~*Spread Wings*~

[Hannah]

I small smile creepy onto my face when he does so and I tap my head, greeting him back. By night we will sail off again. The wind will be on our face again instead of the thing they call wind on land. On land there is no wind like the wind above the ocean. It always carries the smell of the ocean with it. It smells like home.
'good luck capt'n' I mumble to myself 'hope ye find what ye are looking for."

I make my way towards the mast and climb into the rigging, helping the crew out in the mast. Once I am up there I watch Jack row away towards the shore.-

[Jacky]

(Aww)

In a steady rhythm I row to the shoreline, as I have done some times before now. Back to tha' town of uppercrust fancies. Back to the cave of the lion. But also back to Scarlett, and that's what's convincing enough for now.

I still don't know what I'm about to do now. I suppose I'll finally tell 'r who I am. Or show her, for that matter. And we'll see how things develop from there. Either way.. by dawn we sail, with or without my mind at rest 'bout this whole matter. After all, sometimes a pirate has to make sacrifices.

[Lana]

I am walking alone the shoreline, listening to the sound of the waves, looking ahead... It feels so weird... the ocean is here, right here, so close to me... the same salty breeze, the same huge moon in the sky, the starry sky, the dark water...

But it doesn't belong to me anymore. Or I don't belong to this life.

The feeling you get when you look at someone's happy life through a thick, unbreakable glass. It seems to be so real and so close, while in reality it's just an unreachable dream and it's far away. Even though it really hurts - seeing Freedom and realizing you can't get it anymore - I enjoy this peaceful time... this calm sadness...

Suddenly I see a small boat, quickly gliding to the shoreline. I squint my eyes and freeze, careful not to meet any aggressive pirate - as most of them are to ladies. Though inwardly I hope that this is the man I've been thinking about lately...

"To hell with being careful", - I mutter to myself. I hate this risk-free life. And even if this rowing man is a pirate who will kill me - I don't care. I have nothing to lose in this life.

So I approach the boat silently.

[Jacky]

Getting nearer to the shore, I cast a glance over my shoulder to see how much further it still is. I see a silouette on the shoreline, and I squint my eyes for a second. Even if I can't recognize her from this distance.. I know it is her. A smile creeps to my features.

Couldn't stay away from the ol' sea aft' all, could ye? I think contently, as I grip the oars more firmly and let my strokes become stronger. This is it then. The moment of truth - the moment that'll decide whether I'll leave again without being a step further, or whether I'll leave with my mind at ease. Either way.. I think this trip'll be worth it.

As I reach the shoreline -a little further down the coast then where the figure is- I get outta the boat and pull it onto the sand so the sea won't take it with 'r. Then I turn around.. and without a second of hesitation I head in the direction where Scarlett is. As if it was planned. As if we agreed to meet up here. As if it was fate.

Either way... I'm no longer nervous 'bout it. If this is it, then so be it. I just want t' talk to her. And this is my chance.

[Lana]

The man is approaching me, and I gulp a little, feeling slightly nervous. I have no idea *why* I am nervous...

"Good evening", - I say loudly and absolutely calmly, even though this meeting is so strange... very spontaneous, absolutely not-planned... fate? Surely not. Just a strange coincidence. Rather many coincidences, don't you think? - I ask myself. At first - the party. Then - the hanging. Now this beach...

It's dark and I can't see who it is... but I know it's the same man I met this morning.

[Jacky]

"Aye.. I hope it will be." I reply, for once not throwing in uppercrust accents or even an additional slur. I know that she still can't tell who it is, hidden by the dark of the night. The moon is hidden behind a layer of dark clouds, which restrain any light from reaching the ground.. but lord knows for how long that will be, before a bit of moonlight manages to find its way through the clouddeck.

I give it a mental shrug. That way or another.. I'll have to let myself be known at some point. I'm just ignorant as to what would be the most oppertune moment.

I look at Scarlett for a moment.. locating where her face would be, though it's hard to make out. Then I turn to the ocean.. and despite it all a grin creeps to my features. "So I suppose I was righ' indeed, luv? Hard to ignore the call of the waves, isn't it?"

[Lana]

"Just thought I'd breathe some fresh air before going to bed", - I say with a shrug, not looking at the man. I won't see his face, 'cause it's too dark... and, perhaps, I don't want to see his face. I just want to be near him, to hear his voice with a pirate-accent, to hear him talk about Freedom... to bring the piracy a little bit closer to myself, even through this unbreakable glass which is separating me from Freedom and the ocean.

But for that... I should finally drop the mask. I don't want to pretend when talking to him, I just hate being someone else all the time... I've never talked to anyone during these many years, not even to myself. I couldn't confide even in myself, trying to pretend that I had nothing to care about. I've been bottling my feelings and thoughts up for so long, that if I don't share them with anybody now, I will just simply die... I hate everything...
And for making it easier, I must drop the godd@mn mask and become myself for a while... maybe I will just worsen my own situation, maybe it will only hurt more... but I can't live like that anymore.

Moreover, who is this man? No one. He's no one for me. Just a stranger who will sail away in a day or two. He will never see me again. He will never even know my name. Why would I care about him?.. I will just talk to him... he'll sail away... he'll forget me, I'll forget him... but anyways, I can be myself for half an hour now.

"D@mn..." - I mutter and sit down on the cool sand, putting my chin on my knees. - "You're right. I couldn't ignore the call of the ocean... But why are you here? Need something in the town?"

[Jacky]

As she admits that she couldn't ignore the sea's call, a grin creeps to my features. Perhaps, then. Perhaps I finally did break through the thick dam of 'upper-society' and 'lady-like antics'. Aye, I do believe I touched the right string to trigger the pirate in her.. and eventhough Ana warned me I might be opening a book she closed (and desires to remain it closed), I can't help but feel d@mn right 'bout it. After all.... it's good to know there's still some life in this porceline doll. It's d@mn good to know Scarlett didn't change in a way that makes her unrecognizable.

I sit down on the sand as well, at a little distance from her to make sure she doesn't recognize me yet. "I suppose you could put it like that." I reply thoughtfully. "Bu' I suppose tha's not out of the ordinary.. what's more rare is to see a lady sauntering down to the beach by her onesies, in the deep of the night. Couldn't sleep then?" I grin slightly, "Somethin' on yer mind?"

[Lana]

These simple words make me feel a lump forming in my throat. If I only could tell anyone what I feel... I feel helpless. There's nothing to live for. All my life is useless and pointless. I am living for no one. No one really cares. Slowly and steadily I am becoming a real porcelain doll, like he once said... with no soul inside. I am losing everything I had before: passion, fierce spirit... And I feel such a wreck now. Achieved nothing. Have no goals in life...

If I only could tell him what is on my mind... if I could share my pain with him, this would easen it up. But I can't. I can't be *that* sincere.

I shrug, nodding slightly. "Well... yes... not that anyone would understand it", - I say rather bitterly and stare at the ocean for a while. - "You know, tomorrow I might deeply regret about this talk... but d@mn, I don't care".

"How's the ocean now?.. I've been there ten years ago... sounds stupid, perhaps, but... has anything changed there?"

[Jacky]

(AHH gotta go. But I'll be back around 11 my time, dunno whether you can still be on then? Byee xx)