Sin City Tortuga

[Allie]

''Ye can have mine luv...mind you won't be long before we arrive at Tia Dalma's''

I'm too damn nice for my own good. Now I've given up me bloody cabin....

[Lana]

She frowned slightly. Sharing a cabin with Sparrow? Not sure it's the right thing to do.

"And ye? Ye wouldn't be sleeping ondecks, would ye?" - Fab asked.

[Allie]

I'll sleep with the crew luv'...or Lizzie''

I smirked. So there was an up side to not having a cabin...

[Lana]

She rolled her eyes and shrugged: "Nah, why would ye do that? I bet ye have a spare cupboard somewhere".

[Allie]

I made my voice harsher and I frowned at her

''It'll be ye sleepin on the deck with the crew before long''

I said it in confidence. Knowing it would knock back her smile and make her more wary.

[Lana]

"Whatev'r", - she shrugged, glancing at him with a frown. On the deck? Fine, then be it. Fab definitely wasn't going to plead him to let her stay in the cabin.

[Allie]

I gave a short and prompt grumble and glared at her. My plans never bloody worked.
I got up from the chair and stood straight then sauntered out the room blazing with the essence of ''I don't care''

[Lana]

Fab snorted and shrugged when Jack walked away. She went belowdecks, cautiously, trying to avoid the crewmembers. She spent some time sneaking about the Pearl and, some time later, finally found an obviously uninhabited cabin, stuffed with old, broken random things. She smirked slightly. It'll do.

At least no one would find her there.

[Allie]

*Few hour timeskip*

I snorted unappriciativly and swaggered across the deck.

''...Mm..bloody woman...M'not listning to 'er no more''

I slowly began to walk back across the deck and I came face to face, once again with my main room. I opened the door slightley and peered inside, looking for any sign of Fab still there.

''Oh Good! She's bloody gone!''

I opened a drawer in search of room and my face fell as I saw only dust lining the chocolate coloured wood. Best get below deck and find some 'adn't I...

''Mmm...''

I mumbled and drooled a little at the thought of rum then carried on down the damp steps towards the brig and lower deck.

[Lana]

"Phew", - Fab exhaled sharply and wiped the sweat off her forehead, looking around the tiny cupboard that now resembled something like a cabin. She cleaned it slightly, rearranged the broken stuff, even created something like a bed and there was a three-legged table, so she found a stick and the table acquired its fourth leg. The chair was wobbly and unstable, so Fab had to make it less dangerous by fiddling with more broken stuff. In the end, this cabin was live-able.

"It'll do", - she smirked slightly. At least she didn't depend on Sparrow *that* much now.
She sighed, however, feeling that she had nowhere to go, nothing to do and nothing to look forward to.