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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! However dazed or in concussion the chocolate-skinned minx, she would never forget he still owed her a boat- it was probably going to be her Death wish, for someone to get Sparrow to get her a boat… She listened to the ravings of her Capitano’s voice flowing in with the roar of the waves and the occasional groans from Anamaria herself. Aye, well, Sparrow wasn’t taking her on board the ship- she had more privilege to be there than all of these characters about her, and just as much right to be there as Gibbs, even if he did say it ‘twere frightful bad luck to bring a woman on board. But then again, Sparrow knew it would be worse luck not to. And so it was she felt the heat of the sun disperse and the red glow from before her closed eyelids as the Captain stepped before her… Finally! The goddamn elephants had gone away… She groaned once more as she peeked through the strands of unruly hair at the Cap’n with twin pools of mocha. A frown was dispersed by her fine eyebrows as she heard his words, “You stole me boat!” was all she seemed capable of saying, and, having listened to the Interceptor –ah, memories- explanation, she pulled her upper torso onto her elbows, glaring at him, “Ye did nay give me that boat! Young Will Turner, that’s who gave it me. And It ‘twere not mine, were it? I still ‘ad to listen to your orders! And now I’m on the Black Pearl! I ne’er had to bring the ship back for you! I could o’ let ye have sudden drop and a short stop, ye cross-dressing-landlubber!” she claimed angrily, momentarily forgetting about the flower of pain, unfurled in her skull. She frowned and pushed herself onto the feet… Swaying in the castano leather boots she stumbled a few steps and bent down, almost drunkenly, to retrieve her hat… Brushing it free of sand, she placed it wonky on her head, staggering a few steps to him until very close. Bringing her hand up she delivered a slap to his cheek and a scowl upon her features, ”I dun care about the other slaps ye’ve been getting’, Jack, but Ye definitely deserved that ‘un!” she bellowed, fire licking maliciously at her eyes. [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! |