"Get up!" Talia shouted through Sarah's door. She sat up so quickly that she fell out of her bed and knocked her skull against the floor. She watched, shocked by the fall, as the captain slammed her door.

"Thanks for the wake-up call…" She muttered, slowly dragging to her feet. By the way she fell into her wall, unbalanced, when she was finally standing, it seemed that they had already set sail. Leaving her quarters and heading up on deck, she scornfully wondered why Talia bothered waking her up at all if she didn't even have a specific job. However, she didn't ponder this long, because the sun stabbed at her eyes as she emerged from below. "Oh my sweet pigeons!" She gasped, shielding her eyes from the light. It was quite a drastic transition from the dark rooms below to the open air.

The crew was busy performing menial tasks that she was sure she would have no part in, and Talia was at the helm, watching over all actions with hawk-like perception. It was a bit unsettling, but then again, it was Talia Frost. It wasn't long before Sarah spotted the silver-haired man, Asher, leaning casually against the edge, apparently supervising Talia's supervision. Having nothing better to do, she approached him.

"Hello," She said, feeling awkward. It felt like everyone she met was taller than her--and they were. He looked down at her.

"'Lo," He replied. She felt a little relieved that he actually replied. "D'you need something?" Now, if Talia had said this, she wouldn't have said it, she would have spat it. Or so Sarah assumed from what she knew about her. However, Asher seemed like he meant it in an almost completely sincere way. Almost completely.

"Ah--just wondering who everyone is. On the ship," She said, pretty much truthfully. She had absolutely no idea who was who on the ship and, aside from Talia and sometimes Asher, she mostly nervous that she'd get someone's name wrong. Asher, in reply to her statement, nodded slowly.

"Well…of the people you need to know (a lot of them you can figure out the names of yourself), there's…hah, well, Talia, obviously." Sarah glanced at her and laughed.

"Yeah, I know Talia." He laughed as well, then continued.

"Right, who doesn't? Anyway, then there's me, Asher, and I'm first mate."

"Okay."

"And him, over there," He motioned to a very tall man who was, oddly enough, playing card with another crew member--it seemed strange that they would sit aboard the Death Lily, with Talia practically breathing down their necks, playing cards and not working. Maybe she likes cards. She thought. Her mind's excuse was not a very good one. Still, it didn't really matter to her what another person on the ship did--just so long as she didn't end up mangled or something. "that's Ryan." Asher finished. In all of her thoughts of 'what could they possibly be thinking?', she had almost forgotten that she didn't know the guy's name yet.

"Ryan, okay."

Her guide of sorts pointed at another man. "That's Chess. Sometimes called Mr. Chess. It all sort of depends on who you are."

"What would I call him?"

"How should I know? Like I said, it all depends on who you are."

"Ah, okay."

At this point, he lowered his voice and glanced around suspiciously. "Everyone else…" He bent down so his head was closer to hers. This was, once again, odd for Sarah because Asher was several years younger than she was. Curse my stunted growth. "…we call 'em the invisibles. They don't talk to us, we don't talk to them. Ye'd best be staying away from them."

She frowned. What a foreign concept. Just as she was about to go into another long-winded thought process on the theory that is 'the invisibles,' Talia began yelling at such an individual. Startled by the development, the man looked up from what he was staring at and cringed at the force of the woman's fury. Apparently, he was doing something wrong.

"What's wrong with her?"

Sarah spun around to see Jack hovering behind her and watching Talia with baffled interest.

"What?? How'd you get over here??" She stammered, her expression a mix of confusion and annoyance that was common on her face.

"Hmm?" He didn't seem to be paying attention, which irked her.

"Land ho!!" A man shouted loudly, almost drowning out Talia's shouting. He was then promptly hit in the head with a compass.

"Shut up! I'm yelling right now!!" Talia screamed, her rage now directed at the 'land ho' man. Sometimes her anger could be so illogical. "Wait--what did you say?"

The man rubbed his head and picked up the compass. "Uh…land ho." He pointed into the distance where a tiny speck (presumably and island) was slowly becoming visible to a higher degree.

"Oh." Talia seemed either sheepish or contemplative, though it seemed highly unlikely that she was sheepish. She crossed her arms, tapped her cheek, then went to turn the ship toward the speck. After doing so, she returned to where she had been previously standing. "Thank you. Now…where was I…oh yes!" And with that, she began to yell again.

Sarah watched as Asher shook his head and went to challenge Ryan (the card player who happened to win the last match) to another game of cards, then she watched Talia finish scolding the invisible, retrieved her compass, then found someone else doing something wrong (however, she almost ignored the card players, spawning more questions). Jack clapped a hand on her shoulder.

"Well, good luck with the lit gunpowder, love," He said, walking off in the direction of Asher and Ryan. Sarah sighed and went to the edge of the ship, watching the speck get bigger. At least the Death Lily wasn't boring--oh no, far from it.

Another town, another lame excuse for plundering. After Talia swiped a few objects from the nearest pawn shop, while meanwhile, Jack and Sarah took a quick search for anything worth stealing, they group met at the docks and went to get supplies.

"Towns these days," Talia grumbled, sifting through her loot. "there's just nothin' to their names." Sarah, who was casually propping her face in her hand, her elbow resting on her leg, sighed and sat up.

"We should probably head back, aye?" She offered, registering a sluggish response from her partners. They all stood up and headed back to the Death Lily.

On the way, Talia continued to review and Jack watched over her shoulder with forced interest. Sarah, however, was startled to hear her own name called from a little way off.

"Pandora!"

The whole group turned to face a man who was smiling falsely at Sarah. He was tall (not as tall as Ryan, mind you) and had dark blonde hair, darker than Sarah's (but not by much), that was longish and pulled back with a ribbon--he also had a thin mustache. He was dressed a bit pirate-like, but the rest of him didn't quite match with his apparel.

"Oh for the love of haughty, stuck up men who deserve to die a bloody death…" Sarah muttered quietly, staring nearly horrified at the odd man.

"Who's that?" Talia asked, hastily shoving her new possessions into her pockets. Sarah waved distractedly.

"No on. It's no one." She replied quickly. "I'll be right back." She walked briskly over to the man, leaving Talia and Jack with confused looks and many questions.

"Think it's her long lost love?" Talia asked blankly.

"Hope not," Jack replied, barely audible. Talia turned quickly to stare at him, now even more confused as to why he said that.

Sarah approached the man, lowered her voice, and, with all the restraint of a hungry elephant who's spotted food, asked, "What are you doing here!?"

"Come now, Pandora. The Death Lily…the Black Pearl…two well known ships, and you're asking why I'm here." His smile widened a bit and he touched her face. "And to see you, of course." She slapped his hand away.

"You know, it's really too bad that you disappeared when I returned from my 'trek,' because I really would have loved to make it clear to you that I never want to see you again, traitor," She snarled.

"Mm, touchy touchy." He shook his head mockingly. "I knew you'd turn out this way." He glanced behind her, noticing Talia and Jack, who were standing in bewildered silence.

"Did he just touch her face?"

Jack said nothing.

"Oh, and why is my girl tra--"

"Your girl?? What's put it in your head that I'm your girl?? You're mad!"

"--veling with the captains of these two ships?" He ignored her blatant disregard for the fact that he was talking and continued speaking. He clasped his hands behind his back. "Oh! Perhaps you've earned a job with the indestructibly rabid Captain Talia Frost!"

"Did he just call me rabid?"

"I think so." Talia elbowed Jack in the ribs.

"Or maybe…maybe you finally got a job with your beloved Captain Jack Sparrow."

"I'm beloved?"

She elbowed him again, this time causing him to shout in pain.

Sarah lifted one hand and slapped the man, with the back of her hand, as hard as she possibly could. "You disgrace of your mother's womb. There are no words to describe you."

The man stepped very close to Sarah and stared her down (He was several inches taller than her, but she was sort of okay with it, since he was older), his smile fading. "I'm not her only disgrace." The sky was very, very cloudy and it looked as if the rain would be torrential. She didn't understand what he meant by 'not her only disgrace.' She stared into his face, pondering what he meant, when finally she said--

"…" She could say nothing, and so she turned her face away, furiously. To Talia and Jack, it appeared (and was true) that Sarah had a very fiery hate for this stranger.

"What's getting you down, love?"

Sarah's quiet anger flared again. "LOVE!? If you mention that word in a sentence with me EVER AGAIN I'll--I'll--!" She pressed her lips very tightly together, then crossed her arms jerkily. "Get out of here if you want to keep your good health in check."

"Not quite yet, m'dear. I'd like to have a word with your comrades. Once in a life time deal, isn't it?" As he stepped behind her and walked toward Talia and Jack, Sarah jeeringly mouthed the words the man had just said. He first came to Talia.

"Greetings. You must be Talia Frost."

"Miss Frost to you." She paused, rethinking, then added, "Actually, Captain Frost to you."

"Well, captain, it is a pleasure."

"Wait wait, first tell me who you are," She commanded. Sarah had to give her credit. The man was weird, insane, and gentlemanly at the same time, yet she treated him the same as any other…well…person. Sort of.

"Drew, at your service, m'lady." He smiled, bowed, then regained his posture. "When I heard the captain of the Death Lily was I woman, I wasn't sure what to expect, but you…" By now, Sarah had returned to the group and was standing nearby Jack. "you're much more beautiful than I imagined."

"Go make love with a diseased monkey," Talia replied coolly. She obviously wasn't impressed by his speech.

"But, of course, your personality is as I've heard," He finished, that admiring smile still on his face. It didn't seem to bother him that she was a cruel, explosive, vicious, murderess who didn't give a shilling about other people. Usually. …Okay, most of the time. Talia frowned and looked at Drew with a disgusted expression.

Drew then turned to Jack, seemingly, he had enough of Talia. "Mr. Sparrow." He gave Jack a had glare, examining him from head to toe. "I've heard so much about you from Pandora--"

"Aww, and they've heard so little about you! For good reason," Sarah tittered, her anger gone, now replaced with blunt sarcasm.

"--Though…it seems you're far less respectable than she described."

"Well, what can I say? I have that effect on women." At this point, both Talia and Sarah elbowed him in the ribs and he doubled over, moaning dramatically and rubbing his sides.

"Hmm. Yes." Drew seemed to look down on Jack as if he wasn't even human. Knowing Drew, that's exactly what he thinks. Sarah though, glaring hotly at Drew. Oh how she hated him. "Well, I'd best be going. Pleasure seeing you Pandora, Jack." He moved toward Talia. "And an extreme pleasure seeing you, Talia."

She moved backwards, away from him, then replied, "Captain Frost, and don't you forget it." She clearly didn't like him--and who could possibly blame her?

Watching him walk away, Jack glanced at Sarah, who promptly stuck out her tongue at Drew's back and made an incredibly rude noise. "I…take it you don't like him." She turned and folded her arms.

"Tch," She replied. Talia, instead of looking annoyed and somewhat infuriated, like usual, looked sick and like she'd be scarred for life.

"Dear…mother o' God, he touched you!" She exclaimed. "H-how?! Oh…father all mighty!!" She quickly regained her cool composure. "Can…I burn off your face? If I don't, the fact that he touched you probably will. I'll make it a…tiny bit less painful. But probably not by much."

Jack spoke up now. "How do you know him?"

Sarah was shifting uncomfortably. "He's…ah…nobody. We used to be friends--then he did something I couldn't forgive." She gave Jack a long look, with some sort of sad, and maybe regretful, emotion that he couldn't recognize, the she turned and started back to the Death Lily. "Let's go."

"Whaaaat??" Jack asked, feeling confused. Just to be mean (as usual), Talia came and, as she passed him, gave him a stare as well, though hers had a more sadistic sort of feel to it. "Women--you'll never understand 'em," He muttered, sighing and following the two females.