Fort of Port Royale

[Commodore Patrick Norrington]

The serenity of the night was simply pure coincidence. What could be better than a fort bathed in moonlight and a feel of comfort in the night? The Commodore stretched as he looked across the glistening sea, wondering...waiting...would there be any visitors tonight? Or was the high held reputation of Port Royale a yield to any who came within its path?

RULES
-This little thread is for those who wish to try their hand at attacking Port Royale, or simply visiting the fort....choose well and be warned
-No Godmoding (overly powering control of the situation)
-You don't have to be yourself! Make up a character, or be your own!
-The British rule!!!! I mean....ahem...
-Have fun!

[Evelyn]

It was a risky business going into Norrington's area of expertise. There were soldiers swarming the fort, even now in the pale moonlight. The inky darkness descended over the figures that Evelyn could just barely decipher in the dark. Several seemed to be pacing the fort while two firmly stood gaurding its entrance. This was indeed...risky business and if Eric knew where she was at the moment, he would have been draggin her away right about now.

But he did not, and that was the only way she was able to be on the small mission she was attempting to embark upon. There was no sign of Rhys at the moment, but she expected her former theif of a friend was lurking nearby amidst the shadows.

At current, Evelyn herself was dressed head to toe in rags. Her hair had been pulled back, hood placed over her head, in order to further shadow her face. If anyone recognized her here, it would be a wonderful small, barred cell for her. She shivered at the very thought of the chilly cells. She had been there a few times before and could almost tangibly sense the salty spray of the sea that crashed violently against the rocky shores and in a quiet mist sneakily sauntered into the cells. The pale moon falling in slants across the cold stone floors. The horrible moan of a miserable inmate gone mad in the dead of night.

It was for this reason that Evelyn decided a nice springing of cellmates would be in order. The Commodore, Evelyn remembered, had been a man Evelyn has at one point long, long, ago had almost fallen for. It was the oddest thing really but the man was a real gentleman and had treated her fairly decently in a time of need.

Now, she was simply ready to raise some havoc. It had been far too quiet around here for too long anyway.

So it was she approached the gate, beginning her act by convincingly giving a hacking, horrible cough, and croaking a phrase, "Excuse me lads...would ya mind lettin' a poor sickly woman in? I was hoping to say a sound goodbye to my poor condemned uncle, bloody idiot." hunched over, she walked with a slight limp and reaching them stood. The gaurds were obviously curious to see who she was and she merely turned away slightly and gave another hacking, horrible, sickly cough which she could only hope would steer them away from wanting to look at her. "Erm, madame, we are currently not allowing any visitors at the moment." One of them answered somewhat stiffly, although with a hint of pity in his eyes. They both stood erect with their muskets firmly at their side.

"Please sir, I promise on me great second aunt's name I'll be very timely 'bout it. I just wanted ta go in there to curse the bastard to hell. Bit of a bastard really and I won' be able ta wake these tired bones in the mornin' for a stroll. This might be my last at all come to think of it, the way I'm...HACK! COUGH! HACK!" She was playing it off beautifully and as she moved forward she sensed them both tense as they stared her over.

There was a fear in their eyes she had been hoping for and in the cloak of night she smiled. Finally it was that one of them nodded reluctantly and gave a sigh. "Fine. But I must implore you to hurry. I'll be down to check on you shortly, understand?" he asked in a somewhat slowed toned, as if supposing her ailment was also affecting her hearing in someway.

"Well thank you son, thank you." She croaked once more, before slowly making her way past them and passing through. All she needed to do now of course was wander the grounds a bit, perhaps gather some information on the Fort's layout for future missions, and await Rhys' arrival.

[Charlotte Minnows~Lotty~]

'Charlotte', he had said, 'the night is full of suprises....I can feel it....'

And so could she. Her thoughts on the Commodore Norrington's words rang in her ears as she walked through the mist settling on the ground. She'd been called again to help him tonight, though he'd promised her a break for the evening. Nonetheless, Lotty was one who loved her duty and would've turned in a night before a fireplace for a walk around the battlements.

Yawning softly, the officer stretched her arms and looked about, watching shadows and figures move along the grounds of the fort. All were on duty, yes....but wait....what was this? A vagabound on the premises? Tonight was already a tense one, and now an unexpected visitor?

Straightening herself, the officer walked over towards the raggedy attired woman, or man for all she knew, and cleared her throat.

"Excuse me, sir-or miss- unauthorized visits in the fort are not permitted any night. This one is not an exception. It would seem odd to ask if you were here on official business....so, a reason to escort you somewhere, please, or it'll be the exits I'll be accompanying you to."

Short, yes, and rather right to the point, but so was the ways of the officer. She could be sweet and kind, yes, but then she felt her air of authority would be taken from her. Only the Commodore and one or two of the men on duty held her in her rightful place. The others called her a mockery to women and to men that served beneath the crown. Women, at the time, were never really allowed to serve as an officer's position. But then, Norrington had made her an exception.

She let her thoughts flitter away as she awaited the person's answer. There would be some form of one, or this visitor would be out.

[Emma Hawkins/Rick MacKinnon]

The night was,in Emma's humble opinion,far too calm.She listened to the noises of the surf crashing against the beach,watched the way the clouds rolled lazily over a black velvet sky,and sighed.

This port was in definate need of some excitement.

And who better than Emma Hawkins to give them that?

The young woman walked through the abandoned streets,finding the entrance to the fortress which was the least heavily guarded.Two men were stationed outside the service entrance, leaning against the wall and barely awake.Perfect...

Emma swaggered over,not noticed by the men until she was a few meters away.

"Hey!What are you doing here?You don't have authorization to-"

The first man fell quickly,caught off guard by a pommel strike to the base of the skull.He slumped unconcious against the wall.His companion growled.

"You little wench!Who do you think you are?"He drew his sword on the young woman,leveling it against hers.She smiled,bowing with a slight flourish.

"Emma Hawkins.A pleasure,I'm sure."

The guard sneered,lunging at Emma.She parried,moving into his guard and grabbing his wrist.Before he could call for help,she dropped her blade and covered his mouth with her hand.The man tried to pull away,but she twisted his arm until he dropped the blade,then released his wrist,catching the sword and knocking him out as well.

"Sweet dreams," she murmured,sheathing her own blade as she snuck into the kitchens.

[Rhys Tolen]

Rhys was hidden away in the shadows outside of the fort. She watched with a small grin as Eve attempted to get into the fort. She was amazed at how well the woman did. She was in without much trouble! The theif couldn't help but stare with her jaw dropped. Perhaps she just did things the hard way and never thought to question if they would work in a more simplistic way.

She almost laughed, however, when Eve was escorted back out of the Fort not too long after. With a small grin, Rhys reached out and threw her hand over the woman's mouth pulling her back into the shadows. "Don't worry, it's me," she whispered into her crew mate's ear. She let her hands fall and the smile rise on her face.

"Tis time to get into this place," she whispred. She pulled out a grabbling claw and rope. "Hope you can climb! We'll be scaling the walls!" She twirled the rope around her fingers with a small grin. "All we have to do is find a clear place to through these and climb up. Getting in is the hard part."

"Once we're in we just stay out of sight and we'll be perfectly fine," she grinned. "You're with a theif, I've done this before!"

[Elizabeth Swann/Turner]

The temptations of the cool, clear night had brought Elizabeth out of doors for the evening. She had thought of retiring after dinner, but something about tonight wouldn’t let her sleep it away. She’d thought perhaps a little evening walk, or perhaps a stroll to visit the beaches would do. Perhaps…

But somehow, Elizabeth managed to wind up at the entrance of Port Royale’s prestigious fort. Telling herself a visit wouldn’t hurt, she approached the gates and noted the two sleeping officers who were supposed to be guarding.

“Good evening gentlemen….what’s this, asleep on duty? Come now, gentlemen, wake up…hello?”

And then Elizabeth realized just how they were laying, which made no sense at all if they were sleeping. A thought struck her….someone had left the two unconscious! She had to get to Mr. Perry, or perhaps the Commodore to report this-….the commodore…a tough man to speak with sometimes. No matter, the past had to remain the past tonight. Right now, Port Royale’s fort was being tampered with…

Running past them, the lady quickly managed to reach Mr. Perry’s usual location, but she wasn’t sure he was there…either she’d get a response from him, or she’d be off to find the Commodore.

“Mr. Perry? It’s Elizabeth! Mr. Perry, something’s happened at the entrance!…Gentlemen, have you seen Mr. Perry or the Commodore? It’s terribly urgent!”

She spoke to two men who came out to greet her when they heard her worried calls. They looked at one another, then dashed off with the words “We’ll find him right away miss!”

[Commodore Patrick Norrington]

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The Commodore took in a sharp breath which caused him to slightly jump. Hair tied back in his usual neat ponytail, at the moment was slightly in a disarray as his face remained buried within his silk, feathered, pillow. He gave a groan and looked towards the door. "I shall deal with it in the morning!" He barked, lifting his head just enough to allow the full strength of his voice to echoe throughout the room.

Plopping his face back down into his pillow her closed his eyes once more. "But, but...sir, there's been a situation." Perry said, voice slightly stammering. "A situation that can be dealt with in the morning, now please go away." He moaned, rolling his brown eyes as he prepared to allow himself to slumber off once more.

"Yes but...sir...it concerns Ms. Swann...or rather, Mrs. Turner."

The Commodore's eyes burst open in a flash. He sat up with a bolt and shoved the covers and sheets from his bare chest. "I'll be out in a moment Perry." He called, quickly scanning the room for his shirt, slipping it on, and quickly gathering his handsome blue coat. He thought briefly about the name Perry had given, Ms. Swann caused his heart to leap but the moment he changed his mind, the Commodore also found his heart became slightly weighted.

Staring at his coat, the gold trim gleamed in the soft slants of moonlight that dared penetrate the Commodore's room at the moment and while in other occasions he would smile satisfactorily at this small fact, at the moment he struggled to place his thick soled, black, polished boots on before making towards the door. His feet sounded with thudding clicks. Only murmurs were heard from the Commodore's lips as he worriedly checked himself twice in his mirror.

Opening the doors in a flash, he stood erect and looking Perry over. "What's wrong?" he asked raising his brows. "I'm not sure, but she seems a bit...well...distressed. She asked me to come and find you."

At that point the Commodore had heard enough. "Where is she?" He asked as he began walking towards the balcony, staring down into the courtyard. "Oh..well...over there in fact." Perry stated, pointing down near the entrance of the Courtyard.

With haste, the Commodore quickened his gait and hurried without completely running towards her. Hands tucked neatly behind him he reached her with a concerned look. "Eliza....erm...pardon me, Mrs. Turner, what brings you here at this hour? I hope all is well?" He asked reaching her and noting once again how he towered over her petite figure.

[Elizabeth Swann/Turner]

Elizabeth had been pacing when first Perry left her to find the Commodore. She finally kept still when he hadn’t returned for a few minutes, her eyes searching out shadows in the darkness. She was worried; in fact, she was very worried. Either some sort of sport had been gained from the guards at the entrance, or someone had intruded purposely. Perhaps there were more than one? She furrowed her bros and tightened her clasped hands.

Footsteps caught her attention, and as she turned, her eyes beheld the Commodore. He really was a charming man, and she had always felt guilt when she saw or spoke of him. She drew her eyes away for a second while he spoke, telling herself to push away those thoughts and remain on the subject at hand.

“Elizabeth’s just fine….well, that is…I mean..”

She paused in her words, smiled slightly, and began again.

“Good evening Commodore Norrington. I apologize for waking you at such a late hour, but something’s gone amiss. I’m afraid there’s been an intrusion in the fort! I was at the entrance when I noticed two of your men laying unconscious, and I simply had no idea what to do. Should I have stayed at the entrance? Or perhaps tried to fully wake them before finding you? Could I have jeapordized the safety of our settlement?”

She was really speaking to herself now. Worry was clearly present by the sound of her voice and the look in her eyes. She furrowed her brows and looked up at the Commodore in hopes her message had gotten across clearly.

[Commodore Patrick Norrington]

The Commodore looked her over with calm, serene, eyes. As she spoke his furrowed his own dark brows and looked towards the gate. "No need for an apology Mrs. Turner," he began, noting that he would never allow himself to become lax in his respect for her and simply call her by her first name. That name, in his opinion, would be left for her father and husband to call, no one else.

"You were right in alerting me." He stated with a firm nod and looking towards Perry. "Mr. Perry, assess the situation, now." He said. He nodded his head towards the entrance and with a simple compliant nod the man made off towards the gate with two ready soldiers in tow.

Looking back towards Elizabeth as she continued to ramble slightly. He gave a charming smirk as he turned his face back to her. "You would never jeopardize the safety of the settlement, Mrs. Turner. Thank you for bringing this to my attention. However...this does beg the question once more, what are you doing out so late in the evening...and..." his eyes peered around the grounds meticulously as if attempting to find where Will was hiding. Surely if he had any idea she was gone, he would be out running after her. He knew he would have if he had been in his place.

Shaking his head slightly at these thoughts, he turned back to Elizabeth, continuing to smile and awaiting her response.

[Elizabeth Swann/Turner]

Elizabeth watched Mr. Perry head towards the gate, and she sighed with slight relief. Perry was a good man, yes, a bit inquisitive and bold in his statements, but then he had to be in his career. After all, that wasn’t a bad thing, just a way of defining his character.

The question that Norringotn brought up, however, brought her back to her senses. She caught him looking around for something, or someone, as she guessed whom he could be looking for. Her smile resumed its place upon her lips, and she dropped her gaze to the floor.

“Well…I thought perhaps an evening stroll would be nice. I couldn’t sleep, really. And somehow, I managed to find myself at the entrance of the fort. Coincidence, perhaps? I should be going, really…Will will be worried sick if he wakes to find me gone.”

The guilt she thought of before began weighing down her heart, but she did return her gaze back up on him. Elizabeth continued smiling, hoping the Commodore would not mind her last words terribly much….she had to be honest with him, not hide what they both knew, and what one disliked…

[Victoria Brighton]

Captain Col Multy grinned wickedly. So their jobs were made easier for them…good. The pirate captain had his hopes on springing a fellow pirate from the cells of the despicable fort of Port Royale for a week now. This was the night he’d be doing it. Fortunately for him, the guards were already clean unconscious.

“Largs mate, signal the ship that we’re in. Think we’ll be ‘avin’ ourselves a bi’ o’ fun tonight…”

The man ran off and the captain entered with a few of his men behind him, each with their own gritty smiles. They snuck behind corners and shadows, making sure to slit the throats of any guards they passed. They were a quick bunch, and managed to make it quite far into the fort grounds. They weren’t as good as the navy, however, and Norrington’s skill could be seen when they all heard a call go out above the fort grounds. A warning of intruders, it was. They were known…They hid before beneath the battlements.

“O'Leary, ge’ up there and give the signal fer openin’ fire…it’s time we get Mulrooney outta ‘ere, and leave be’ind our own li’l legacy…”

And with that, the captain motioned for his men to spread out. He himself snuck with Moretag, his second mate, down to the prison cells. Finsihing off of two of the guards, they laughed evilly.

“Oh O’Leary?”

[Evelyn]

Evelyn muttered curses beneath her breath as she was led out by the officer. She scowled at the moment as she headed back into the Fortress and then and there swore she'd see her again. Evelyn still needed to get in however, and at the moment, wasn't sure how she'd succeed.

"Bloody naval officers...think they can just.." her voice was stifled then as a hand closed over her. In but a minute moment Evelyn had reached for her blade but noting it was Rhys calmed substantially. Looking her over curiously, she noted what she had in her hands and she blinked. "Erm...climb?" she asked with slight, rare, distress in her tone. "Erm...I don' bloody climb Rhys..." she began, stepping away from her slightly.

As she stepped back however, her thick soled coffee colored boot cracked a twig and she froze. Turning towards the fort, she noted it had alerted two gaurds behind her. "Blooy 'ell." She murmured and rushed towards the walls.

Before any other thought could change her mind otherwise, Evelyn began scaling the walls. "Gah, I hate bloody climbin', feel like a bloody idiot." She hissed at Rhys as she followed her upwards. Evelyn could only hope they hadn't alerted those within yet or else this would be a great deal more difficult to do. Evelyn herself had known the Commodore to be a rather ruthless pirate hunter and was not too eager in finding her way in front of him anytime soon. Voices were heard however as they neared the top of the walls and her heart raced.

Then, as she neared it, her ears pricked.

There were voices audible within the otherwise serene evening.

Scrambling over the walls she noted the Commodore standing proudly, and quite handsomely, in the courtyard, speaking with Elizabeth. What was she doing here?

[Emma Hawkins/Rick MacKinnon]

Emma was halfway into the fortress when she felt a cold prickle on the back of her neck.Something was dreadfully wrong here...Not your average,everyday,bouncer-just-recognized-me-from-the-wanted-poster sort of wrong,either.

She had slipped in through the kitchens,careful not to make any noise.She hadn't encountered any more guards,but that was probably normal...

It began to see decidedly less normal when she didn't see anyone prowling the halls.She could have felt comfortable with that if it were some rich man's house,or a pirate hideout...but this was the Navy.They didn't leave their holdings so poorly guarded.

Then she spotted something huddled in a corner.Something in a red uniform...Still moving quietly,the young woman turned the soldier over onto his back.She paled.His throat was cut.

Her saber found its way from its sheath to her hand in a matter of moments.It seemed she was not alone here,and the people of Port Royal had something far worse than her little teases to deal with if whoever did this wasn't dealt with...

[Rhys Tolen]

Rhys slipped over the top of the fort easily as Eve landed hard on her feet. She grinned and suppressed a snicker at her friend’s lack of stealth. The woman would clearly never make it in a thief’s world, but not many would. Suddenly, the blue eyed woman froze. Commodore Norrington was clearly outlined in the moonlight and.. he was talking to Elizabeth? What was wrong with this picture? Rhys shook her head and laid her hand on Eve’s arm lightly. They needed to go and go quietly if they weren’t to get caught. When Eve turned she motioned for silence with a quick finger to her mouth and then nodded towards the right. They would head that way and then down.

This would be a difficult mission; guards were one thing to avoid. A Commodore was a completely different ball game, but she was not one of the Ry Siblings for nothing. Years of training had taught her the easiest ways to avoid getting caught. With a grin, she moved into the shadows and motioned Eve to follow her. The woman may not be able to walk as easily in the dark, but if she kept a hand on Rhys she wouldn’t get lost and hopefully wouldn’t step on any twigs again.

Once the pair was in the shadows, she turned and whispered to her friend, “We have to be as quiet as possible. I’m going to have to take us past Norrington, Eve. From what I have gathered from Will and Elizabeth’s tales the cells are over there.” She pointed behind Norrington with a small sigh. This would be a difficult mission, there was no getting around it.

It was with a small grin, that Rhys set Eve’s hand on her shoulder and started down her shadowy path. Down the walk way towards the stairs, down the stairs and into new shadows. They had to stay silent and they had to stay out of sight, the only thing that could give them away now was the moon.

[Evelyn]

Evelyn stared down at the two as they spoke. What was Elizabeth doing here at this hour? While it didn't concern Evelyn really, she still though Will was a decent person and she could only guess at what she was doing here under the cover of darkness. She gave a mutter of sorts, but quiet enough not to merit the attention of any nearby. It was true Evelyn was never too light on her feet, but a pirate never had to be. Eve had done her fair share of thievery when she was younger of course, but since then her tactics at pillaging have been a bit more...unconventional.

She ran a fine hand through her curls before Rhys beckoned her forth. Moving forward Evelyn remained low. The task wasn't too difficult as Evelyn wasn't too much of a tall person to start off with anyway. Her eyes passed over the shadows and she made certain to take care of where she stepped, however the inky shadows were making this difficult.

The Commodore's voice was heard clearly now and Evelyn nearly held her breath as they continued their move forward.

As they moved however, there was another shadow that scrambled. Evelyn froze, pulling back on Rhys' shoulder. "Rhys mate, there's someone up ahead!" Evelyn hissed, drawing herself close to her ear. There was a rustling, a pause, and then...

The man lunged forth, pinning Rhys down and in the process causing Evelyn to become sandwiched between her and the ground. "Get him off Rhys!" She shouted, struggling to find breath. She was losing air fast and she clawed frantically above her towards the man now attempting to strangle them both.

Miraculously finding her blade, Evelyn extracted it and swung upwards, scaring the man from off of them both and rolling over. She coughed and blinked as she noted she was no longer immersed in shadows but lunged back into the fray, hoping to silence the threat that had bounded at them out of seemingly nowhere.