When they arrived in Port Royal, it was night. Everybody stopped what they were doing. All sounds were silenced as every man aboard the pirate vessel turned around and stood, gazing at the area. The ships were still there, but the docks were laced with the bodies of people. As they drew closer, one could see that they had died of illness. The faces of those who had died were deathly pale, covered in large, painful looking boils. Their stomachs were bloated, even more than they should be in death, and many of the boils along the arms and legs were split, dried pus and blood leaking out. It was a sight that none had even witness and never wanted to witnesss again.
The captain stood at the helm, watching as the crew slowly returned to their work and began to dock the Pearl, seeing no reason to pay anyone. What was the point, when many were dead? No one would steal the Pearl, even if there were healthy people. She walked down the steps and over to the board that was being place at the side so that they could walk down and begin to plunder.
"It seems that Port Royal is suffering. No matter what you do, don't touch anyone. If someone tries to attack you, kill them. Keep your shirt in front of your mouth. I can't have any of you getting ill," She told them, and gave a slight nod. "Now, get going!"
Her men walked away, seperating into pairs. That way, they could watch each others' backs, just in case. Some turned right, some turned left, some argued in hushed tones, and overs just continued straight forwards. She noticed Gibbs with Marty, and it didn't supprise her that Pintel and Regetti were arguing. They hardly ever did anything else. But that left her with one person.
Merr.
Just her luck, getting stuck with the pansy. Well, he wasn't much of a pansy, but he was way too boastful. But she could see if he was worth his sailt. She hadn't seen him fight in the battle, so this was the perfect time. She wanted to see how he'd react to the things that were shiny in many building. She turned around, eyeing him carefully.
"It seems I'm stuck with you, whelp. We're going to go to the Swann mansion." She announced with a grin, and waved her hand impatiently. "Come on, lead the way, bildge rat." She ordered with a smirk, and poked his shoulder blades unil he started walking. She knew that he didn't really know his way around, but the mansion was easily the biggest building in Port Royal.
They walked in silence, passing dead bodies. At one point, she kicked one out of the way, coat sleeve in front of her face. There was no way she was catching this illness. Merr often stopped, checking where they were, trying to find the best route without getting caught. Which she doubted. So far, she had spotted no guards, which was good. If the people were too ill to even protect themselves, everything would be much easier.
Once at the door, she opened it with ease. It wasn't locked, so it seemed the maids were either ill, or tending to the lady of the house. And she doubted they were try and fight her and Merr. Even though she was better with a sword. Her feet made little noise on the smooth floor, and it seemed the stairs were covering with a very fine layer of dust, allowing her footsteps to be even more muffled. Still, she was listening for a step creeking. When none did, she let out a sigh of relief and waved her hand, leading the way into the first room. There was no light, only the faint moonlight through the windows. She scanned the room, her eyes resting on the large dresser at one side. She strode over, looking through it. Bleh, dresses. They wouldn't sell at all. But down at the bottom, was a small box. She crouched, holding it in her hands. Very heavy. Most likely containing things of valuable nature.
She opened it, and her eyes widened. Inside were numerous necklaces, rings, earings, bracelets. These would sell. Quickly, and as silently as she could, she shoved them into the small bag she kept with her for times like this. There was small rattling sounds every time one piece of jewelery hit another, but right now, it didn't matter. One ring made her stop. In the moonlight, she could tell the stone in it wasn't a stone. It was something much more better. A black pearl. Something so rare, so beautiful. It must have been the reason her father renamed the Wicked Wench to the Black Pearl. There was no way she was selling that. Nope, she was keeping it.
A shadow fell over her, and she instantly stiffened, then chuckled at herself when she realised who it was. Merr, again. He crouched beside her, eyeing the ring.
"What's that you got there, cap'n?" She was supprised he had addressed her like that, as it was something she hadn't expected. But she shook it off.
"A black pearl ring. We're keeping this one." She answered, and got the shock of her life when he placed a finger under her chin, turning her head towards him and lifting it. Slowly, he stood, and she followed, arms by her side. He leaned in, and she met him in the middle. Their lips met with a satisfying tingle, and her hands moved to pull him closer from behind his neck. Merr's own hands were resting on her hips, holding her body to his. They continued to kiss pasionately in the room, all thoughts of plundering and the residents driven out of their minds by each other.