“You have got to be kidding me.. You stole Tutankhamun’s burial mask from the museum in Cairo?! Why would you even do that?? And if you tell me it’s because it’s made of gold.. You better pray to the gods for your own safety.. Anyway, that mask was supposed to stay in his grave to begin with..”

  “ Jaaacck, luv... ”

     Scarlett dragged the name out longer than necessary, a knowing smirk      on her lips, with the same infuriating gleam in her eyes. It had been nearly      a decade since she’d seen him last, and his sudden appearance on the      streets of Tortuga brought back a cascade of memories, mostly memories      she’d rather leave the task of remembering them behind.

     She had changed these last ten years. She knew she was no young, lovely      wench as she had once been. She had been toughened by the world and      the inconstancy of men, and after her husband had crossed as the many      men before him, Scarlett had taken an oath that if there was to be any      broken hearts in her future, she was the one who was going to be doing      the breaking.

     Despite her new lifestyle, her dress was unchanged. At least, at a quick      glance. She still wore skirts out of habit, but now a dagger was concealed      in its sheath, strapped to her thigh. A second knife was settled in the      boning channel in the front of her corset, the jeweled hilt nearly peeking      out of her low, scooped neckline.

     Scarlett cocked her hip to the side, resting one hand on the curve created      by the corset she wore now more out of a matter of protection than vanity.

They were still recruiting. Good. Even though Tortuga was most definitely a... memorable place, Nahele had seen quite enough of it now. After spending three days in the rum-soaked city, with messy men and ladies with faces all painted, the young indian simply yearned for the fresh air in the forests he had grown up in, but since they were all cut down now, the freedom of the sea would have to do. At least the salt wind would refresh him.

Yes, it was time to leave now - but since he owned no ship nor money, the only way of doing so, was through someone who did have, in fact, these quite useful items in the Caribbean. Nahele had been unspeakably relieved to hear that a certain Jack Sparrow was recruiting in the Free Harlot. Swiftly, he had made his way to the tavern, and now he merrily approached the table, a cheeky smile upon his face.

"Um… sure—- you, uh, are you running from someone?"

Jack was late. Of course he was. Will had never expected the pirate to turn up in time - but after almost a day of waiting, he was getting nervous. The captain must have received the message with the date of his marriage in time. Where was he now? Had he encountered trouble somewhere? Was he imprisoned now? Or had he passed out drunk in some bar in Tortuga?

Did he even intend to come? Perhaps it had been a foolish idea to invite the pirate - but who else should he have chosen? Mr Brown would probably be too drunk to even make it down to the church, and his parents were gone. If the pirate didn't come...

Suddenly, noises were heard outside of the wooden door, and within a few steps, Will had walked over to the lock and opened it with a sudden gesture.

Send me a ❤ if you think I'm quality