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Anamaria Elizabeth Swann: This is the fastest ship in the Caribbean! Anamaria: You can tell them that after they've caught us! She had been wandering the dock, the calloused digits of the working-girls hand ploughing through an expensive trickle of silver and gold, the coins of which she had won from Red Jack Poker. Her head had been bent and yet her ears were ever wary, understanding that to be counting money and walking along a dock in Tortuga was an idiotic thing to do- but what the hell? She was fast with her rapier and, if the need ever arose, could probably that good-for-nothing Captain of hers a run for his money. She could probably buy another boat now, with the money, but she didn’t want to- she wanted Sparrow to pay for it, damn him! It had been years now, and still he owed it her. Then, she was startled from her seething thoughts by the sound of metal upon metal, the singing of finely-used blades, and then accompanied by the sonnet of waves and shouting... She straightened, the money being slipped quickly into the leather pouch at her tight belt as she spun her pretty visage right and left, the maroon eyes peering out from behind the fringe of sable which hung in a curtain before her features… Well, the accent on the shouting was foreign, and she was sure the song of a battle would be down to the duel between Jack Sparrow and some other character who wanted to try there luck, with a whore on the sidelines… Well, Anamaria was partially right. Jack was engaged with a woman pirate- pathetic. With a shake of the course features she turned to the seas, from where the sound of one foreign voice was rising in a crescendo above the crash of waves… She hurried, the castano boots scuffing the decking of the port before the twin maroon pools fell upon the girl in the sea… My, such a big fuss over a foot of water- then again an inch of water could drown you… And so, swearing under her breath to curse her Captain as she walked past, she headed down the sand dunes towards where the figure was floundering in the waves… “Aight, lass, stop ye cursed thrashin’ about- ‘tis only a bit of water. Anyone’d think there be Bask Sharks comin’ after ya…” with a faint smile hovering about her chocolate lips, she took the girls arm beneath the arm and shoulder and, with one great heave, dragged her out the wetness of the sea and pushed her onto the dry shore. As she too clambered out the foot-deep currant she frowned at the sand which clung to her dripping leather boots before turning her attentions back to the fatale… “Aye, you’ll be with Jack then will ya? Typical o’ him to bring a drunken female on board…” shrugged, the buccaneer style top riding up her stomach and back down again, eyes flickered over to where the Black Pearl sat blatantly on the water a while out to sea, anchored down at shore. Cricking her fingers absently she looked upon the foreigner, “How did ye come to fall in the sea, anyhow, missy? I've told that landlubber of a Captain that if he wants to drown somebody, ye need to tie 'em up and stick 'em in more 'an a foot of water...” [Elizabeth in rowing boat heading toward shore] Elizabeth Swann: Bloody Pirates! [back aboard the Dauntless, Ragetti sees the Pearl sailing away] Ragetti: Is it supposed to be doing that? Pintel: They're stealing our ship! Ragetti: Bloody Pirates! |