A/N: Another chapter, much longer than the other two, seeing as how it gets a bit more into the story in this chapter...I was only just introducing Roxanne previously...thanks for your reviews, and keep them coming, the more constructive criticism I get, the faster I may write, heh heh...
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"Savvy?" – speaking
*Savvy?* – thinking
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Roxanne stepped out into the warm sun. She stood there a moment and breathed in the fresh air. She strode down the street in the direction of her father's shop. A few steps before the door, she check to make sure the holster was out of sight. Appeased that it was well hidden, she walked into the shop.
"Well 'ello shop keep! 'ow's business?" She grinned, leaning against the counter.
"Not as good as I'd 'oped but I get by," her father drawled to her, then turning around to see who was addressing him, "Roxanne, my lovely! Why, don't you look all decked out. Where are you off to?"
Roxanne's father may not have been the richest Merchantman in Port Royale, but he made a fair living for the both of them, selling whatever he could to the public. Will was kind enough to send in a few swords a month, which went for quite a few shillings. Roxanne was very grateful, as was her father.
"I'm off to see Will and his fiancée, Elizabeth. Then I'm off for a night on the town. But not worry father, I've left supper for you, and I won't be out too long." Roxanne smiled, and set her head on her hands, staring up at her father.
"Alright Rox my dear, you go and have fun, but do come home in one peace," he laughed as she grinned and bounded out the door, "and try to stay sober!"
Roxanne laughed as she caught the last of what he had said.
*Sober? Oh father, I wouldn't dream of it . . .*
She giggled and set off down to The Turner residence. Roxanne shook her head as a trio of women walked past, and made quiet jeered remarks about her clothing.
*I pity them; all stuffed up in 17 layers of ruffles and lace, the poor girls*
Roxanne tipped her hat at the ladies and plodded on. Coming up to the door, Roxanne again checked that her pistol was well hidden; she knew that Elizabeth would go on a tirade if she knew she had it.
*Just like father . . .*
Roxanne laughed to herself and rapped on the door. She waited a few moments, and then hit the door again, harder. The silence was slowly aggravating Roxanne so she pounded the door with her fist, "Will! Are you bloody well in there?!"
She heard footsteps, and a rustle of clothing. Roxanne had to stifle a laugh, when the door opened revealing a half naked William Turner.
"Have I interrupted somethin' luv?" she couldn't hold it in any longer, she bust out in a fit of laugher and held the door frame for support of her shaking knees.
"Oh shut up and get in here." Will pulled her forcefully into her house.
"William Turner! Not that I'm not flattered, but you're engaged!" she mocked, and collapsed into a chair, laughing harder this time.
"He is indeed."
Elizabeth Swann walked out into the room and draped an arm around Will.
"Hope I didn't intrude on anything Liz." Roxanne grinned and set her feet up on the table.
Elizabeth shook her head and smiled.
"So, when are we getting' the festivities on the go?" Roxanne asked, spocking an eyebrow in Will's direction.
Elizabeth poked Will in the side and glared at Roxanne's feet.
"Oh, sorry Liz," Roxanne dropped her feet to the floor with a resounding CLUNK, "Force of habit."
"Indeed, well we should be on our way," Elizabeth started.
"But Jack hasn't arrived yet." Will said.
"Have you ever known Jack Sparrow to be reliant, he's probably off in some drunken stupor somewhere, not even thinking of where he should be," Elizabeth shook her head, and step away from Will, "Now if you don't mind em, I'll be just upstairs finishing getting myself ready."
She walked up her staircase and disappeared onto the top floor.
"Bit moody that one eh? How can you stand her?" Roxanne laughed, "Pity we won't be seeing the Captain tonight, I was hoping to put a face to the stories, seeing as how I didn't get in on your lovely adventure the first time."
Will held his hands up in defense, "Hold on now, it wasn't my choice of who to bring, we just set off, I didn't even think of you."
"Oh, don't I feel loved William dear." Roxanne pouted slightly, and hung her head.
Will has about to reply, when he heard a loud THUD, and something hitting the front door.
"Will! What was that?!" Elizabeth yelled down, in a panicked voice.
"I'm not sure, I'll go check." Will called back up to her.
He went over to the door, and jerked it open to reveal a very drunk Jack Sparrow slumped over on his doorstep.
"Oh for god sakes!" Will cried, and began pulling him inside before anyone on the streets noticed.
Will slammed the door closed and hauled Jack into the living room, tossing him, quite callously, at Roxanne's feet.
"And what do we have here?" Roxanne asked.
"That," Will exclaimed, "Would be Captain Jack Sparrow."
"Ah, I should have suspected." Roxanne snorted.
"Will? Is everything alright down there?" Elizabeth called.
"Just fine Elizabeth," Will glared down at Jack, and mumbled "Save for Jack's arrival."
"Good. Will, would please come upstairs and help me with this dreadful corset!" Elizabeth cried, in a very frustrated manner.
"I shall be right be up darling," Will shouted to her, "Mind watching him?"
"Not a' tall William. Go help lovely Liz." Roxanne smiled and set her feet up on the table once Will was out of sight.
She began singing softly to herself:
"~Yo ho, yo ho,
a pirate's life for me.
We pillage, we plunder, we rifle, and loot,
Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho.
We kidnap and ravage and don't give a hoot,
Drink up me 'earties, yo ho
Yo ho, yo ho, a
pirate's life for me.
We extort, we pilfer, we filch, and sack,
Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho.
Maraud and embezzle, and even high-jack,
Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho.
Yo ho, yo ho, a
pirate's life for me.
We kindle and char, inflame and ignite,
Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho.
We burn up the city, we're really a fright,
Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho.
We're rascals,
scoundrels, villains, and knaves,
Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho.
We're devils and black sheep. . ."
"And really bad eggs."
Roxanne jumped in her seat at the sudden duet.
"Oh come on now luv, don't stop on account o' me." Roxanne stared down at the now grinning drunk.
"Ah! Come to grace us with your consciousness, have you now Captain Sparrow?" Roxanne grinned and removed her feet from the table, allowing Jack room to stand up.
"Aye," he grunted, stretching a bit, "Now, if you'll kindly tell me where I am luv…"
Jack grinned and dropped down onto the sofa, resting his feet up on the table.
"Why, you mean you don't know? So the stories are true then, "Jack Sparrow, 'e's got more rum in his vein's than blood"." Roxanne recited, mimicking a high British accent.
"Good to see you're up, have a good rest?" Will spoke, standing at the doorway, with Elizabeth right next to him.
"Ah William, got to see you mate, I see you've picked up a few new friends since we last saw each other. You choose well." Jack stood and winked at Roxanne.
"Actually, I'm an old friend. Known Will most of my life." Roxanne told Jack, with an air of slight monotone.
"Ah, then Will's been hiding you away," Jack grins over at Will, who, at the moment, is giving him daggers, "So luv, do you 'appen to have a name?"
Roxanne stood up, "My name is Roxanne Cavarnnair. It is a pleasure to make you acquaintance."
She took off her hat and bowed to Jack. Jack watched the blazing red hair billow out from under her hat.
"No luv, the pleasure is all mine." Jack stepped forward and took her hand in his, kissing it softly.
He took a lock of her hair in his hand, and said, "That's quite the mess of hair you got there luv."
Roxanne narrowed her eyes at Jack, and pulled her hair from his hand, "I do not recall giving you permission to touch my hair Mr. Sparrow, so I would appreciate you keeping your hands to yourself."
"Hmmm . . . you got quite the spice there luv, I see now it be yer spirit what turned your hair to fire. 'An call me Jack luv." Jack laughed, his words slurring ever so slightly together.
*This man may very well be the most aggravating person I have ever laid eyes on, though, I do quite enjoy what my eyes see, even if he is drunk off of his arse*
Roxanne chuckled to herself.
"You've yet to see the best . . . luv." Roxanne jeered, emphasizing her last words.