"A'ight," Said Jack as he pondered over the numbers laying in front of him. Though, numbers were a bit beyond the reach of a pirate that had never learned anything but letter 'X', and that was from lude Pirate-related jokes. None the less he'd figure out what this little squiggly line meant, without the help of someone else.

"Cap'n?" Asked a voice through the door. Jack's eyes darted up to the door before the voice repeated itself, "Cap'n, we're here." The sound of feet thundered away.

Sitting back, a pensive look crossed his face, which was an extremely rare thing for the infamous Captain Jack Sparrow. Though, it was covered quickly with a toothy grin. Ah, he'd get back to the lines and squiggles, after he'd gotten some food from land, and then some. Getting up, he walked toward the lush doors that lead to the deck of the Black Pearl. Ship that could out-sail any on the seas of the Caribbean. Several large stretches and a few unhealthy cracks, Jack was completely ready for just about any physical harm he'd have to endure. He really did have to stop talking to the local whores, they seemed to gain an unlike to him…

The sight was, well, pretty normal. A few buildings, a few people. Maybe this place wasn't as busy as Tourtuga as he'd heard, but that might be a good thing. Less people knew him here. Still…

A sudden force threw him back several feet as he looked down to see a bag sitting at him feet. He turned away for a second and winced slightly, before turning back to kick the bag hard. "Alright, who threw that at me? Captain Jack Spa-" Gibbs, who was standing a few feet away,

"She threw it and we know yer a captain, give it a rest," He nodded grimly at a girl who was standing on the gangplank. The girl gave a girlish giggle, trying to flirt as much as her bodice would allow. Course, she was too dolled up too really do anything beside bat her eyelashes.

Jack's jaw went slack as he saw the love of his life standing a few feet away. The girl ascended the plank, her hands tightly clamped together in front of her, and her blonde glowing hair sitting perfectly. She batted her eyelashes softly at him, as he stared directly…past her. He rushed forward, almost pushing her off the boat and dropped to his knees next to a barrel. "I haven't seen you for three days!" Patting the large barrel he sighed and pulled a nearby mug over.

The young girl stood slightly baffled at the captain. Gibbs, on the other hand, stood indifferent. "Least he's taking it better than last time…" Gibbs stood not-so-fondly remembering the last Jack-Rum Withdrawal, causing him to shudder slightly at the thought. Eventually he began going down the gangplank toward the town.

"I am Saraheth Willow-Balliol Porter Turner Wilsonton Prac of Royal Port. I am here too-" She began, as Jack waved a dismissing hand at her, as his eyes ran across the barrel once more, as though it was the most beautiful thing he'd seen in years. "Can't you see I'm busy." He said aggressively, not sparing her a glance as he stood up holding the large mug of rum.

"But I am an attractive female who's also royal and has a sudden knowledge of boats, pirating, sword-fighting and all that spoof, and you are supposed to fall in love with me and we sail off into the sunset, even though that is completely out of your personality." She said defiantly, throwing him a dirty look. Her hair continued to shimmer and glow against the setting sun, along with her golden dress edged with sapphires. There was a lone ruby in the center, which unlocked the secret to some random pirate treasure of Rah.

Jack took a moment too think this hideous proposal she'd well… proposed. "Are you alcoholic, valuable, tradeable in any way?" He asked, taking a sip of his rum.

"No."

Taking a moment to 'think', he sighed and decided to at least glance at her. His eyes were almost instantly burned with the shimmer. Looking away her kept his eyes shut trying to regain sight. "Are you, in any way, a 3-D character with thoughts and ideas that don't involve yourself, me or dresses with too many beads?"

"No."

"Have we met before, and have I any reason to love you, despite your lack of alcohol?"

"Not that I can think of…" Saraheh said softly, tilting her head slightly to the side.

"I am Captain Jack Sparrow. Not some two-bit lovesick cabin boy, savvy? Off my ship." Jack said, not moving an inch as he continued to indulge in one of his favourite pass-times, causing himself too slowly dipping out of the realm of consciousness and what was left of his ability to talk. He could hear the outraged 'huff' from the girl as she stormed off the ship quickly, kicking a barrel off on her way. A small attemptedly stifled shriek escaped Jack's lips. "Why is it ALWAYS the bloody rum?" He rushed to the side of the ship, too see if there was anything left, but of course it's syphoned out of the top and sunk to an unusual death. Taking his hat off, he held it too his heart for a moment, before placing it back and making his way down the gangplank to discover where his crew had gone, and hoped that, that strange Sarahehdhdfskfn whatever her name was, was gone. 'T was the life of a famous, and rather sought-after pirate known as Jack Sparrow.