Inseguimento

[Lauren]

I stepped off the ship for the last time without a backwards glance, always moving forwards, always moving closer to my goal. I walked the well worn trail into the town of Tortuga and smiled at the sight of the familiar tavern, the Faithful Bride. I brushed a lock of blonde hair out of my face and stepped inside.
“Have you seen him?” I asked the bartender as I slipped onto the stool and slammed down a few coins, not bothering to state who ‘he’ was, I’d been here enough times in the past, the bartender knew my business well enough.

“He was here two weeks ago, stocked up the ship, made business with a few whores and was gone again,” the bartender told me, passing me my usual order of grog rather than the stronger rum the men drank – I didn’t like to loose my senses in pointless drinking.

I nodded and rested my chin in the palm of my hand with a sigh. I’d missed him by just a couple of weeks … again. Oh well, onwards again, I'd find another ship to work on and start my search all over again.

[Daz]

I glare over as I see next customer make there way in, frowning slightly as I notice it's another woman, and not one of the usual men making their way through. She dosn't look like a whore either. And I can over hear her questions. And the answers that seem familiar.
"I'll take another bottle of.. eh.." I study the empty glass in my hand, ".. whatever this is. Thanks." I slide it over the counter along with a few shillings that should cover the cost. Still thinking over a handfull of things. Past and Present.
I prefer the present.
"Hey." I mutter to the bar keeper as he comes back with my order, "Who was she askin' about?"

"Old Jack. Again. What is it with that man.." He rolls his eyes.

I stare down at the bar.
"Aye." I agree. Taking a sigh before I swig.

[Lauren]

I take a swig of my drink and turn around, leaning back against the bar. My eyes darted around the tavern, taking in the men, looking for any that looked like they'd have their own ship. My glance stopped at the girl along from me at the bar ... a woman in the tavern, that didn't look like a whore. Strange. I raised an eyebrow at her and looked her up and down.

I then suddenly turned around again, facing the bartender again as he walked past.
"He didn't happen to say where he was heading this time, did he?" I asked, hopefully.

"You know the answer to that," The bartender smirked a little. "Jack Sparrow never knows where he's heading himself, you've got no chance of finding him, I'd give up now if I were you ... buy yourself a nice ship of your own," He shrugged.

"Yeah..." I sighed, not really listening to the rest of what he said.

[Daz]

As he steps away to address the other girl again I become distracted with my drink, finishing the bottle in a matter of minutes. Drinking my thoughts away is the lifestyle I've been keeping too these past months.
It's almost a year.
And this unhelpfull, selfish world hasn't helped me in the slightest.
I haven't a soul in the world. It's ironic that the only man I do know, is the very being that landed me up so adrift in this place.

[Lauren]

"... of course a girl your age should really have found yourself a nice husband by now and settled down with a few children ..." the bartender continued to ramble, although I had long since given up listening, but this last part got to me.

I grunted, glancing up at him. "Or maybe that's not my life's biggest ambition," I waved my hand at him, telling him I was done talking - or pretending to listen to be more accurate.

I glanced to the side, to the girl sitting next to me staring at her bottle.
"To men, eh?" I smirked at her a little, holding my mug up in a toast before gulping it back.

[Daz]

I stare up at the girl as she directs her glass in my direction.. "Hm. Aye. Bloody Brutes."
I purse my lips, placing my empty bottle on the bar again, only changing my focus for a few seconds before returning the glance to her.
"Yer after Jack Sparrow?" I give a rough question, trying to seem a little more detatched from the subject than I am.

[Lauren]

A laugh escapes my lips. "Only for the last five years, aye," I smirk. "I guess you could say I'm after Jack Sparrow. What's it to you? Know where he is?" I raise an eyebrow at her, trying not to show how hopeful I was - how desperate I was.

[Daz]

".. Five years?" I raise my brow, she must know him.
"It's nothin' to me." I reply, swiftly, "But I'm on a similar venture. I decided some months ago to find that man. Got some.. issues to sort out." I divert my gaze, studying my nails, "A lot of 'em. I guess you've got the same?"

[Lauren]

"I suppose you could say that," I said cryptically, taking a sip of my drink. I didn't know this woman, I wasn't going to tell her my whole life story. "I want to join his crew ... he's got the best ship in the Caribbean. I want it," I shrugged, as if I'd just told her I wanted another drink, or a new dress.

[Daz]

I smirk and turn back to the bar.. "You want it." I repeat with a smile, as if it were some sort of joke, "And you've never so much as met the man before? That dosn't sound a wise goal, luv."