Of Revenges and Rescues- An RPG for ALL!!

[Commodore Patrick Norrington]

It is a cold season upon the Caribbean, as cold as it could possibly get that is, and the Commodore is out in full force. His pirate hunting ways have become quite notorious and many a ship have traveled many miles to stay away from the Commodore's constant, diligent, watch. Port Royale has become the safest Port in all of the Caribbean and the Commodore prides himself on this.

That is...until he goes after the wrong Crew.

Having embarked on a small voyage to sink the St. Clair, the Commodore manages to capture a few survivors from the notoriously crime painted crew. Taking this crew back to Port Royale, the Commodore sets their fates at hanging, but when one of Jack's crew members hears of the situation the plot thickens for within the crew lies a trusted friend and for him, she is willing to do anything to repay the kindness he had bestowed upon her years before.

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A canon cracks through the frigid dawn. The defeaning crunch and splintering of wood splits the eerie silence of the bleak morning, a direct hit. The Commodore had seen the ship from a mile or two off the coast of Port Royale and having heard of this particular ship's reputation, did not hesitate to engage in a quest to bring the enemy down below the surface.

The disturbance soon prompted a retaliation, one they had prepared for, but had taken a hit nonetheless. The ship they were up against, the St. Clair was a notorious pirate ship that went by a name that seemed somewhat decent in order to disguise its purposes but the Commodore could tell very well the slight indications a ship may display that quite simply branded it a pirate ship in his eyes. Having spent many months as Commodore of the Port, and ever since Elizabeth had left, he had devoted himself almost completely to the task of hunting pirates and the like. Today was no different.

"Load cannons, I want a full starboard side attack, we hold position until the ship has sunk. They appear to have not the armoury, nor the power to completely combat us." The Commodora explained almost mechanically, with his Second in command, Captain Jonathon Perry in toe. "Yes but what if they attempt to board, sir?" He queried, as he lifted a dark brow.

The Commodore paused, folded his hands behind his back neatly, turned on his heel, and gave a smirk, "Well then we'll just have to be ready to fight, won't we mister Perry?" he said calmly and with an air of utter confidence. "You have fought pirates man to man before, haven't you?" He asked furrowing his brows slightly. Perry opened his mouth to speak, stuttered, slightly, and then shifted his eyes away slightly. "Erm, no sir. Not hand to hand..." he remarked. "Ah, well then here's your chance." The Commodore continued, his smirk remaining smartly plastered upon his face.

"Not to worry..." the Commodore continued crisply, turning on his heel once again and beginning to walk along the line of cannons upon the ships deck. A blast sounded rocking the Dauntless, but that was simply due to the rippling waters the opposing cannon had smashed into beside them. "...these...pirates as some would call them are nothing but a ragged bunch of gathered brigands and rogues. Hardly a threat." He commented casually.

There were three consecutive booms then as the cannons upon the Dauntless were each blasted to perfecting, illuminating the bleak, foggy, dawn.

"Not all pirates are this way, though sir, if I'm correct. Haven't you been chasing that Jack Sparrow for a year now?" Perry proposed, quickly regretting mentioning the name as the Commodore paused. "Jack Sparrow..." The Commodore began, wriggling his nose as if taking a whiff of something suddenly tangibly displeasing.

"Is nothing more than a rogue who's simply evaded my grasp due to the simple fact that I have yet to launch a full attack on him. Him and his...CREW..." he emphasized the word then, with a distasteful undertone. "Are probably off somewhere doing God knows what. As long as they stay away from British ports, he is not a priority." He concluded, giving a stern nod.

With that he continued on down the ship, moving to the last cannon, and placing a hand on the hilt of his sword. The pirates were preparing their assualt now, he could see them in the shadows, gathering along the gunwalls, and he smirked once more. He lived for this sort of thing, the high seas, defending the British crown, and gaining reknown for it.

For a Naval Officer, there was nothing better...

[Victoria Brighton]

The calm waves splashed themselves up against the Black Pearl as its powerful shadow began nearing Tortuga's port. Its rocking had ever been a familiar lullaby to those aboard, but as the sunshine flittered through the sails to wake the sleeping crew, so flittered the eyelashes of one pirate lass aboard.

Of course, sleeping was never a frequent indulgance for the cautious woman, but she was of course with Captain Jack Sparrow and the crew, and after their most recent adventure, she felt she needed a little break. Finally finding the captain and dealing with the slight discomfort of Mark's assassin identity was hardly a restworthy time.

Slowly sitting up, Victoria, or Tobbs as almost all called her, sighed sleepily and slipped her feet onto the cold, wooden planked floor. She glanced around, peering at the sunshine that swept into the room like an unwanted guest excited for the dawn. She, in no time, managed to dress and equip all her effects with ease, letting the morning fill her head with thoughts and faces. So much had gone on in such a short time...but nothing could erase the past.

Nevertheless, Tortuga was near, and they needed to prepare to dock! With a little yawn and a glance back at the captain as he slept, she smiled somewhat softly before deciding to let him sleep a bit before she'd wake him. Letting a moment pass as she gazed at him, Tobbs finally opened the door to the quarters and stepped outside into the light.

As the rays of the sun danced upon her golden hair, she eyed the quickly approaching town of Tortuga. Bodies were stirring now, and soon they'd be in port for a little visit to the everfamous pirate haven. Tobbs leaned against the side of the ship, wondering what the horizon would bring, and what adventures would now ensue once more.*

[Elizabeth Swann/Turner]

*A little morning breeze swept through the open window, bringing with it the scent of the ocean. Elizabeth stirred from her sleep, adjusting her eyes to the brightness of the room and turning onto her side. *

*She faced her husband now, Will, and with the gentlest touch, she rested her fingertips upon his cheek. Thinking perhaps he should sleep in a bit more, she sighed, let a kiss fall upon his lips that was subtle enough not to wake him, and sat up.*

*Stretching and glancing at the window, Elizabeth stood and began to dress. Her chosen garment was a deep sea blue with silver trimming with, yes, a corset. As much as she hated them, she'd grown oddly fond of them.*

*After Mattie helped her with her hair, she left the room, heading down the hallway to James's room. He, of course, was standing up with a large grin on his face, jumping up and down with a playful command to be let out and into her arms. Shaking her head and laughing, the lady tickled him and kissed his forehead. She picked him up, and the two went down to enjoy some breakfast.*

[Governor Weatherby Swann]

The carriage door opened as the shiny golden trimming glared at the servants and jested at the maids. The prestigious Governor was hear to visit his daughter and her family. Unfortunate it had not been the Commodore, but a Blacksmith, Swann would never stop sighing over such a fact. Perhaps it was his fault? He knew not.

Whatever the circumstances, he dismissed them. This morning would simply be enjoyable, and he'd make it a point to see such a thing. He nodded at the carriage driver and stepped out, smiling and making his way straight up to the door of the Turner Residence. As it was opened with ease, he bowed just slightly enough to show his greetings to the one who met him.

"Well, good morning to you my lad! I've come to call upon my daughter. Is she in?"

'Good morning, sir. She is, in fact she has just begun breakfasting in the dining hall with li-'

"Good good. Then lead the way, chap."

Stepping inside abuptly, he looked around at the conditions of the house and the organization of the staff as they made their way inside. Of course, he wasn't beign rude-after all, is checking on your loved ones a crime? Certainly not.

As he was led inside the dining hall, he nodded the door servant off and, with a raher large smile, gestured towards his daughter and grandson.

"Elizabeth! James! Good morning to you both!"

[Evelyn]

The sun barely peeked above the rim of the world when Evelyn opened her eyes. She had spent most of the night up here, comfortably chomping away at an apple, in the crow's nest. She hadn't slept much last night, but that was nothing new. Besides, Evelyn had always loved being in the somewhat chilly, Caribbean, air, bathed under a wondrous glow, and to be the first to witness the sun's crown softly melting into the horizon. Today the morning had been undeniably beautiful. However, Evelyn had come to slightly dread the mornings, for whenever Eric found she had left his side in the night, he began his small list of questions Evelyn had almost memorized.

At the moment, she wagered he was perhaps still asleep. He tended to be the slower to wake every morning, but in reality, Evelyn wagered most anyone else would be a later to rise when compared to her almost constant night owl state.

At the moment however, she allowed this thought to seemlessly pass out of mind when she heard dull bootfalls upon the decks of the Pearl. Tossing the core down below with a slightly playful smirk, Evelyn peeked over the edge of the crudely sanded crow's nest, and her honey eyes recognized the pirate immediately.

Who else on the ship had hair that glittered in the sun's rays? Tobbs was one to dress well, despite the conditions, Evelyn, was not. Today she was however, wearing something decent. A pair of loose brown trousers, and a slightly shredded, and frayed crimson sash hugged her hips. She wore a loose crimson shirt with a black corset on top, dirty, worn, soil brown boots, and a collection of bracelets, silver rings, and two necklaces jangled with every sharp movement she made.

"Oi Tobbs! Mornin' mate!" Evelyn called reserving nothing and practically shouting into the crisp morning air. "Good mornin' for dockin' wouldn' ya say?" She asked, lifting a curved brow, as she scrambled over the crow's nest in order to scale down towards the decks.

Expertly scaling down the rope ladders towards the decks, she scurried towards her crewmate and smiled. "I hear there's been a new tavern opened on Tortuga. Claims to have some of the best bloody rum in the Caribbean." She somewhat muttered, leaning against the gunwalls as well, and spitting into the still dark calm seas below them.

This face of the ocean was rarely seen so near the islands of the Caribbean. In fact, deep blue, royal, moon kissed, waves weren't truly visible unless you were several miles well away from the shores of the islands. If not, it was calm jewel colored waters as they neared the beaches.

Evelyn had always more appreciated the waves at night. Their silvery crests rising and falling in the deep waters.

[Victoria Brighton]

Hearing the familiar voice and recognizing it immediately, Tobbs turned to see Evelyn scaling down the rope ladders and making her way towards her. She smiled and crossed her arms over her chest, glancing up at the sky at the mention of a good morning for docking.

"Ay, 'tis indeed, or so it seems! An' a good morning to you as well!"

She listened to the report of the rumor of a new tavern, raising a brow at her last words and shaking her head with a little laugh.

"Funny 'ow they always seem to 'ave the best rum in the 'ole Caribbean almost EVERYWHERE we go...we'll 'ave to try this place out, you and me. See if they're really makin' sense, or if we'll 'ave ta get them ta change their signs around!"

Smirking a bit as her eyes fell towards the nearing town, Tobbs wondered just what they'd find in Tortuga. There always seemed to be a suprise or two lurking around the corner, and suprises weren't always, or usually for that matter, pleasant. Nonetheless, the ship still seemed sleepy, and there were only a few moving about the decks. Lookng back over to Evy, she stretched a bit.

"Now then, where's Eric gone off to? 'e's not abandoned ship on us in that storm, 'as 'e? I thought Jack could 'ave, but I saw 'im this morning and 'e seemed as there as 'e could possibly be....that man..."

Another small laugh accompanied a shake of her head as she thought of Eric and Jack both. Eric was a good man, and she was glad Evelyn and Eric had found eachother. They seemed rather like the perfect pair, which could be thought odd when they got into bad terms...nevertheless, she still held them high on her relationship scale.

[Commodore Patrick Norrington]

There was a deadly silence restored upon the still waters of the early morning hours. Amongst the fog the black, thick, tufts of smoke billowed out against the navy skies. Victory had indeed come to the Commodore and he smiled smugly as the last of his men abandoned the St. Clair escorting several prisoners to add to the Commodore's small collection of rogues. "Well done everyone." He spoke loudly to all the soldiers present upon the decks of the ship. He stood upon the bridge of the ship overlooking the disheveled men below. The Commodore himself had engaged in a bit of the action as well, but had come out of the skirmish rather unscathed, except, that is for a cut across his right cheek.

"Make certain those that surrender are taken aboard, prisoners will be escorted back to Port Royale..." The Commodore continued, his official tone resounding throughout the quiet air. Nothing by the crackling and festering of flames that licked in red violent ribbons in the sky dared disturb his speech. His Second, Perry, stood firmly slightly behind him. The Commodore turned his head slightly in order to toss a few words his way in a lower, almost inaudible tone. "These prisoners may be nothing but good for nothing pirates, but I'll see to it they reach their fates." He said calmly and without remorse.

His face was etched of stone in these sorts of matters. However, he could not help but feel somewhat sympathetic at times to the few pirates that begged for their lives. They oddly reminded him of Will Turner, the man who eventually won Elizabeth over, and the simple fact that she was connected to such a man, softened him some.

Lifting his brows, the Commodore suddenly noted the line of pirates that had been half dragged aboard. Most were calling, spitting, and cursing the very boots the Commodore walked in. He stepped down towards the decks, and looked each of the men over carefully.

"Curse you! You and you're whole bloody crew of sea rats! Bloody Navy!" One of them spat, spitting in the Commodore's direction but far too stupid to effectively land anything on him. The Commodore smirked smartly and simply allowed his eyes to pass them over as if mechanically storing their images in his mind forever. He looked upon them with digust, he wrinkled his nose with disapproval, and looked away. "Take them below decks. I want Phyllis and Gherig at watch for the first turn, Calloway and Helmsley for the second. I will not risk the escape of any of them." He stated crisply, standing erect with his eyes staring towards their mast, examining the damage that had befallen it in battle.

Nothing substantial enough to take the ship out completely. The Commodore had considered this a walk in the park really. The battle had lasted a bit into the morning and ended with one last blast of their cannon. The Captain had been disposed of, the Commodore had made sure of that. Now to simply get this crew back to Port Royale.

"Sir, what of the loot we found upon board?" Perry queried before the Commodore had a chance to head to his quarters to clean up. "Loot?" he asked, lifting a curious brow, and turning his head slightly. "Yes, sir. We found a few valuable gold pieces in the Captain's quarters, as well as a collection of silks." The Commodore breathed in deeply. His dark eyes swept across the decks before answering. "Gather it and store it all in a chest below decks. I want no one to touch it until we've reached shore. I'll decided what to do the bounty there." He stated, his hands clasped firmly behind his back.

"Right sir." Perry answered. "And I shall be placing you in charge of keeping stock of the amount of booty gathered, Perry." He commented, almost threateningly. Perry paused for a moment, but understood. Choas could very well insue if the bounty weren't taken care of, even upon a well oiled machine such as the Dauntless they sailed upon.

"I shall be in my quarters for now, should anyone need me feel free to call upon me, but I wish not to be disturbed if possible." He said rather stoically, before marching towards his quarters.

Opening the door to his area of the ship, he closed it behind him, and sighed heavily. "Another day, another ship put to the bottom." He said softly, closing his eyes for a few moments before opening them once more. The Commodore had been rather tired of all his diligent work. It had taken much out of him really, and his spirit needed a bit of renewing really.

Ever since Elizabeth had left it had broken his heart really. He had had his heart set on pursuing her for so long, and now, with each passing morn and with the soft setting of another pale sun, the Commodore could not help but feel slightly lonesome at times. The dull clunk of his fine, leather boots resounded throughout the room and seemed to echo teasingly that he had no one else within these quarters with whom he could truly converse all that he wished with.

"Pull yourself together, you've work to do." He repeated to himself, his eyes wearily looking towards the large, handsome, oak desk that sat awaiting official business. Business the Commodore was a bit tired of doing at the moment...

[Elizabeth Swann/Turner]

Elizabeth had set little James upon her lap, grooming his hair with her fingers as she smiled down at her son. Life seemed simply blissful with her family, and the adventures they’d find themselves on were certainly times to be thankful for such a thing.

The lady then began recounting her first real encounter with Jack Sparrow, and how things seemed to lay out almost perfectly. Crossing the sea with Norrington was all-....Norrington...

She wished one day she could visit him without feeling the slight awkwardness there was between the two of them. He was what any woman should dream of, yes...or so she had thought, but it seemed her heart wasn't like the others, for she fell for Will, and loved Will, and such love could never go undone. However, perhaps she COULD have a talk with the Commodore today, see how things were doing?

Her thoughts were broken up by one of the maids clearing her throat and whispering a slight “mistress” before she could calculate that her father had uninvitingly come to join them.

He practically knocked down the poor fellow who led him in, and with a small sympathetic smile to the doorman, she picked up James and stood to greet her father.

“How nice of the governor himself to show his presence at my breakfast table! Good morning father. I'm suprised you aren't with the Commodore.”

A hint of displeasure coated her words, but she smiled the brightest as she spoke to him.

“Will you be joining us for some breakfast? Will is resting in for now, so it’ll be the three of us for a few moments before he wakes up. We’d....love to have you, of course. And Margaret always makes more than necessary!”

[Rhys Tolen]

Rhys yawned sleepily, and moved slightly to adjust her back a bit better. Feeling the air underneath her she let out a small squeak before she wobbled and started to fall. With a quick flailing of her arms she managed to grab on to the rope closest to her. "Help!" she sqeaked out as she struggled to stop her fast decent towards the deck. It was probably not the best idea to sleep in the rigging, but that was Rhys for you. For some reason she found it easier to sleep in dangerous and odd places than a bed.

"Tobbsie? Eve? Jack? Eric? Someone?" she called out after she managed to stop the decent. The only problem was... she was hanging by a rope by one hand. There was no way to get up or down. "A little help here please...."

[Victoria Brighton]

Tobbs was in mid thought when she heard a small squeakish sound. She furrowed her brows, giving Evelyn a “What the-?” look and glancing up. It came from the rigging, she could tell, and it took little time to spot Rhys hanging from one of the ropes, barely managing not to fall. She was close to the deck and not too high up, so the pirate lass strolled up to the dangling woman with a little smirk on her face.

“SOOOO, Rhys, having a good morning? It’s a beautiful day, is it not? I mean, you seem to be enjoying a good stretchin’ yerself! I’d leave ya to yer business, but it seems you’d like some ‘elp, yes? Well then, I’ll just ‘ave to make this quick!”

And quick it was. In no time, Tobbs had whipped out the dagger in her boot and was swinging on a rope towards Rhys’s location.

“YA READY RHYS?!”

Not waiting for answer, she’d sliced thre rope in half just as she shouted the friend’s name. She’d spun around by pushing off the mast, swooping down, and catching her friend just before she landed on the planks of the deck. Dropping to the ground when they’d swung low enough, she set Rhys down and beamed as if she'd just pretended to save her from falling to her death.

“Now see, that was fun! And it would wake any right minded person up! Now then, ye be wantin’ some breakfast Rhys? Evy?”

[Emma Hawkins/Rick MacKinnon]

Emma yawned slightly as she made her way onto deck.The sunrise,while to others it might seem poetically beautiful,was to her on this morning nothing but an aggravator of the pain throbbing in her head.Luckily,she hadn't had quite so much to drink as usual,and her headache had nearly subsided.A quick swig of rum helped dull what was left of it,and she looked around.

Her waist-length,auburn hair was held back as usual with a black,moon-and-stars bandanna.Faded black boots clunked against the boards of the floor as she approached her friend,and a green sash fluttered in the breeze.She had a small silver hoop through one ear,and the other held a fountain of gold and jade.Small beads of wood and glass and gold were braided into a strand of her hair.Her shirt,which had long since lost the right to be called "white",and navy blue pants were both somewhat tattered,and sporting signs of numerous repairs.

"Good mornin',Tobbs...Evy..."An eyebrow quirked slightly as Rhys tumbled to the ground,cut free by Tobbs."...Rhys...sleep well up there,lass?It doesn't seem like it'd be very comfortable...or safe...but whate'er makes ye happy..."

Emma leaned against the mast,her bluegreen eyes turning towards the port."We'll be dockin' soon,then?"she said,more a statement than a question.

[Victoria Brighton]

Tobbs smiled when she heard Emma's voice behind her. She turned and her smile grew as she spoke of Rhys's habits when sleeping in the rigging. Nodding her head knowingingly as if agreeing with Emma, she spoke solemnly.

"Aye mate, I try and tell the woman she should be careful when getting caught up in those ropes...'o knows, one day ya might fall to yer death, isn't that right Rhys mate?"

She was teasing of course, making sure to incorporate Rhys's almost falling smack into the deck with her little example.

"And a good morning to ya as well, Emma! We should be rather soonly indeed. O' course, I'm suspecting the land will 'ave us all waiting to set sail again, but Tortuga's always best to 'ave fun in, isn't that right? "

She nudged Evelyn and looked back to Emma.

"Evelyn mate, 'ave ya told Emma of this new tavern in Tortuga? I'm sure with the lot of us, we'll bring the place down in no time....and o' course, we've got to get a drinkin' contest started now, don' we?"

She crossed her arms over her chest and leaned back. She'd been filling up on rum of late, and while she doubted she could even come CLOSE to beating Emma's famous rum record, she had to pretend she could. Self motivation!

[Emma Hawkins/Rick MacKinnon]

Emma smirked slightly at this piece of information."A new tavern?I'm surprised I 'adn't 'eard,really..."The young woman perched herself on the railing,grinning at her friends."An' I'll be more than glad to beat ye at a drinkin' contest any day...Loser pays..."

She adjusted her bracelet idly,looking out towards Tortuga again."If I 'ave ta be on land,couldn' think of a better place to do it..."she said with a quiet smile.

WHUMP.

"Owwww....."

Rick MacKinnon groaned as he got up.He had,once again,rolled out of bed,only to remember on the way down that he had the top bunk.He really did need to stop doing that...

The young man ran his fingers through his long,messy black hair a few times,tying it back into a ponytail,then pulled his boots and belt on.His morning routine thus completed,he ventured out on deck.

"Mornin',ladies,"he yawned,stretching out a bit as he walked towards those of the crew already awake.He was unsurprised to see Emma there,since her bunk had been abandoned.He looked to the east,smiling slightly.The sun had only just risen,painting the horizon a thousand shades of red and gold.It almost took his breath away."Beau'iful day,innit?"

Emma looked over and smiled,more genuinely than many ever saw her do so."Very...sleep well?"

He nodded,smiling at the girl."Aye..."The glint in his bright green eyes grew mischievous as he leaned in close to her ear."I dreamed about ye,so 'ow could I wake up angry?"

The young woman's cheeks colored slightly,almost unnoticable beneath her tan,and she pushed him away."Rick!Don' tease like tha' in front'f th' crew,'r I'll 'ave t'beat some sense int'ye..."

He just laughed,knowing any threat she issued him was purely in jest or in bravado.She scowled,still slightly red,as he blew her a kiss."Honestly..."After a moment,the frown cracked,and she laughed a bit."If I didn' love ye,Rick,ye'd be dead..."

[Rhys Tolen]

Rhys grinned at her friends, from her spot on the deck. While she was sore from the abrupt fall, and the jerky stop she couldn't have felt better. "Thanks Tobbs dear," the theif drawled out beaming at her friends, "but with you around who would ever believe that I was going to fall to my death?"

The talk quickly turned to the new tavern. Rhys smiled, it was a time to get out and do as she pleased. She began to plan, the only down side to this week was where she was. With a shrug, she focused in on the conversation around her, just in time to catch Emma's words. "I'ld be willing to challenge you Emma! Just to see if I could," she grinned at the woman.

'Twas then that Rick appeared on deck, Rhys couldn't help but let her smile widen when she looked over his appearance. "What happened to you, Rick? You look like I should feel!" she called refering to her tumble from her 'bed'.

[Emma Hawkins/Rick MacKinnon]

The sunlight sparkled in Emma's eyes as she looked over at Rhys."I'm always glad to take on challengers,"she beamed."Lemme know if yer up to it when we're finished docking-I'm feelin' altogether too sober right now..."

Rick rubbed the back of his head as Rhys addressed him."Well,y'know,stuff 'appens,an'-"

His companion laughed softly,slipping back to her feet."I'd wager a fair sum this bloody idiot fell outta bed again...righ'?"Rick's averted eyes and unintelligible grunt answered this for her,and she smiled,giving the tall man a hug."Poor dear...Ah,well!There's work ta be done,mates,what're we standin' around for?The sooner we bring this ship in,th' sooner we can be in Tortuga,drinkin' t' our 'earts' content!"

So saying,she looked up at the rigging and sails for a moment,then grabbed hold of a nearby rope,pulling it in a few feet before securing it and moving on to another one.