A Change In The Wind Says I

[Lauren]

Bailey jumped half a mile when she touched him, not expecting it in the dark. "Don't sneak up on me, woman," He smirked at the other crew members.

[Daz]

"Ye should keep yer guard a little better." I tell him, passing him the rum I took with me.

[Lauren]

"We're on a ship in the middle of nowhere, nobodies going to attack us, dear," Bailey told her, playing up the innocent land-dweller role as he swigged the rum she'd bought.

[Daz]

I give him a sarcastic smirk and sip on my own bottle, quiet for a moment before turning to him again, "I think we need a little talk, you and I." I mumble under my breath.

[Lauren]

"I don't really think we do, darling, I'm in the middle of a game here," Bailey told her, having no interest in fighting or saving-Jack-Sparrow talk.

[Daz]

I watch him silently, getting rather annoyed at this, "Oh well, then. I'll just have to sit here and bother you until ye move." I rest my head on his shoulder.

[Lauren]

"That's not a bother," Bailey commented, just ignoring her now. She had to audacity to call him childish.

[Daz]

"Hmm." I sound to myself and stand up slowly again, "Don't stay up too late then, sweetheart." I tell him, bitterly.. and look around once more for inspiration. Without waiting for a reply I walk off in the direction of the stairs and wait for a moment, finding my knife again, before I stare over to one of the sails, trying to work out in the moonlight where the ropes are that attach these things..
I wonder over to it, making sure noone is looking before I start to roughly cut into one of them.

[Lauren]

The sails came sweeping down across the deck. One of the men shouted and they all jumped to their feet to try and catch it and tie it back down. Bailey rolled his eyes and took another long swig of rum instead.

[Daz]

I rush back to the steps and hide my knife, pretending to have been climbing them again to see what all of the fuss was about actually quite scared for my life when it came crashing down.
As they all rush over though I manage to stride back over to Bailey, "Still concerned with ye little game, eh? I'm serious, luv."