A Change In The Wind Says I

[jarofdirt]

Jack shrugged, a grimace pulling at the corner of his lips. "Well, if you want to jump overboard I'm not going to stop you. Unfortunately for you that's the only way off this ship now," he added as the Pearl began to move away from the docks, the gangplank long gone. "The water is shallow at least."

He sighed. "We can drop you off at the next port if you'd like. For now though, why don't you help Quinn? You two women can keep each other company."

[Daz]

I close my eyes and sigh, really regreting this whole idea.. I was trying to help them, afterall.. and now I'm the one in trouble.
I look at him again and frown harder, "I'm not a chef." I tell him, bitterly, "I'm a charter. I read maps, I don't... do these things. I can help you with the map, but nothing else. And for starters I believe we're headed West.. we need to be headed East, if it's that map you intend to follow."

[jarofdirt]

Jack unconsciously leaned back as Cleo replied, a curious glint in his eyes. "Ah, I see. So you're not the domestic type, then."

He held her gaze for a moment longer, as if he were sizing her up, and then reached to his belt, where his compass was tied. He easily undid the fastening without looking and opened the device up to watch closely as the needle spun wildly. As it stopped in a Easterly direction, he glanced up and gave a nod to Cleo. "Very well. You can use my charts to plot a course."

[Daz]

I raise my eyebrows a little, actually quite suprised that he hasn't bitten my head off like most men would. I'm having considerable amounts of luck with the opposite sex, lately.. something's bound to go wrong soon.
But brushing that aside, I simpley nod, "In your cabin, I presume?"

[jarofdirt]

Jack gave a nod as he returned the compass to his belt, his brows quirking. Where else would I keep them, he asks himself. Aloud he replies, "Aye, that's where they are."

[Daz]

I head off in that direction, secretly quite worried about this strange circumstance.. not so much that I'm actually willing to jump overboard, I'm not that great a swimmer, I'll just sit tight until the next port and hope that nothing horrid happens.. though I suppose that there are many people aboard this ship that have the words 'wanted' printed above their portrait somewhere, maybe I should stop with this paranoia of feeling like a fugitive, when I live around hundreds of them. Maybe it's just fear, or maybe guilt, I don't know, I just feel unsafe now, and it makes me extremly uneasy.
As I enter Captain Sparrow's cabin, I glance around. It's full of quite a few interesting things that bring my inquisitive nature straight to mind, I search around a little, before I bother to set out the charts on the wooden desk.
By this point, all thought of Bailey has gone from my head.. I'm very good at that. Wiping people out quite quickly, noone really ever leaves a lasting impression on me, unless, of course, they are someone quite like Jack. There's nothing underlying, it's just that I can't be bothered with knowing people anymore than I have to, to get by.

[jarofdirt]

(LOVE the new banner Daz! )

Jack left Bailey to find his place within the crew, then looked to Quinn. "If you give me just one minute, I can show you to your cabin. I want to make sure that woman keeps her sticky fingers off of my belongings, savvy?" he offered after leaning closer and using a softer voice. He then jutted his chin towards Cleo, who was already moving in the direction of his own cabin. "You can either come with me or have a look around - whichever you choose."

Without waiting for an answer, he followed the map maker, confident Gibbs and the rest of the crew would maneuver the ship safely into open waters. He entered his cabin, standing in the large doorway. "I'd like to see what you're planning," he explained simply, motioning to the charts that were open on his table. "After all, I am the Captain of this ship, an' I like to stay informed on such things."

[Lauren]

Quinn followed quietly. Everyone else on the crew scared her. Jack made her feel safe. Maybe if she knew his reputation better, the opposite would be true.

Bailey made himself useful tying down the sails and any loose ropes. He politely introduced himself to the crew whenever anyone passed his way.

"Bailey," He stuck his hand out to an older man. "First mate on this ship."

Gibbs grunts, "I'm first mate here, lad,"

"Well then you've been demoted. I'm terribly sorry. The Captain hired me under position of First Mate," Bailey explained politely. "I'm sorry you had to find out like this, the Captain should have warned you,"

Gibbs grabbed Bailey by the ear and dragged him across the deck to Jack. "Captain. Correct this whelp. He's convinced he's First Mate," Gibbs explained briefly, knowing Jack to well, Jack would've hired him as a deckhand, or a watchman, he'd never hire somebody he just met in a position as high as First Mate.

[jarofdirt]

Jack turned from Cleo as he heard Gibbs, cocking a brow at the sight of Bailey being pulled over by the older man. "Aye, I hired him in the position of whatever, to fill in as needed. He was First Mate on his other ship - but I don't like him enough to be my second in command." He met Bailey's gaze, a smirk on his face. "Sorry, mate. You'll have to work your way back up."

[Lauren]

Bailey look at Jack with a look of horror on his face. "So I'm the cabin boy??" Alright, so this was going to be hard than he thought. He turned his nose up. But he wasn't one to whinge and whine, so he sucked it up. "As you wish, Captain," He grunted.