A/N- Hello! Long time without an update . . . well, a long time for me . . . I have school now, so the updates may be spaced a bit more . . . but here's another chapy! Wee!
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"Savvy?" – speaking
*Savvy?* – thinking
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Roxanne began to stir. She turned on her side. She could feel everything moving, ever so slowly. She opened her eyes. She looked around; this wasn't her room. She stared down at herself.
*Dammit! I'm still in the dress! God, where am I now?*
Roxanne stood up, and cursed herself for not putting on her boots in her room. She paneled floor was freezing. She crept to a window. She should have noticed from the size and shape, but when she looked out, she knew.
"My god! I'm on the Pearl!" Roxanne stared down at the thrashing waves against the ship.
She stepped back from the window, and felt the gentle rocking of the ship on the water. Roxanne sat back down on the bed to steady herself. She looked around the room, to gather her surroundings. There was a small desk, with a bottle of ink and some parchment lying on it. There was also a large wardrobe, not fitting in with the décor of the room. The doors had large mirrors on the front and jewels set into the wood. It seemed as though someone would have spent a small fortune to have it made. Roxanne stood up and walked over to the mirror, running her fingers over the jewels. She was tempted to open the doors, but thought better of it. Roxanne turned to the door that led out of the room; she stared at it for a moment, before darting her gaze across the room, her eyes searching. She lit up in a smile when she found what she was searching for. Roxanne picked up her waist sash with her sword and pistol. She cried in frustration when she didn't see her clothes.
*Damn that Sparrow . . . making me trot around in a dress.*
She shook her head and tied her sash around her waist, making sure that it didn't snag on any of the material. Roxanne strode over to the door and peered through small window. It was dark, and she didn't see many crewmen on the deck, though, she couldn't be sure where on the deck she was. Roxanne opened the door as quietly as she could, and slipped past it. She stood a moment and let the wind rush past her hair. She took a deep breath and enjoyed the salty air. Though it was short lived, when a voice crashed its way through her quiet, blissful moment,
"Well, 'ello, . . . what do we 'ave here?"
Roxanne turned abruptly and laid her eyes on a strange man. He had dirty long gray hair, his eyes were a steel gray, well, one was horribly blood shot, and when he smiled at her, she could see that his teeth were a strong shade of yellow. The stench coming from him gave Roxanne an unsettling feeling; he smelled almost the same as the drunken oaf that went after her.
*God dammit! Why did I have to put this on? No one will take me seriously in a dress!*
Nevertheless, Roxanne stood tall and looked the man in the eye, "I'm sorry? Can I help you with something?"
The man grinned, "Well, maybe ye can . . . it's been s'long since we've 'ad such a pretty young lass aboard th' Pearl . . ." he stepped closer to her.
"I suggest you move back, if you do indeed know what's good for you." Roxanne's voice quivered a bit in the beginning, but the look in her eyes more than made up for it.
The man laughed, and took another step, "I d'know whas good fer me . . . tha' dress mus' be awfully tigh' on ye . . . I can help ye wit' that," he slid his hand down the side of her dress.
Roxanne's hand shot down the her side, and then pointed straight out at the man, her pistol clutched tightly in her fingers, "I told you . . . step back, or this bullet shall find a new home . . . between your thighs," Roxanne lowered slowly to just below his waist.
The man's eyes widened and he crossed his legs protectively, "'ey now, I wus jus' offerin' . . . no need a ye getting' yer corset in a bunch," Roxanne didn't move, "Alright, I'm goin'!"
He turned and walked off briskly, mumbling about "damned women". Roxanne heard a softly chuckling coming from just above her. She pocketed her gun back in her holster and turned around, staring up. She saw a woman with long black hair, laughing at the scene that had just happened. Roxanne lifted her skirt off the ground and stepped up the steps up to her. She noticed that she was at the helm.
*So this is Annamaria? Hmmmm . . .*
She stepped up to her, "Hello, you are Annamaria?"
Annamaria nodded, "Aye, that I be. An ye must be Roxanne, William an' 'Lizabeth's friend."
Roxanne nodded back at her, "Yes, that would be me."
"Yer pretty good with a pistol . . . fer a . . ." Annamaria trailed off her speech.
Roxanne grinned, "For a girl? You couldn't seriously be thinking that, I mean, what do you think you are?"
Annamaria laughed heartily, "Aye, sometimes I just f'get, bein' surrounded by all th' men."
Roxanne nodded, "Speaking of, have you seen the Captain? I'm in much need to speak with him."
Annamaria's mouth twitched into a smug smile, "Ye betta' be watchin' how you say tha', they'll think yer notin' but a . . ."
"And if they think that, they will feel the cool glint of my cutlass lodged square between their ribcage." Roxanne brought her hand down to her side, patting her sheath proudly.
Annamaria laughed and nodded, "Ye'll do jus' fine her lass . . . ah! There be our faithful Cap'n."
She pointed and Roxanne followed her gaze back to the cabin she just emerged from. Roxanne smiled and grabbed her skirts once again, "Thank you Annamaria!"
She walked as quickly as she could, but not as much to seem eager to see him. She came to the door and pulled it open silently, slipping past the frame. Jack had his back to her, and it didn't seem as if he heard her come in, as he was speaking to himself softly, "Where is tha' bloody woman? I bring 'er aboard me ship, an' she's run off already . . . I wus 'opin' ter finish tha' delicious kiss she gave me . . ."
Roxanne's eyes widened as she remembered why she had fainted.
*Oh god . . . I did kiss him! & Now I've brought myself into a room with us alone . . .*
Roxanne turned to slowly try and slip back out of the room, but her dress rustled against the door. Jack spun around, and his mouth turned up into a great smile when he saw her, "Well luv, 'ere ye be . . . I wus beginnin' ter think ye'd run off on me."
He stepped closer to her, and with her back to the door; she had no room to move out of his way. She took in a deep breath, and pressed herself against the door, "Y-yes Jack, here I am . . ."
Jack tilted his head at her, "Ye alright luv? Ye seem a bit . . . nervous."
Roxanne shifted her eyes, so that she wouldn't look into his, "No Jack, I am not nervous."
Jack grabbed the bottom of her chin, and forced her to look into his eyes, "Then why ain't ye lookin' at me?"
Roxanne stared up at him, her eyes tracing the lines of deep kohl around his. Her eyes slid down over his body, her gaze catching quickly over every layer of clothing he was wearing.
*Hmmm . . . he must be so warm in all of that . . . I could help him take it off so easily . . . Oh God! What is the matter with me? I am turning into a tawdry whore . . .*
Roxanne sunk back against the wall and closed her eyes tightly. Though, she may not have thought this, such a good idea, being what happened next.