and whispered to Morgan " He sounds more drunk then the last blasted bar owner we talked to Capt. " her voice came out in a low whisper so only few could hear her.
still holding her silver dagger which Elizabeth was sure it could be a good thrower if needed so she held it at ready as her eyes narrowed " OY! Why did ye bring us on yer ship anyway?! " she said looking at Jack Sparrow.

Morgan gave a laugh at Elizabeth's words about the seemingly drunk man. She looked to Sparrow, her smile now a smirk. "You should know not to judge strength based by appearance, as Elizabeth here possesses an exquisite talent with that blade of hers. And I'm the Captain.

Roselle narrowed her eyes at Jack and his accusation. Here we go again. “No Captain. I would not dare hoard that which is holy and life preserving towards the crew or my Captain. Though need I point out that I never touch a spot of rum and therefore even if I had a flask of rum at the moment on me, then I would merely be collecting my accumulated rum debt owed to me.” Holding the flask up towards the Captain, she gave it a good shake. “This is drinking water, can’t have the ladies dehydrating on us can we. And it’d be a horrid thing to part with the ships rum to them without your permission Captain.” She never seemed to win at these word games with the Captain, but it was always fun to try.

Isabella didn't even need to look around at the stomp to know who it was. The ever familiar voice of her Captain sounded and, with a sigh, she did as she was told. Stepping back a few paces to give Jack room to speak to the prisoners, she put her cutlass back into its sheath with a disgruntled look on her face. "Aye Captain. I'll be rememberin that before guttin anyone next time." When he approached Roselle about the flask she had, Isabella could do nothing but smirk. Watching those two spit words off at each other was always amusing but of course the Captain always reigned victorious in his word games.

Fanny stretched then slid her knife out of her boot placing it in her mouth then pulling her hair up with the bindings from her hands. "fun!" she said pulling the knife from her mouth "the entertainment finally showed eh?" she slit a finger letting the blood leak out then licking her cut gently "cant wait." she whispered.

Elizabeth smirked at Fanny then rolled her eyes and mumbled " entertainment .." under her breath in a mocking tone that she sometimes used with Fanny when she was joking around.
Elizabeth shook her head " do you always do that to yer finger Fanny? " Elizabeth asked not letting her strong gag reflex get the best of her as Fanny licked her cut.

Fanny shrugged "habit I guess used to it gets me prepared for a fight I guess." she gave a little smile then shook her head "you don't understand I guess... thats what my brother did when he got into a fight." the thought of her brother made her want to throw a fit like a child. Fanny held it in.

Elizabeth nodded at Fanny a bitter look now on her face, having Fanny talk about her brother made her think about her brother,James. and her promise to try and find him if he was still alive though the chances seemed small..by now he could be dead or he could of even forgotten about her..
the bitter and hurtful look stayed on her face " I understand just fine. " Elizabeth snapped turning her head away from fanny and hiding the hurtful look in her eyes and clenching the dagger in her fist that her brother had gave her the day before the attack...

Fanny sighed why do girls have to be such daisies? she got up and mumbled about Elizabeth and how Fanny had a family that was all dead and she watched them all die yeah bring the tears Elizabeth! she looked at Elizabeth and how hurt she looked Fanny shrugged it took her years to get over the fact her brother could be alive if it wasn't for herself for being so stupid. she remembered sitting with her older brother and how he said he would always be there for her to protect her no matter what. Fanny let a tear role down her cheeks then she wiped it off and stared at the. Elizabeth you are such a flower. Fanny realized how her life was not supposed to be living and if she just stayed out of the way he wouldn't be dead. Fanny couldnt turn back now she had no one to go back to or to hug kiss and love no one feel like family around her...no one...

Elizabeth rolled her eyes and looked away from Fanny slightly annoyed at how some people could be such big jerks...

( sorry it's so short on my I-pod )

Morgan rolled her eyes at Elizabeth and Fanny, waiting for Sparrow to say something.

((ooc: its like a rolling eyes contest who can roll the best?))

(no. sorry i was watching harry potter: order of the phoenix. i had to yell at my tv when sirius died. i was pretty hazed)