A Change In The Wind Says I

[Lisa]

Astoria rolled her eyes as the fight was broken up. She was completely board and was hoping this would amuse her a bit, until some girl and a pirate interrupted. She listened to the exchange for a few moments, before lowering her sword and sitting back at the bar. This really wasn't worth it.

She shrugged. "Everyone wants their time on the Black Pearl, eh?" She mumbled into her rum. "Fer the record, I avoid people like Norrington, I don't go lookin' for 'em." She sipped her rum.

[Daz]

I head back into the centre of Tortuga, and look around a bit.. but not very hard, keeping in mind the money I already have from Bailey in my pocket. I buy a loaf of bread in the end and begin to go home.
It's about 6 o'clock that I leave my little room again, I don't bother to make myself look fancy, I just leave my maps behind this time, locking them safely under my bed, away from any theives.
I head to The Queen's Head, in lookout for Bailey. If I get what I'm after for that map, it'll be worthwhile me not working all afternoon, so he better turn up.

[Lauren]

Bailey was waiting outside the Queens Head, leaning against the wall. He didn't go inside for fear of missing Cleo in the crowd of people. When he saw her approach, he pushed himself off the wall and met her half way. He bent over and took her hand in his, brushing a kiss on her knuckles and a slight playful smirk, "Evening,"

[Daz]

I'm a little taken back by this.. "Oh." I smirk, awkwardly, ".. I must say you are good at this whole.. gentlemanly thing you do.."
Secretly, though, I'm waiting for this facade to drop.. he's obviously arrogant in the first place to be able to keep it up so well.
"I was almost expecting you not to turn up. But by the look on your face I presume things went well with Captain Sparrow?"

[Lauren]

"Sparrow is a jackass, my opinion on the man has not changed, but yes, he 'let' me join his crew," Bailey smirked a little. "Either way I wouldn't have stood you up. How much do I owe you for the map?" He asked, leading her into the tavern.

Meanwhile, Quinn made her way through the town, secretly hoping (though convincing herself otherwise) she'd see that interesting Jack-person again. She was dressed in her nicest dress, even though that was still dusty and full of holes, with a tatty shawl over her shoulders. On her cheek there was an angry looking purple bruise all the way along her cheekbone and a cut on her lip. She'd attempted to cover the bruise by wiping soot on her face. Quinn burst through the door to the Faithful Bride, trying not to look panicked and scared. She got the bar and ordered a drink, fumbling with her money.

[jarofdirt]

Jack had been sitting at a table in the corner of the tavern, the map opened before him. He hunched over the parchment slightly for some time, his knowledgeable eyes following the drawn lines that were faintly visible as they criss-crossed over the areas designated as ocean, in between the thicker lines designated as land. Other areas of the map were completely blank, while still others held depictions of horrible sea creatures and other nasties guaranteed to destroy even the fastest or heavily armed vessel. His brow furrowed slightly as some of the lines stopped in mid-stroke, seemingly leading one to the middle of nowhere. Idly he wondered if this map was simply a wild goose chase - a fake. After all, neither Bailey nor the map-maker - Kelly? Crissy? - had managed to mention just what the map was supposed to lead to, besides a faint headache. With a frustrated sigh, Jack folded the map back up and stuck it in the inside pocket of his coat. He'd have to ask them about it later.

He got up and adjusted his hat, intent on heading to the bar to order a rum to take with him on his way to the docks. It was then he saw Quinn and her curiously sooty face. He approached, noticing her hands were shaking as she withdrew her money, and that she had a split lip. "Is everything alright, love?" he asked softly as he came to stand next to her, his eyes full of concern.

[Lauren]

Quinn jumped a little when Jack spoke, placing a hand on her chest. "Jack! ... Captain Sparrow," She corrected herself. She'd never heard of Jack Sparrow, didn't know the tales, but she remember him specifically referring to himself as 'Captain' when he's introduced himself. "Yes ... yes, I'm fine, thank you for asking," She smiled slightly, her voice not as convincing as she would have liked, passing the barman the coins and taking the mug of rum. She kept her eyes on the drink between her hands. "Have you been in here all day?"

[jarofdirt]

Jack didn't buy it, and Quinn could probably tell by the look in his eyes. Suddenly he got a sick feeling in his stomach, as if the floor had dropped out from below his feet. "Aye, I have, an' I was just leaving now," he replied in response to her question. He was then silent an awkward moment before he met her gaze and spoke the thought that had made him uneasy. "Your father didn't do that to ya because you gave me the bread, did he?" he asked, his voice almost a whisper.

[Lauren]

Quinn bit her lower lip, then winced with regret as pain shot through her lip. "It's his right," She said quietly. "I disobeyed him." She paused, looking up to meet his gaze after a moment. "But I'd do it again," She gave him a slight, embarrassed smile and looked back down to her drink, lifting the mug to her lips and taking a sip.

[jarofdirt]

Jack closed his eyes in pained regret, then shaking his head slightly he opened them once more. He felt horrible. As he spoke his voice was still soft. "Regardless of what rights he thinks he has, I don't think it's right to beat upon a woman for simply bein' nice to a stranger, or any other reason for that matter." He paused, sighing deeply and managing to hold her gaze. "I'm very terribly sorry, Miss Quinn. T'was not my intention to have something such as this come upon ya."

He was then struck by an idea. "Why don't I go to your father and pay him for what I took, and then some, and apologize? Would that get him to leave you alone?"