The Golden Age

[Strafe]

OOC: Great Post Lil_Ninja. Jack Sparrow is awesome. You pretty much nailed how he was in the movies.

-Jonathan-

He smiled, looking at how her eyes gleamed. "Of course you are! Everyone wishes for wishes." He chuckled. "Now...this may sound rather far-fetched, but believe it or not, I'm a pirate." He smirked, expecting her to reel back in shock. "And it just so happens that I only have one crew member, a terribly snarky woman who wants nothing but to make my life miserable."

He walked ahead, aloof, then turned around, hands behind his back in formal manner. "So, Miss Claira. I must ask you, would you be willing to join my crew?"

He flashed her a warm, hopeful smile.

-Song-

Song rolled her eyes. "Whatever. Jonathan is my captain. Nothing more. The only reason I follow that good for nothing man is to find out about myself. And even that is a bit questionable right now." She sighed, perhaps letting a bit of her true feelings show. She didn't even acknowledge the drunken man who joined them.

"And sure. I'll drag you out tonight."

[Nami]

~Percy Darius~

He smiled happily, "oh maaan... I love rum.." he stepped into the tavern with Bruce, not noticing anything. "oh.. I sailed with these glorious fellows on a ship called; The... oh dear I seem to have forgotten the name...however, I was the second mate with the captain, she was a dear wonderfully harsh captain, but she understood how I felt..." he hiccuped, "at least... I think it was a woman..."

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~Cecilia~

She peered at Song through her thick black hair, "I see Song..." she mumbled, "poor thing, men will always break your heart." she glanced at the drunken man, "wouldn't you agree?"

Cecilia smiled, knowing that Song would take care of her made her comfortable. "Thank ye Song!" She crowed.

[acgifford]

OOC: Great Post Lil_Ninja. Jack Sparrow is awesome. You pretty much nailed how he was in the movies.

-Jonathan-

He smiled, looking at how her eyes gleamed. "Of course you are! Everyone wishes for wishes." He chuckled. "Now...this may sound rather far-fetched, but believe it or not, I'm a pirate." He smirked, expecting her to reel back in shock. "And it just so happens that I only have one crew member, a terribly snarky woman who wants nothing but to make my life miserable."

He walked ahead, aloof, then turned around, hands behind his back in formal manner. "So, Miss Claira. I must ask you, would you be willing to join my crew?"

He flashed her a warm, hopeful smile.

-Claira-

Jon noticed her interest and addressed it. Dang it!! she thought.
"U-uh-" Jonathan continued before you she could object, admitted that he was a pirate. Her eyes widened in disbelief. No way!! There is no way!! He is toying with me!! Her mouth fell open as he continued to act as if he was in some way a pirate. Then he asked her to be part of his crew.WHAAAT?!! After he finished speaking he smiled to her. Claira decided to close her mouth and try and keep her cool. She crossed her arms, moved a few steps to the right and stopped. She then turned to look him in the eyes.

"What makes you think that I'll believe you. You look nothing like a pirate." she said coldly. "And what makes you think that I would even be interested in such a thing as piracy?..Hmm?" She cocked her head to the side waiting for the answer. That was a convincing act I think. He will surely not suspect a thing. she thought a smiled smuggly at him.

[Mister]

Bruce laughed heartily, drunkenly, and asked, "well? what did yer cap'n lerk like? yah' know what? i'm the first mate of a ship me-self! and let me tell you! my cap'n is the finest! i once saw hum.... well, he did something. can't quite recon what it was!" he ordered a refill on the rum and drank form his own. though the level of rum in the pint never seemed to diminish.

[Strafe]

-Song-

She looked away, expression dimming. "No. Don't worry about me." She looked at the man at the table uninterestedly, studying his strange appearance.

-Jonathan-

He smiled. "Well, I don't suppose that you are a rather wealthy individual, as striking as you are. But I think nice clothing and an air of culture suits you better than your current appearance."

He shifted his weight on his leg. "And yes, perhaps I am lying. Perhaps I am merely a rich, spoiled aristocratic heir to some washed up title and numerous riches." His face dimmed.

"Or perhaps I have spent the last of my money on the crumpets you just ate. Perhaps my name has fallen from grace and I am the heir to nothing. Perhaps this Blade of Salvation is the only shot at salvation I will ever have." He looked at Claira, straight faced, all flirtatiousness gone, replaced with firm, melancholy purpose.

"I, Miss Claira, am a Pirate."

[Diamond Dragon]

Triss heard what was being said at the inn. And I thought I was gonna learn something useful! She thought.

[acgifford]

-Claira-

Claira listened to his explanation. Her look softened as he explained. He looks and sounds so sincere. Though his story may be rubbish...he sounds like really is a pirate. What if he is? Would you throw away such a chance? What have you got to lose? Really.
Claira looked down and then looked up at him for a moment. " Ok...I'll join you. I havent anything to lose anyway. Though...I'm not sure I believe your sob story." she rolled her eyes. "I will join you." she huffed. She turned to the side and gazed at the sea for a moment.Well Claira..what have you gotten yourself into?

[Strafe]

-Jonathan-

He smiled dimly. "Fair enough then. I'll introduce you to my first mate, and she can explain how things work on my ship. Then I'm afraid that I have some business to attend to afterwards. So. I believe I saw her heading to that inn over there..."

He raised his arm to Claira, to escort her the way a gentleman would, though he wondered how she would react to this.

[acgifford]

-Claira-

Claira didnt say a word for she wasnt sure what to expect. When Jonathan began to escorted her to the inn, she was surprised, but allowed it. She had seen men do this before, so she figured he was being polite.

[Nami]

~Cecilia~

Cecilia considered this woman across from her, she hadn't known Song for very long, but she knew when someone was lying. With a sigh she glugged her drink, "Well, I suppose if thats how you feel...but I **** help boot worri aboot you." she slurred a bit, her eyes snapped up to the window and she saw Jonathan coming, and narrowed her eyes. He was going to get it.

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~Percy Darius~

"I'm not sure what she looked like...bright, pretty...and mean." he chuckled, "meaniest womin aluve!" he exclaimed. "She was brutil but far!" He chuckled.

[Strafe]

-Jonathan and Song-

With Claira still on his arm, He approached the table where Song sat with the girl from Singapore and a peculiar looking dark skinned man with dreadlocks and a triangular hat. He tipped his hat to everyone, and addressed Song.

"Oh, well, hello Song, I didn't realize that you were one to attract attention, but perhaps I was wrong." Jonathan chuckled. "Incidentally, I brought another one to the crowd. This is Miss Claira... um..." He looked to her quizzically. "I'm sorry, love, but I don't seem to have caught your surname." he smiled dubiously. "Nevertheless, Song, here is Miss Claira and she wishes to join our crew. Why don't you give her some sort of... eh... initiation or welcome or something."

Song blinked. What? She stared at Jonathan expressionlessly. Had he just recruited some blank faced ditz just because she thought she was pretty? She blinked again, just in the slight hope that her captain wasn't as dumb as she thought he was. She looked at Claira. What was so good about her? She looked like a tramp, and most likely was one. What sort of redeeming qualities could she have?

Song sighed, defeated. "Fine. Do as you wish." She put on a fake smile for the new recruit. "Hello, my name is Song Yin Yue, the first mate on the Sylvienne. Pleased to make your acquaintance." That was definitely a lie, she thought. She was going to work this girl until she cried and ran home to her mother, if she even had one.

Jonathan saw Song "smiling warmly" and smiled himself. "Well, glad to see that you're open to this."

Song's lip twitched as she tried with all of her might not to attack Jonathan for his idiocy right then and there... Though objectively, she wasn't sure why she was so angry at this. The Sylvienne could use another crew member. If only the crew member wasn't another woman. No wait... she caught her thoughts, because the woman didn't bother her... probably. Yeah. It was because she looked incapable of working hard. Not because she caught Jonathan's eye. Probably...

Jonathan smiled. "Well... I really have business I need to attend to... incendiary personalities and whatnot. Why don't you two get acquainted then?" He tipped his hat to the other two people, and began walking out of the inn.

Song looked, blank faced at Claira, staring at her without saying anything, unsure of what to say that wasn't a blatant insult.

OOC: So... Jonathan hasn't walked completely out yet if Cecilia wants to give him a piece of her mind.

[acgifford]

OOC: Do I sense a cat fight in the future? LOL.

-Claira-

Claira listened to song introduce herself. She could tell that song didnt like her and felt rather nervous when Jonathan left her side. What was going to happen? She eyed Song cautiously. She decided to try and be polite so that Song might attempt to be polite back. She could sense the tension in the air. She put her hands together in front of her and looked at Song.

"S-sooo...pleased to meet you...um...I look foward to sailing with you." She said with effort and forced a smile that looked rather painful.

Truthfully, she didnt look foward to such a thing and really wanted to go and follow Jonathan where she might be safe. She pursed her lips and looked after him and then to Song wanting to run for it. She didnt know if she could sit down. She didnt feel comfortable sitting down.

[Nami]

OOC: Awesome, thanks Strafe! :3

IC: ~Cecilia~

Cecilia watched Jonathan with disgust as he introduced Claira and she felt all the rum boil in her blood. She stood up, swaying a little, then stubbornly she marched, shoving Claira aside, "outta my way broad!" she barked and stomped in front of Jon.

"Listen to me you philandering, cob-webbed, cooky-old piece of rich boy trash that thinks he can call himself a pirate! You flamboyant peacock with no feathers!" She poked Jon in the chest at every word, "You have a great person around you all the time and you choose to hang with...with...the likes of her..." she waved her hand at Claira.

"You hide your gratfulness well if you have any at all, I mean any other man in the world would kill for a woman like her..." she pointed at Song, "you better treat her proper or I'll chase you to the end of the sea or the ends of the world or even to the seven circles of hell and chew you up so badly you won't know your butt from your head!" Cecilia leaned away, then with a huge huff she pushed Jon aside and marched back to the table.

"RUM!" she shouted.

[Diamond Dragon]

Triss looked over in surprise at the girl's outburst. She's probably drunk like thr rest She thought in disgust. she decided to leave and find another place to steal from. With Shadow following her, triss set off for the richer part of town.

[Mister]

Bruce laughed with the man drunkenly and asked, "tell me. have you ever heard of a man named Shade McKellen?"

[Strafe]

-Jonathan-

He blinked as the girl marched up to him, poking him strongly in the chest. Song looked away as the girl continued on her rant. So... apparently, this girl was so delusioned as to suppose that Song cared to be with him romantically, and that he was hurting Song by not reciprocating his feelings. Quite the farce.

He scoffed lightly. "Well, she sure has quite the way of showing it then." He shrugged, and turned to Song, who was glaring holes into his skin for leaving her with Claira. "I will see you two later back at the ship." He waved lightly, turned and walked out of the inn smoothly.

-Song-

Song smiled brightly, the most artificial smile one had ever seen. "Yes. I am so excited to be sailing with you as well. She instantly snapped to an incredulous look of injustice when she turned back to Jonathan, who was walking away.

She rolled her eyes at her captain as he left, and turned to Cecilia seriously. "That was absolutely unnecessary. I did not ask for you to say anything, much less fabricated lies about what I feel. I do not care for my Captain at all, and I would appreciate it that you do not assume so."

She glanced back at the doorway. Jonathan was long gone. Somehow, she felt like she was telling lies herself. But that was probably just Cecilia getting to her.

[Nami]

~Cecilia~

She looked at Song with pity, but quickly wiped it away, "I see...alright then Song.. I won't interfere anymore." she eyed Claira and gulped her rum.

~Percy Darius~
"...shade?" he hiccuped, "name rings a bell...tall...black clothes wearing blonde-greeneyed man with an attitude the size of america?"

[acgifford]

-Claira-

Claira was quite shocked at the girls out burst and felt rather uncomfortable when she began looking at her. She sat down at the opposite table and decided to pretend to be invisible for the time being.

[Lil_Ninja]

Capt'n Jack Sparrow sat quietly, drinking his rum and watching the scene unfold in front of him. He was quite entertained by this Cecilia girl.
When her rum arrived, he took it from the server and slid it across the table to the already drunken woman.
"You say you're seeking a man no one can find, aye?" He leaned against the table, his eyes fixed on her. He couldn't help but pry, it was his nature. "Love, I tell you, no man is impossible to find." He took another swig of his rum. "Take it from someone who has experience with doing the impossible."

[Nami]

Cecilia had almost forgotten that the man was there, and she blinked startled by his voice, her eyebrow went up. "Well I've been chasing this man for practically ten years..." she sipped her ale, "and he is no where, but I'm...not giving up! I will fund that man."

She glanced at Claira and felt a pang of guilt for the girl, she was torn between being nice and protecting her friend Song. "Oh don't look so gloomy girl! Get some ale and feel better..Claira wasn't it?" Cecilia said, then looked back at Jack.

"The impussiblie whut exactly huv you dun?" she asked, the alcohol still making her slur, even though when she had been getting angry at Jonathon there wasn't a slur in her words at all.

[Lil_Ninja]

Captain Jack cocked his head at her words. "Ten years, aye? That's a long time to be searchin' for someone, love. What's so special about this man? A lost love you're determined to regain, perhaps? That story is not too uncommon in these seas." He paused for another drink, letting the cool satisfaction of the rum burn down his throat.
He set the glass down and smiled at her. What hasn't he done? "My most impressive trick has been escaping Davey Jones locker itself. Now tell me I can't achieve the unachievable, love." His smile broadened as he boasted himself. But it didn't last long. Bitter memories from the past filled his mind. He took another drink of rum to wash it down.

[Lil_Ninja]

OOC: Forgive me for the double post, but I must take time out to announce.. Today is talk like a Pirate day! And I figured ye all would appreciate knowin' that
Arrrgh, mateys!

[Nami]

OOC: Arg, I missed it! D: they need to make a pirate week.

IC:
~Cecilia~

Cecilia glanced at Jack and watched him from under her dark bangs, "a lost love? Ha! That would be the day." she chuckled and sipped her rum, "you escaped Davey Jones locker? well, how nice for you... I have also escaped death, more than once." she leaned forward and grinned fiercely, "Most people don't believe I'm still alive actually. Which makes it nice for me." Cecilia leaned back. "Anyway, no he is not a "lost love" he is just a man, someone...I've longed to meet and join with, mostly because he's as crazy as I am. At least, that's how I hear it..." she smirked. "Once heard he went after the fountain of youth. I sought it too, if only to find him..." she looked at the girls, "sad eh?"

[acgifford]

OOC: Sooorry!!!!!
-Claira-
Claira was startled slightly. "huh? Um..I'm fine." She smiled unconvincingly.

[Strafe]

OOC: Yay! here's a super long post for your entertainment.

-Song-

She glared dubiously at the entire table. Everyone there was an idiot in some way. There was a drunken girl, a comically absurd man, also drunk, and a useless broad shuffled in by her Captain. She blinked, snapping out of her daze when Cecilia asked a question.

"Huh?..." She blinked again. "Oh yes of course. Very sad. Must have been terrible for you. My sympathies." She cleared her throat awkwardly, looking at everyone quizzically before looking away. She really needed to whack Jonathan over the head with the hilt of her sword for this.

-Jonathan-

Well, he had to admit, it wasn't the worst situation he had ever been in. Though likewise, he couldn't rightly tell himself that everything was... peachy either. He looked around curiously. Everything seemed to be black. Up was black, down was black. Left, right: black. It was quite amusing just how disoriented he was.

He also felt himself getting carried along by two uncharacteristically large men, who seemed to pose quite the danger to his life.

"Excuse me, but I'll have you know that I don't take too well to being touched by large men for extended periods of time." He spoke, voice muffled by the black cloth bag over his face. One of the men spoke up, his voice a deep slurr.

"I dunn care too much tuh be touchin' lil' runts like yous either. Now shut yerself up or I'll keep yer quiet meself." Jonathan opened his mouth in rebuttal, but decided against it when he felt the iron grip on his legs.

He recalled the exchange that had happened about 32 seconds earlier. He had been walking down the street, addressing every single person he came across with a bow and the words, "Hello, my name is Jonathan Hartford, heir to the Hartford Estate. I'm looking for a woman by the name of Elizabeth Hartford. Do you, or that beautiful lady next to you, by any chance know where this woman might live. Oh yes, and by any chance, does that beautiful lady next to you have any plans tonight?"

It was strange. Every man he had so politely conversed with became furious and walked off without a word. It seemed people in London just weren't very polite these days. Perhaps it was the economy, or a rough day at work. Or perhaps a rather dashing young man was threatening to steal their lovely wives from them. Jonathan shrugged. It surely couldn't have been the last one.

In any case, he had approached the two very large men, who both stood at least 7 feet tall, and had chests and arms broader than trees, with the same question. Minus the part of the beautiful lady of course. For whatever reason, at the mention of the name Hartford, they smiled mischievously at each other, bagged Jonathan's head, and began to carry him off. It was all done so smoothly, that Jonathan couldn't help but admire the ease of the men's actions.

Of course, he soon realized what exactly had just happened. He had been captured, and was now subject to whatever rage that would be afflicted on him. It was a pity. He had always wanted the people that inflicted rage on him to be angry beautiful women.

"Are we quite there yet? I would like to get this robbing, brutalizing, killing, and/or all of the above done by sunset, as I have a previous engagement." Jonathan asked earnestly through his mask. He didn't want to waste too much time getting killed. Song and Claira were waiting.

The men grunted as they opened a door, and slammed Jonathan into a chair, binding his hands and feet. They ripped the bag off of Jonathan's head. Miraculously, his top hat was still on.

Jonathan gasped for air, and looked around, disoriented. It was dark, and he could see nothing. "Hello? Is anyone there? The burly men who were being quite unkind to me, are you there as well? Anyone?"

A torch lamp flickered on with a dull flame. Above it was an aging woman's face, emphasizing the shadows. Several wrinkles lined her thin face, framing her weary blue eyes, and graying hair, hanging loosely in a messy bun. The woman said nothing.

Jonathan opened his eyes wide, gasping. "Dear God! You wretch! You look just like my mother!"

The face blinked wearily, and spoke as a number of other torch lamps lit, illuminating the room, and the rest of her body. "Well, I am your mother." Elizabeth Hartford looked at her Idiot son in distaste.

Jonathan gaped, opening and closing his mouth like a fish. "Oh! It is you Mum! I couldn't tell, since you looked so... young!"

Elizabeth didn't twitch, and continued staring down her son in weary disapproval. "What are you doing here boy?"

"Why, I'm sitting, and talking to you, mum. Quite obviously, I mean look. We're in a nice, cozy... albeit small room and we're conversing like real people and whatnot." Jonathan replied without fazing.

Mrs. Hartford looked to the large man on Jonathan's right. Then to the large man on Jonathan's left. She took a deep breath, and sighed heavily at her idiot son. "If only Cain or your father were here, I wouldn't have to deal with the fact that my only surviving family is... you. But what do you want from your disgraced mother?"

Jonathan looked to the large man on his right, then to the large man on his left. He looked around the room casually, and shrugged. "Money."

"No." Elizabeth looked him straight in the eye without budging.

Jonathan stuttered. "B-but but Mum! I'm absolutely dead broke."

"Well what do you know? Me too. I've been dead broke ever since you took the last of the Hartford estate and bought yourself that little garbage barge to go off and play pirate."

"Well..."

"No."

"But..."

"No."

"Please mother?"

"No."

Jonathan looked around at the tiny room that his mother lived in. There were only aged and weathered books, and several candles. He looked at his mother with his puppy eyes, but Mrs. Hartford remained stone cold. He sighed. "Fine then. I'll go out and keep playing pirate if you wish. Thank you for having me, Mrs. Hartford."

Elizabeth coldly spat back. "My pleasure, Mr. Hartford." She nodded to the large men, who untied Jonathan, and sent him out of the door, sulking.

After he had gone. Elizabeth sighed, and held her head in her hands in weariness. She got up and reached under a table to a chest, took a key, unlocking the chest, and looked to the large men. "Here. Take the contents of this chest and sneak it onto my son's ship." The men nodded solemnly, and left without a word.

"Good luck, Son." Elizabeth muttered under her breath.

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Jonathan returned to the inn dejectedly, and found Song.

"Well, hello everyone again, I'm back. How has everyone gotten along since I left?" by the looks of things, not at all.

[Lil_Ninja]

Jack smirked at her. "Crazy is the only way to go, love. I have a theory of my own about it, actually. Being crazy, that is. You see, crazy people have a broader understanding of life, and are willing to go to the ends of the world and back for practically any fancy they might have. Whereas 'sane' people have a narrow perspective, and the slightest thing scares them witless. For you see, if they knew what we knew, and they had enough guts to do what we do, they would be considered crazy as well, and then we would in turn be sane again, if we ever were in the first place. It's a very perplexing thing to ponder, really." He gulped down more rum and then continued talking. "Aye, very tragic." He paused, puzzle pieces being put slowly together in his head. "So tell me, darling, how will you know you've found him if you've never crossed paths with him before, aye?"

[acgifford]

OOC: wow...that was long...but quite amusing. ^^ Glad see the RP is moving again.
-Claira-

Claira sighed to her self and looked towards the door wishing Jonathan return. He had been gone a while. Just then he returned. Claira watched him come in. " Welcome back." she said and turned her attention back to the group in front of her.

[Nami]

OOC: Ahaha! Strafe, that was hilarious.

~Cecilia~

She listened intently to the man's words and quirked a smile, "ain't that the truth." she muttered sipping her ale. "I'm not sure really," she glanced at Jon then back at Jack, "I'm going to be looking for his tattoo." she let and eyebrow shoot up, "he has one, I hear on his right forearm." she chuckled. "good place to hide it."

Cecilia looked up at Jon, "well fancy-bees back from wandering eh? We haven't gotten along but we will." she smiled at Claira, "just as soon as I'm sober in the morning." she giggled and looked at Song, "don't forget you promised to watch over me."

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OOC: Since Mister hasn't posted I'm going to go ahead and move these two along a bit.

~Shade~

Wandering around the putrid streets of London was not something Shade had had in mind. He growled deep in his throat out of pure frustration, that stupid friend, if he could even call him that, always managed to escape him, no matter where he went.

"Percy, if I ever find you, I'll wring your stupid neck!" He ground out, his feet were aching and sore from walking, and he was just about to give up when he saw Percy drinking with another sailor, he frowned. That couldn't be good. He stepped into the tavern, and took in his surroundings with a quick glance and spotted the very same man and woman from earlier, and that woman who had been outside that coffeeshop, now accompanied by another man and woman. That didn't look like a good idea.

Slowly he walked toward Percy's table, something was amiss, he was upset about something, the man must have mentioned boats. He strolled up and nearly gagged, but many years as a hardened man had taught him not too.

"Percy."

Percy whipped his head up, "Shade?! McKlucken?! Its you! I can't bulief me eyes!" He grinned broadly, "Brucy! this is Shade, he's me best friend!"

Shade narrowed his eyes, "stop talking like that instantly." Percy grinned and got up into Shades face, his breath reeking a terrible wave over Shade's face and ability to breathe. "Come on now Shade! Huv a drink!"

"No, and as far as I can see, you've had one too many." Shade pushed Percy back his nose wrinkled in disgust, "you smell foul and you look like something dragged from the backside of a mule."

Percy blinked, "Oh come now." Shade gritted his teeth, "no, I think not!" he grabbed Percy's arm.

"Bruce wasn't it? Pleasure to meet you, but I need to get my friend here cleaned up, we'll be back." Shade draped Percy's arm around his shoulders and dragged him up the steps, Percy singing a shanty as he went as loudly as he could, Shade wincing the whole way.

Shade stepped into the rented room, which he had smartly gotten before he had confronted Percy, the bathtub was full of boiling hot water and Shade scooped Percy up bridal style.

"Oh! Shade, easy, its only the afternoon!" Percy said girlishly, batting his eyelashes, and with that Shade let his arms drop like a trap door and Percy fell whole bodily into boiling hot water, two second later a blood-curdling scream rang out, Shade promptly plugged his ears until Percy managed to scramble from the tub and stopped his wailing.

"Done?" Shade asked quirking a brow, Percy nodded, looked 90% sober.

"Good, then lets get you cleaned up properly hm?" Shade yanked out two sets of clean clothes and the proper things for a gentleman of leisure, "get cleaned up." Shade sat on the bed while Percy did just that, unwilling to argue.

"What have you been up too Shade?" Came Percy's perfectly coherent voice, in fact a voice that rang with the etiquette that and refined man of money would have. "Not much Percy, the usual."

"Oh? Hunting pirates still eh?"

Shade sat silent, "you haven't forgiven them have you Shade?"

"Never."

Percy sighed, "you really need to let it go." Percy stepped out from behind the screen, dressed in the white shirt and the dark green pants with the black polished boots. the frills on his shirt looked hilarious without his jacket. Shade stood and held out the jacket. Percy slipped his arms in it. "It was a long time ago." He turned to Shade who turned him back around and scraped Percy's wild-red hair into a loose ponytail.

"Let's go Percy, time for some Coffee, luckily they serve it here." Shade said, marching back down the steps, Percy sighed and sniffed himself, he had shaved as well and he smiled at his reflection in the mirror and then stepped out the door, feeling 100% better. "Good old Shade, always knew how to make me better." He chuckled and they returned to the hustle and bustle of the inn below.

Shade noted that the odd group was still there.

[Lil_Ninja]

Jack smirked. "A tattoo, aye?" His curiosity was taking hold again. "So you're going to search every Pirate you cross and ask if you can look at his forearm? Well, it's a good way to meet people." He joked, taking note that his rum was almost gone. "Tell me about this man. I've run into quite a few Pirates over the years, I might be able to point you in the right direction."

[Nami]

Cecilia looked at Jack, her eyes sparkled with humor. "Well, I have not doubt you've met plenty of people." she rolled the rum around in her mug, "well...he's a well-known pirate actually, someone people talk about a lot. But he's like mist to the Royal Navy." she leaned closer, her dark hair falling over her shoulder.

"But I know he's human. I once caught wind of him searching for the Fountain of Youth." she murmured, her hand slowly slinking across the table toward Jack's arm. "Then, when I went out to search for him, I saw his ship, only to lose it to the black sky." She sighed, "then in Portugal, I heard he was going after an ancient treasure, one that many men have searched for and never found...I heard from one of the tavern men that he would be here...in England. But I apparently arrived earlier than him." Her hand was now close to Jack's, she smiled.

"He has a tattoo of a Sparrow on his forearm." And with that she whipped her hand out and grabbed his wrist, "what do you have?" she asked, fingers pressing firmly into his skin, not enough to hurt him, but she was letting him know she wasn't letting go until he showed her.