Cady drunkenly stumbled across the docks of Tortuga. 'Rum. Where is the rum?'She thought giddily, though it was apparent that she had already had plenty to drink.

She stumbled a few blocks into Tortuga before falling through the door into the nearest tavern: The Faithful Bride. She slapped a random assortment of silver onto the bar and mumbled about rum. Tom, the barkeep, rolled his eyes and filled her mug. She downed it like a man and slumped forward onto the bar. 'Good God. How did I end up like this?' she thought miserably.

"Ya either sit up, or pass out onto the floor, love. The bar is fer the conscious," Tom grumbled and shook her roughly. Cady swatted at him and moved to a corner table. Should she be worried, being a heavily intoxicated twenty-four-year-old female in a tavern in Tortuga? Probably. Was she? Not particularly. She had almost lost enough of her sense to remove her white button up shirt in the middle of the bar to wring it out. Almost, not quite. Her clothing was heavy with seawater. Her wool trousers were sagging below calf length, her boots sloshed with water. Her hair was still damp, but only because of the once-white bandana tied around her head. If she hadn't hastily cut her hair only a few days prior, it would still be dripping and would have been far more noticeably wet. She passed as a typical drunken pirate, however, and it was nearly impossible to tell she had swum nearly a half a mile to the shores.

"Bloody pirates," she scoffed before taking the final swig of her rum. She rested her head on the glass before her. "Where now?" she mused drunkenly.

As she slowly succumbed to the rum's effects, she was jerked up by her collar and pulled face-to-face with a very angry sailor. Not a pirate, from the looks of him, but a threat nonetheless.

"Ello there poppet. I be lookin' for a lass about yer type. Her name be Cady Callum, an' she owes me a pretty little boat. I wonder where tha' boat could be?" His breath was rank on her face and she recoiled involuntarily. The man laughed at this. "Poppet, if you don' answer me, the last thing yer pretty little face will 'ave to worry about be my breath."

Cady was too drunk to handle this situation as she should. His threats couldn't even rouse her from her drunken stupor. She tried desperately to rope in a thought or two. A fading thought about her sultry accent and ability to sweet talk passed through her hazy mind, but was gone as quickly as it had appeared.

"John…" was all she managed to choke out before he jerked her closer. The motion was too much for her and her world began to fade.

The man let out an outraged growl. "Wench! Cady Callum, it would be in yer best interest to answer me!" When he received no response, he tossed her into the table and stormed off. Her fall went unnoticed to the other bar goers, seeing as how there were half a dozen fights already taking place.

Cady lay slumped in her corner. A rivulet of blood ran down her cheek from her head, where it had come in contact with the sharp edge of the table. Unbeknownst to Cady, a man with a scheming gaze had watched her since she had stumbled drunkenly into the bar. He had seen the amount of silver she had mistakenly slammed on the bar and by the looks of her attire and the man's threats, she was a female pirate. A captain, at that. He felt no need to intervene and kept his distance. Once she saw one of the barmaids with a conscience call one of her friends to carry the young pirate to a room above the tavern, he felt his responsibility with the girl was over and returned his attentions to his faithful first mate who sat before him.

"She's quite th' mess, eh Jack?" His first mate murmured intently. "An' did ye see the silver she 'ad?" He took a swift swig of his rum. "Tha' lass must have plenty to spare."

"Aye, Mr. Gibbs. It would seem so," Jack replied indifferently. "As I were saying before. I need the crew back."

"The entire crew, Jack? Be ye mad? Anamaria may not even be 'ere! Let alone the others," Mr. Gibbs scoffed.

"But she is, Gibbs," Jack replied, taking a swig of his rum. He had a mischevious glint in his eyes.

"Jack, what is there that ye want so bad as to go to all this trouble o' finding all of the crew?"

Jack smiled a golden and silver smile. "Life, Mr. Gibbs. Eternal life."