In the dark abyss called night, fireflies buzzed around, the little glows of orange everywhere. The water was relatively warm and the only sound was of it swishing. Entering the lamp-light of an old hut, a woman stepped out a small dingy and onto the creaking wood. Long and wavy brown hair was tucked up underneath a tri-corn hat, the light from the flames casting shadows on her tanned face; her skin flawless.

"Come now...You know der's a price to pay." The slurred voice with a tinge of something that she couldn't place her finger on of Tia Dalma waved out through the window. A small silence followed. Shrugging, the woman payed no heed to the voice following as her knock on the door quickly covered it. All though, quite a noise of shuffling and closing doors could be heard before Tia finally came to the door. "Ah, My sweet Carrie! Don know tha last time I seen you." The visitor had no problem rearranging her awkward sentences in her mind as she entered, walking past the rough looking Voodoo priestess. "I need your help." "As always. Dats all you people want." She sighed, waving her on to continue as she went back to her chair. Carrie, as so she was called, peered at the various jars of things, remembering this place all to well. Sitting down on a separate chair, she absently brushed her worn-out corset now faded to a dark brown. Crossing her pant covered legs, she decided to be polite and not like a pirate, and kept her booted feet off of the table.

"It's Jack...I can't find him." Her voice was hoarse, and her face was grave. "I know he came back from Davey Jones' Locker, but not his location." Tia shook her head, the dreadlocks of her hair shaking slightly with it. "I'm sorry, dear, but I don't know. He hasn't been here...since..." Carrie frowned, watching how she wouldn't look at her, simply too occupied with crab claws. "I NEED to know, Tia. This is a matter of grave danger." She cried, her voice getting hard. Suddenly, a noise distracted Carrie, making her look behind her. Nothing was there, but she turned around in time to see that Tia had tensed. As if she was being played like a bobble head toy, she turned around again as a voice met her ears.

"Ah, I see one of the many women I know, finally requesting my presence." Jack Sparrow walked down from the stairs, having just tripped over some trap of Tia's. A wide grin crossed Carrie's face, unusually white teeth showing with just tad bit of gold here and there. Tia had already risen from her chair, and headed towards her back room. Glancing over her shoulder, she disappeared behind the curtain of beads.

"I...I, didn't expect you to be here...Jack, it's so good to see you again." Jack had his usual lopsided grin upon his face, the swagger in his steps, and his eyes that deep russet color. How could he have hidden from his /close/ friend? Especially with that urgency in her voice. So what if he didn't want to anybody know he was alive yet. He liked it better when people mourned the great Captain. Always supposed to be there...His thoughts went on as he looked at her, seemingly taking forever in his mind. "Same for you, darling. All though, I can't help but wonder, why on earth would you look here for me? After all, we haven't had the bestest times here, nor do I get much help...For instance, my recent death, the loss of my pearl...and my rum, my precious rum, which would lead to--" "Jack...You're rambling again." Smiling, he stopped his hand gestures for a moment, leaning against the table as he fiddled with his rings. "Sorry, luv. You know how me mind works...Speaking of which, what was it that you needed to tell me?" Carrie frowned slightly, not seeing how that held any similarity to his mind. "I don't know..." She smiled, standing up and wondering aimlessly around the small room, pausing at certain things. Jack couldn't help but notice that small glint in her eye...mischievous. He liked mischief.

"Just depends..." Carrie turned only to look over her shoulder slightly at Jack as she went up the stairs...

"Mmm...Depends on what?" He hummed, sauntering at his own pace behind her.

She had already made it up the stairs and into a room, which he just barely caught her entering. Baubles clinking in his hair, he reached the top of the stairs to the room. A bedroom.

"Depends on whats in it for me." She purred, her hazel eyes glinting as she leaned against the end of the bed. The pirate Captain closed the door behind him, standing at a friendly distance. "Ah, you want to make your Captain work for it? Slightly cruel, luv." He laughed, his eyes not wavering. She personally didn't want to tell him, for it was a death wish, and she didn't want to damper his mood with it. Her words came as a disappointment to him, as his mind was on another train of thought. "Make me First Mate." She grinned. At first, he had his mind in the gutter, and was going to say something inappropriate, but he came back to his senses. "If you haven't noticed, dear, I don't have a ship therefore...No First Mate. All though..." "Jack..." Carrie warned, narrowing her eyes slightly as he stepped closer. "If I know you correctly, it won't take you more then a week to find at least a small ship for trades...Make me First Mate." She grinned, her voice smooth and unwavering. He let out an aggravated sigh, his Kohl rimmed eyes darting away from her face. "I don--" "Captain..." The pirate couldn't help but smile, turning back to face her. "I'll even buy you your next drink." "Done."

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"Soo...darling Carrie, do you plan on anytime to tell me what you have on your mind?" He asked, having enough of the awkward silence. Carrie had been trying helplessly to write at the desk across from Jack, but her hands were too shaky. The information she had was weighing too heavy on her. She tugged slightly on the sleeves of her shirt, which wouldn't budge because of the corset over it. "Yes...Yes, I do." She answered, her voice soft...The sun rose over the horizon painfully slow, it seemed. The existing glow made the rooftops of all the houses glow with a beautiful warmth. Upon one of the rooftops, tan legs dangled over the edge; a woman's legs