Time and Tide

[Nikki]

I glanced up from reading in the candlelight, out the small window( or rather, hole in the wall), at the sand and the horizon. Storm coming. . .I hadn't needed to look, I could smell the rain on the air, but seeing was still a comforting notion. I set down the fantasy I had been poring over and walked, barefoot, to sit on the sand.

[Jacky]

"Our business on said island, mate," I answer Gibbs, who previously asked me the question I am about to answer, "'s ship maintainance." To emphasize said message I point downwards to the hull of the ship, to make clear my plans on the li'll island that's straight ahead. My gaze travels back to its sandy white beaches quite quickly again. Within time we'll be reaching the land at high tide, which is remarkably efficient for the job, considering.

[Nikki]

My eyes are weary from reading for so long, but I allow myself a quick glimpse at the horizon. Black sails- normally I would ignore such a vessel, but there was only one ship with sails like this in these waters. I did nothing to protect myself- fate would have its way. I wasn't accustomed to visitors, and hadn't communicated for years. "Here's to never being bored again," I muttered under my breath, falling back into the soft sand.

[Jacky]

I'm passing out orders one after the other, when one of the crewmember suddenly notices that there's a figure sitting on the beach. I tell them to keep doing their job, as I myself pull out a spyglass and look through it. I indeed find a silouette sitting on the white sand. That's interesting..

[Nikki]

I sit up quickly, feeling like I'm being watched. Several crew members roamed about the deck, seeming to be engrossed in their duties, paying no attention to me.

But then I see the hat. That must be the captain, of course. I got thinking I might regret being hacked to pieces at the moment, the ship was no doubt a pirate, and so I stood, brushing the sand from my clothing. Not that it would defend me by standing. I had no weaponry of my own, and must look a fool standing here, staring equally at the captain of the Black Pearl as he stared at me.

[Jacky]

"Tis a girl." I mumble out loud, soon as I made out the tiny figure on the beach more clearly. I didn't know this island was inhabited.. I decide not to think about it too much - we have enough armory to defend ourselves in case it is some sort of tribe. Then again.. the girl doesn't appear as a savage one at all.

I dismiss the thoughts, snapping my spyglass back and hollering the last few orders to lower the sails, as we bring the ship nearer to the beach.

[Nikki]

I sigh and return to my makeshift home, uncared for in the last week- I had been reading. I hastily stacked books on the shelf, trying to hide my nautical obsession as best I could- but if Sparrow was as clever as I'd read (no such thing was heard in the parlor at tea time), he would see right through my facade. My chestnut hair was in quite the disarray. . .but if I was to play the part of a poor, isolated, marooned girl, then I certainly looked it. No one in their right mind would believe I had run away to come here. But, then again. . .I had also read that he wasn't quite playing with a full deck.

OOC: Oy, I forgot to warn you. . .Rae gets a bit. . .fangirlish sometimes, cuz she was raised to swoon and giggle and all. (Mostly it's just my inner fangirl shining through into my character, but I like to jazz it up a bit.)

[Jacky]

(hahaha Okay )

A fair amount of time later the Pearl is safely laying on the beach. Low tide is coming steadily, which makes her sink a tad further into the sand as she weighs down upon it. I gave my crew the orders to get to work an' clean or repear the hull wherever it is so needed. In the meanwhile I kept a weather eye on the near forrest. ..The girl we saw before apparently disappeared, and her 'house' is not easily spotted from where we are. I'm curious though, and as soon as the crew is set to work I go on a li'll venture of my own, to see whether this speck of land is inhabited after all.

[Nikki]

I peer cautiously out the window of my house to watch the captain, and my heartbeat is so loud and fast that I swear he can hear it from where he is standing. Why am I such a coward? Does this man intimidate me? Or. . .what, exactly? I sink to the dirt floor with a loud thud, regaining that old habit of not thinking before I do something. He was sure to have heard that. "Good," I thought. "That's punishment for your own foolishness, Rae."

[Jacky]

((YIPE I gotta go Hope to cya soonish! *huggles* bye!))

Of course the sound catches my attention, and my eyes swiftly dart to the direction it came from. I can only just make out something that could've resembled a building.. well.. with a li'll imagination. I tilt my head to the side a little and listen carefully, but everything remains silent now. "Tha's very interesting." I mumble under my breath. I cautiously draw my pistol from my belt, and as I step over to the house I c.ock it with a soft click.

I find the door which looks like a piece of driftwood picked up from the beach, and I put my hand against it, pushing it open with a creak. Pistol aimed in front of me, I step inside.