~*Spread Wings*~

[Lana]

(( thanks! ;D I dunno, I wrote the phrase from our textbook ))

"Just like me?" - I ask sarcastically. - "Maybe you even met *me* in the ocean? A young girl, in a torn blouse and loose pants, with a dagger in my hands, killing opponents in a fierce battle?" - I smirk lopsidedly. - "Sure, it was me", - I say, and it's impossible to understand whether it sounds as a joke or as the confession.

I look at him for a while, but then feel a stinging pain in my heart... Yes, it *was* me! With my dagger... my fights... my tantrums, tears... my anger... my tenderness, love, passion... what is left now?.. I don't know myself. I took all the remains of my real self, stuffed them into a box and locked it safely. Lost the key. I don't know whether I am still in the box. Or evaporated from there and vanished... I don't know.

"How would a pirate-woman 'transform' into a woman like me, then?"

[Jacky]

"That's what I wonder, my love." I tell her.. I spot Ana on a bench nearby and narrow my eyes. Best be going then. I took this too far already. "Very well, m'lady," I look back to Scarlett, "I should take my leave." I get up, then take her hand in mine and lean over as I brush a kiss on her knuckles.. the same way I did back at the masquarade. "I'm looking forward to our next encounter.. because frankly, I have this feeling I've only just started to open the porseline shell.. I'm curious whether I'll find a Scarlet rose inside."

I let go of her hand and turn around, leaving. I gesture Ana to come along as well.

[Hannah]

I get up from the bench and catch up with him. "Went fine?" I ask him. Hell yeah, I know why we aint leaving yet; we're staying here because of her. But still..
I look up at him "When are we leaving?" I ask him, since I read the logbook earlier today but didnt have the chance to write into it yet.

[Jacky]

"I don't know." I reply, without taking my gaze of the way ahead of us. "I'm not sure wha' I want to be gettin' at here."

I really don't. I came here to see Scarlett, to find out how she was doing.. but now I know, so one could say I'd have my curiosity satisfied. But the truth is far from it. Seeing her two times now only made me wonder more. I have questions I want to see answered.. I have a thought stuck inside of me, that I simply can't dismiss. The thought is rather unsettling by itself, given good consideration;
What if I could bring *Scarlett* back, instead of Olivia?
And could I?
Would I want to?
And why?

[Hannah]

I sigh and nod as we start to make our way into the direction of the Pearl. "I told Gibbs to get suplies later" I inform him, since I guess he should know it, eventhough I am not that sure it even intrests him that much at the moment.
When we reach the pearl, I take off the long cloack and take a deep breath. Eventhough it is not really warm here, the cloack thing was really hot

[Lana]

"Good-bye..." - I say quietly.

I stare at him as he's leaving... and then my look travels to the knuckles. I could bet his lips were a little bit salty, like the ocean-breeze... like the taste of Freedom. I feel a weird lump in my throat again... and yet again, this man leaves me in a state of utter confusion.

Who is he?.. Why does he know *so* much about me?.. The craziest - and the only possible - suggestion would be: it's Jack Sparrow. But I would never believe it. What would he be doing in this fancy-town, playing these games with disguises... no, it's not Jack... even though I still can't cross him out of my memory and my heart. I am so weak...

But his words... maybe they just pull certain strings in my mind that make me come to wrong conclusions? The porcelaine shell he mentioned - well, any person who's attentive would notice that I am not too sincere and real. And he's a pirate - pirates pay attention to the least changes of the wind, so they surely feel the changes of the moods.

But a Scarlet rose?.. I shake my head: "You're getting paranoid, Olivia, darling..." Just hoping to see a gleam of sunshine through the clouds. Imagining everything.

I wish I met this strange man again...

[Jacky]

"Very well." I tell Ana. I take of my hat and cloak, tossing those on a heap onto the deck. I look at Ana who's standing in front of me, neither of us saying anything for a while. I know she probably expects something. An explanation, hell, maybe even an apology. I don't know whether to give either though.

"What's on yer mind, luv?" I ask, eventually giving in with the knowladge that a conversation is unavoidable - sooner or later.

[Hannah]

I purse my lips a little and look up at him "Why are you here now Jack?" I ask him and put my hands behind my back. "Do you really think she will come back to you? Look at her now.. she has a new life.. Yer a pirate Jack.."

[Jacky]

I give Ana a half-hearted smirk. "And you don't suppose I noticed?" I tell her sarcastically. The gaze in her eyes tells me not to push my luck here though (I remember Ana's slaps all too well, and I don't intend to have another one coming my way). I sigh and put an arm around her shoulders, leading her along to my quarters where we can have a more private talk without the whole crew listening along.

"Don't make the mistake of thinkin' I'm some love-sick fool here, ey?" I tell her, after we arrived in the cabin. I take a bottle of rum from the cabinet and take the cork out. After taking a deep swig I hand the bottle over to her. "I'm just curious." I mumble. "Want to see what became of her, tha's all."

[Hannah]

I drop myself onto a chair and take the bottle from him. For a moment I look at it and let my hands wander over the etiquet of the bottle. "Wonder what became of her..?" I repeat slowly. We didnt sail over the entire world just to look 'what became of her'. I am pretty sure about that.

My gaze wanders back to Jack and I smirk a bit.