The next week was sort of rough. For Jack, that is. For the first two days, Sarah avoided Jack at every possible interval. After that, she began speaking with him again, but whenever he brought up 'the horrible thing' (Sarah's fond nickname for what Jack did after telling her to 'shut up'), she either changed the subject with enthusiasm or fell silent…with very little enthusiasm. Talia, on the other hand, would hardly leave him alone, but for--no, wait, it was pretty much the same reason. She seized every opportunity she got to tell Jack that she knew he was in love with Sarah, which got incredibly repetitive and irksome. Not that she wasn't doing this before, but it seemed that, after she had walked in on Sarah and Jack that fateful day, she had taken the reminders up a notch in the annoying factor.
She also wouldn't quit talking about just how much she hated Drew. It was like he haunted her, day and night--and he probably did. No matter how grating this complaining was, no one could disagree with her, especially Sarah, who's ears, unfortunately, took the brunt of the carping.
So…the rain had been right after all. Sarah thought on Tuesday morning, leaning in her usual spot at the edge of the ship--it was a blank, sunny day with several fluffy clouds that drifted about lazily. It was already shaping up to be an uneventful day. She closed her eyes and listened to the sea and the wind soothing her ears, raw from Talia's whining.
Talia was standing at the helm--again--shielding her eyes from the sun, which seemed to be purposely poking at her irises, probably amusing itself with her pain. This thought bothered her immensely. She had, since the early morning, taken off her white jacket and was dressed in a red shirt with gold clasps--the one she always wore under the jacket. It was quite warm out. Dem sun. I can't wait till it…goes…out. Yes, that's the phrase I'm looking for.
Sighing blankly, she looked around anxiously for a someone to yell at. To her disbelief and regret, as well as dismay, everyone came across as doing their jobs correctly.
"How boring," She mumbled.
And if that wasn't bad enough, they hadn't seen an island yet, which meant there was currently nothing to do. Rather, there was, but since there was nothing else of even remote interest, everyone had finished early. If that wasn't depressing, nothing was.
Talia pulled out her spyglass and looked around, hoping for a glimpse of something, anything, that would make the sea less dull. As if summoned, something on the horizon caught her eye--also, just as it did, she heard--
"Land h--" He was, once again, cut off by Talia, but this time, she came over herself and seized him by the head.
"Stop!" She said as he wrestled to get out of her headlock. "Asher, turn the ship toward that teensy-weensy speck over there, if you will." She pointed, with her free hand, to a point to the right somewhere. Asher nodded and went to do as she said. Talia released the 'land ho' man, who fell to the ground, rubbing his abused neck.
"You need a new job…whoever you are."
"Justin, Captain."
"Right, Justin." Well, that's one less invisible… "In any case, you need a new job."
"You gave me this one, Captain."
"…Are you contradicting me?"
"…N-no!"
"Well then, I'll have a new job for you soon. Meanwhile…" She cringed and shied away from him. "…carry on, I suppose." She clearly didn't want to tell him to do his job.
Sarah watched this with little to no interest, only happy that they would soon be at a town, where something would actually happen. It was just so insufferably boring.
"Hello Sarah."
"Hello Jack." She turned, not at all surprised to see that he was so suddenly standing next to her. "Explain to me something--how exactly do you get on the Death Lily every day?"
"Uhh…it's really hard to explain, actually," He replied, scratching his head and looking skyward, his beaded hair making small and barely audible tinkling noises as it shifted in the balmy breeze.
"Have you given up on asking about 'the horrible thing?'"
"…Yeah."
"Okay, good."
There was a long silence, common to the two of them, then Jack looked up again, searching the sky for something unseen. "…It's sunny today. That means nothing, right?" Sarah nodded, smiling a little. She wasn't as angry anymore, though she didn't like to admit it.
"You're catching on."
"It's difficult not to."
"True." She looked up, as well, and watched a single cloud float by, looking lonely and thin. She wordlessly sympathized with the orphan cloud, then drew her sapphire eyes away from the sky and gazed at her fingers. "It rained yesterday."
Jack nodded. "I saw." He licked his lips in a sort of reflex, then crossed his arms. "It happened right before Talia came in, am I correct?"
"Yeah."
Another awkward hush, then Jack stretched his arms above his head and grinned. "I heard we'll be at another town soon. I swear, I couldn't be happier. There is nothing to do!!"
"So what will you be doing when we arrive? Making a beeline for the nearest tavern?"
"As a matter of fact…"
"Oh, look, you two are at it again. Don't you have work or something on your own cursed ship??" Talia interrupted, casting her lethal glare on the duo near the side of the ship. Jack merely shrugged in response to her question.
"Probably." He held up his hands in a clueless gesture. "Believe it or not, this ship is more eventful than me own, love." Talia reached out and slapped him promptly.
"Don't call me love." She said curtly, turning and walking away. It may have been a little harsh, if not cruel, even, but Sarah couldn't help but laugh. Perhaps it was just the severe tedium that surrounded the ship, and that was probably the reason, but maybe it just was…well, a little funny.
Rubbing his cheek, which was sore and red, Jack looked over at Sarah. "Oh, shut up."
"That one, you did not deserve." She laughed a little harder, which, consequently, made Jack smile exasperatedly. This is what I get for traveling with two hot-headed women who are prone to letting their hands get out of…hand. He paused in his train of thought, then finished. I need rum.
- - - - -
Several lackluster hours later, the Death Lily and the Black Pearl arrived at the town, which, to no one's surprise, looked exactly like every other town in the Caribbean--just about. After, once again, scouting out plunder, Talia and Sarah returned to the ship--Jack, alternatively, went directly to the tavern and stayed there for at least two hours, if not longer.
The excitement of the crew was…interesting. More pointless than anything else--it was just another town--but they seemed gaga over it anyway. Mind-numbing boredom will do that to a person, it will.
When Jack finally returned from his rum excursion, he was quite drunk, though it wasn't terribly different from his normal behavior--he just continually forgot what word he meant to say. Heading below deck (which seemed to be a popular spot), and into an room occupied by Sarah and Talia, who were sitting around doing nothing, he plopped down into a chair and sat quietly for a moment or two. Then a thought came to him.
"You two are such lovely ladies," He grinned and sat up. The two he was referring to were staring boredly in to nothing. At this statement, Sarah crossed her arms and annoyedly rolled her eyes, and Talia fingered her leg mounted knife. "Why don't you wear dresses? Talia?"
Talia looked up at him and raised her eyebrows to a point that they almost disappeared beneath her bandana. "…You kidding?" He shook his head, jingling the many beads and metal pieces adhered to his hair. "Dresses are useless. They restrict movement and make a woman look foolish. Why wear bolts and bolts of brightly colored cloth when you can just as easily wear a blouse and a simple pair of pants?" She pulled out a knife and examined it casually. "It's pointless."
"And you, Sarah? What's your excuse?"
"I agree with Talia. You can do so much more in pants. Dresses are just silly--instruments to show off a woman's beauty. No one's really looking." She was tugging blankly at a loose piece of string coming from her chair. A small portion of the fabric started to unravel.
"Okay…even though I know the answer, what would you two say to wearing one? Just this once, and not for too long, savvy? I already have two." He glanced at Talia, who re-sheathed her knife.
"Wear one?? Are you daft? Don't you listen??" She stared at him as if he was crazy, and it probably wasn't an outrageous claim, either.
"What put it in your head, Jack? You must be insane to think either of us would wear a bloody dress." Sarah looked at Talia, who nodded in hearty agreement.
"Won't even consider! It's foolish--dresses are a waste of time! They're insulting and cliché."
"Not to mention stereotypical," Sarah added.
Jack tried his best to look pleading. "Just this once? I promise you won't have to for long." Oh. He was drunk. At least it wasn't effecting him in an unbearably prominent way.
The women glared. "No!" Talia said loudly. "It would be highly degrading!! No dresses, end of conversation." She finished this sentence, accentuating it with a curt nod.
- - - - -
"This is degrading," Talia moaned.
Talia and Sarah stood in the center of the wood-lined room, clad entirely in long, elegant, English-styled dresses. Talia's was a deep red, covered with a white, jacket-like garment that was made to show the red skirt beneath it. The sleeves had no white cover and came down to several inches above her elbows. They bunched up near the bottom and were tied with a white ribbon. The skirt was folded, giving the illusion of many different shades of crimson sewn into the dress. Around her waist was a string of pearls that looked nicely proper. Her hair was braided loosely, but neatly, down her back, tied with another string of pearls (Jack's choice).
Sarah, on the other hand, was dressed in a grayish-blue dress that barely came over her shoulders at the top. It was laced down the middle and the sleeves came to below her elbows, bunched similarly to Talia's. The skirt portion had three layers--the top one, which was grayish-blue, like the top, the second, which was a lighter, warmer shade of the grayish-blue, and the main one, which was a light, creamish color, pleated and gathered, once again, in a way near to Talia's. Her hair was down, for once, and tied with a blue ribbon (also Jack's choice).
Jack clapped. "Oh, wonderful!"
"Shut up, Jack." Sarah snapped. Both of them were irritated, and neither of them were exactly sure of how they had gotten into this mess in the first place, neither were they sure of how they got into the dresses.
"Well, now that you're all dressed up, so to speak, we can get going." Jack grinned, gold teeth glinting in the low lighting.
Talia stared dumbly for a moment, Sarah pulled annoyedly at her sleeve, then both were hit with the realization of that he had just said to them. They both advanced on him.
"What!?" They yelled in unison. "Go where?? What do you mean!?"
Jack laughed a little nervously. "Ah yes, I suppose I forgot to mention…there's…a dance tonight…ye see…"
Talia's ebony eyes glimmered with fire, and she bared her teeth angrily. "Oh, cleverly overlooked that detail, did ye now, Jack?" She pulled a knife out of thin air, it seemed, and pointed the tip at Jack, who was still giggling anxiously. Sarah gave him a cold death glare, her face now stormy.
"Eh heh heh…oh, come on…it's just one night, alright?? I swear, on my very honor, that I'll never ask it of ye again." He clasped his hands and held them up willingly in front of the two fuming women. "Please?"
Talia glanced at Sarah, who was already looking at her partner in fury, and frowned. "What do ye think? …Why am I asking you?" Sarah shrugged.
"I dunno. I suppose…we could….if…"
"IT WAS ONLY THIS ONCE!!!" Both of them happened to say that to him at the same time, in the same tone, volume, and speed. It was quite a sight, quite an experience. In fact, such an experience, Jack nearly fell over from the shock.
So the two reluctantly backed down and retreated into their own rooms to brood and glare at the wall with growing hatred that would eventually subside and disappear--until the next time they were angered. This was a common happening.
During the period of time before they left for the dance, two things happened, one to Talia, and one to Sarah. To Talia, Asher happened to knock on her door while she was staring at the ceiling unhappily. She sat up.
"Uhh--who is it?"
"Asher."
"…Do not come in!" She shouted, eyes now wide. Dresses were bad enough--crew members plus Talia in a dress was worse. She quickly threw a blanket over her head and sat down, cross-legged (very difficult in a dress such as hers) on her bed. "Okay, now you can come in."
He entered and immediately frowned. "Captain? Talia? What are you doing?"
"What does it look like I'm doing, Asher? I'm hiding. Under a blanket," She replied cynically. He said nothing, merely looked around, shrugging while she couldn't see him.
"Well, okay. Uhh, just wanted to inform you that there's some guy staring at the ship."
"Wusse look like?"
"He's uhh…sorta tall…he looks a little like a pirate, I guess. What should we do? We're at a bit of a loss up there. What are you doing down here, anyway?"
"One question at a time, my friend. First off, ignore him. Second, none of your business. But I would like you to do something for me."
He stared at the shapeless, blanket covered lump on the bed and raised an eyebrow. It was difficult taking orders from a formless mass. "Oookay."
"When I tell you, preoccupy EVERY CREW MEMBER. This is important. EVERY CREW MEMBER. Do you understand?"
"Yes."
"Good. Now…leave."
With a lingering confused look, Asher left the room, shrugging. Pulling her head out from under the sheet, Talia looked around, then collapsed backwards on her bed again. "Cursed dress. I knew this would be bad," She muttered, cursing the ceiling, as if it was the cause of all of her problems--which it most definitely wasn't.
To Sarah, this is what happened--
As she sat in her room, pretty much doing the same thing as Talia, she, too, heard a knock at the door. Not particularly caring who it was--even though she figured it was Jack, since he wasn't the only one who ever came to her room--she shouted for them to come in. She didn't sit up.
"Why, hello Jack. What an opposite of surprise to see you here. In my room. Again." She was feeling a little dry toward him again, and he could clearly see it.
"'Ello. Um, could you…sit up and actually look at me for a second?" He had his hands behind his back, one foot tapping the floor in a monotonous manner. Sarah rolled her eyes and sat up slowly, zombie-like. "Okay, good." He approached her.
"You can sit, if you want." Sarah looked up at him and nodded her head toward the spot next to her. Jack stared at her with a puzzled sort of expression, then he sat down. "So. What brings you to my humble abode? Or rather, my humble…box."
He shrugged one shoulder. "Uh. I know you don't want to go to the thing. The, uh, the bell…the bar…the…what was it called?" He paused and looked at her, and she informed him that it was called a ball. He didn't feel (or sometimes act) as drunk as he really was. "Right. Ball. Anyway, I know you don't want to go…but I sorta got you this thing. It has a name. I'll think of it."
He brought his hands out from behind his back and showed her the object he had brought along.
"Necklace. That's what it's called." He finished. In his hands was a necklace. It was on a blue ribbon, with a blue stone, possibly a sapphire--she couldn't tell. Really, she couldn't. She wasn't a jeweler, after all--in the center surrounded by three pearl-things on each side. She let her jaw slack for a moment.
"…Jack…?" She said quietly, almost a whisper, but not quite. He looked sort of uncomfortable and he kept on fidgeting. She slowly reached out and touched it. "Are you serious? You got me this?"
"Uh, yeah. Sort of. I don't know, some guy left it laying around, and, well, I couldn't resist, mate, I thought of you." He raised one corner of his mouth in a half-hearted smile. She did the same, only her smile stayed, and she looked up from the necklace, into his face.
"Thanks."
"Yeah. You're welcome."
It was hard to be angry with him.
He stood up after setting the necklace into her hands, and moved toward the door. He didn't look uncomfortable anymore, just relieved. "I'd better go get ready. I'm going to the…the….ball, right…the ball, too, you know." He nodded, as if assuring himself of what he was saying, then he left the room, shutting the door behind him.
Sarah tied the necklace on, then collapsed backwards onto her bed. "Cursed dress. Cursed Jack. Cursed luck," She muttered. "Why can't I stay mad at him? That's not fair!" She sighed. She couldn't wait until this night was over, and she knew the feeling was mutual with Talia.
When the time was ripe, so to speak, the trio headed toward the stairs leading up on deck. Talia shouted to Asher, who gathered the short attention spans of the invisibles so that the three of them could pass in secret. Jack led them through the town stealthily, since he was the only one who knew where the dance was being held. As they arrived at the hall where many people in fancy outfits were entering through the large doors, laughing, Sarah, Talia, and Jack stood in silence and stared at the doors.
"Geronimo." Jack said, hoping Talia, who was closest to him, wouldn't slap him. Instead, she sighed wearily, if not a little acidly toward him, then they all moved toward the door.
Skirts swishing, Talia and Sarah entered the large "ballroom" following Jack, who, they just appeared to realize, looked somewhat ridiculous--dressed as a gentleman, yet still wearing his hat. Neither of the women wished to be caught, being pirates, after all, and so Sarah elbowed Jack very hard in the ribs. Frowning disappointedly, he took the hat off and hid it behind his back.
Though the main floor was cluttered with couples dancing, and no one was merely watching, there were chairs scattered around the room. Gathering several, the three of them sat down.
"Well, this defeats the purpose of getting you two in to dresses and taking you to a dance." Jack stated blankly, examining the ceiling.
"And you living defeats the purpose of making a perfect world." Talia snapped, eyes narrowed boredly. "And another thing--" She had just noticed that many of the colors on Jack's outfit matches Sarah's dress. "--was it your intention to match Pandora, here?"
He said nothing, and Sarah slowly turned to look at him.
Somewhere near them, footsteps were heard, and someone's annoyingly mocking voice spoke.
"Well, well, well."
Sarah's eyes widened for a moment, then she covered her face with one hand. "Oh lovely." She groaned. Curious, Jack turned in the direction that the voice came from, and he suddenly knew why Sarah was aggravated. Drew stood behind her.
"If it isn't the three musketeers." He smiled. Sarah ignored him. "Oh--and Pandora is in a dress! My goodness, what a surprise. Has hell frozen over yet?"
"Well that would explain why the devil has surfaced." She said. It seemed as though Drew ignored her, because he soon addressed Talia.
"Ah…Miss Frost. What an immensely pleasant surprise." Talia rolled her eyes, and Sarah watched as she fingered the edge of her skirt--she had a knife hidden in her boot, and she clearly would have enjoyed using it at this very moment. "Would you care to dance?"
"No, actually," Talia turned to face him. "I would not care to dance. Nor would I care to come within seven feet of you."
Drew's hand, outstretched to Talia, did not move nor did it disappear.
She paused for an extended amount of time, reconsidering with great disgust, then she finally sighed and turned her shoulder coldly to him. "Fine. Whatever. But only until you tell me this…'information.' Then I'm leaving." She stood and glared in a hateful and somewhat childish manner. "I don't want to be with you more than entirely necessary."
He smiled and grasped her hand, dragging her onto the dance floor with an excited gait. Talia immediately regretted agreeing.
As she stumbled off behind the ever blissful Drew, she muttered under her breath about how terribly violent she was going to be after this ordeal was over. She wished very much to have a sword materialize out of nowhere, so she could chop off his hand and dash away. The odds of this happening were very low. A few seconds of grumbling later, however, she found a way to entertain herself--since Drew was pulling her along by her hand, she took the opportunity to squeeze his hand as hard as she possibly could, which caused him to wince in pain (though he hid any other signs of discomfort, if any). She smirked. If she could keep this strain of cruel gestures up, perhaps the night wouldn't be so dull after all.
- - - - -
"So…" Jack stared at the ceiling, poking his fingers together expectantly. He and Sarah had been sitting, speaking in mute tones, for the past three minutes or so (After all, Talia had been taken 'hostage' and swept away into the crowd, so they were alone now.), and it had been getting uncomfortable. Jack just felt like he needed so say something, even if his statement ended up being pointless. "…it's pretty boring, ain't it?"
"…Why, yes," Sarah replied, fidgeting with her gloves--she only wore them out of safety. The symbol that marked her a pirate was pretty clearly visible on her wrist, so she wore gloves to cover it up. It didn't seem fair to her that Talia didn't have the same problem--her mark was on her upper arm, so it was covered by her sleeve.
"…Those people don't' seem to be bored. Maybe we should…dance, or something." He barely finished his sentence before she answered promptly,
"No."
- - - - -
What luck. A tango.
Not only did she hate Drew, but she had to tango with him.
Why me?
Between steps and whatnot, Drew managed to get a few words in to Talia. "You look lovely."
"Don't…" She had to pause because of a step, then she resumed. "…I always? It's getting old." He didn't seem to notice that she was being mordant and getting aggravated.
"Ah…but it is so true," He replied, some sort of half-baked, dreamy look on his face. She frowned. What an imbecile.
"Look, if you're just here to complement me, I believe I'll have to be going." She pulled away from him, already sick of dancing. He raised his eyebrows and drew his lips together so his mouth almost looked like a tiny dot.
"I suppose I should tell you, then."
"Tell me what?"
- - - - -
"I wonder how Talia's doing."
"I'm sure she's fine."
"…Are your legs asleep?"
"No…"
"Well, mine are. Will you help me wake them up? Say…oh, say a da--"
"No."
- - - - -
"Oh, just a small fact I discovered the other day. Gossips spreads like…" He smiled. "…wildfire. You know?"
"And what would that fact be?" She asked, wondering what he was getting at.
"But do you want to know…oh, hmm…this is a tough decision. Should I tell you…or…not…I just--"
"What is it!?" She said forcefully. He was biding his time. Wonderful--he was already on her bad side, just exactly how far did he want to go??
"Alright, alright. I can't believe you haven't heard alre--"
"Drew!!"
"…The Nosferatu. It's been spotted."
"What??"
- - - - -
"Exercise is good for you."
"No, Jack."
"Please?"
"No!"
He stood and went over to where she sat, still tugging quietly at her gloves. "Come on!" He seized one of her hands and pulled her out on the floor.
The tango wasn't playing anymore--instead, a sickeningly lively waltz that was little to fast played overhead. Sarah, who had been unable to escape the dance, sighed. This was going to be a long night.
- - - - -
"How do you know I'm looking for the Nosferatu!?"
"I--"
"Shut up! Scratch that, where has it been seen? Who saw it? How do you know!?"
Drew held up one hand. "Calm down! I'll tell you, have patience."
"Patience?" She hissed. "Patience my--"
"It's been seen off shore near an island not too far from here. A woman saw it and sent a letter to her friend, who lives here, and who told just about everyone on the island. Obviously, I know because I heard it by word of mouth."
"Drew; how did you get to this island before me and me crew?"
There was another period of silence, then Talia shook her head, ruffling her neatly braided hair. "Forget that." She turned immediately and sped out of the hall. A minute or so later, she rushed back in, reluctantly thanked Drew, then ran back out.
Sarah noticed her do this and stepped away from Jack to follow her. As he watched her leave, he groaned. Curse you, Talia, and we had only been dancing for…not even a minute and a half. I'd kill you…but I'd rather keep my nose. Besides, I'd probably regret it later.
Muttering to himself, he grabbed his hat from the chair he had been sitting on and followed the women out the door.
Talia was standing outside near a horse that was tied to a fence-like structure. She was trying to find her way to her boots through her several skirts.
"Talia?" Sarah cautiously stepped closer. "What--"
Talia whipped out the knife she had finally reached in her boot and pointed it at Sarah. "No time." She turned to the horse, cut the reins so she could pull it away from the fence, then mounted the creature. "Later. I'll explain later." At that brief sentence, which left Sarah feeling uninformed and a little clueless, the captain rode off toward the docks.
She frowned and, confused, began untying one of the other horses. Less than a minute later, Sarah, too, mounted the horse (Please note that both women were most definitely not riding sidesaddle--of course, the way they rode was most difficult in the dresses they wore.) and raced off toward the Death Lily and Talia.
Jack emerged from the building just a few seconds after Sarah took off. He threw his hands into the air. This is insane! I'll never understand women. He sighed and started to run back to his own ship, being that he was much too lazy to actually release a horse and ride it.
Hopping down off the saddle, Sarah let the horse run in the streets. Perhaps it will find it's way home, She stated in the back of her mind, storing the thought for a rainy day. Talia was already aboard and shouting orders to the crew. Several men were giving her long stares, which she reacted to in a less-than-positive manner.
"Aye, Captain!" One man shouted, in reply to an order from Talia, as he passed Sarah. She approached the fiery haired and fiery tempered captain, who was busy fumbling with her dress. She nearly had the jacket part off.
"Captain?" Talia looked up.
"Yes?"
"What's the rush?"
"The Nosferatu--it's been seen."
Sarah raised her eyebrows. She slowly began to remove her gloves.
"Ah. And I assume that Drew informed you of this?"
"Yes."
"You're trusting him? Captain, if I may be so bold, he isn't exactly the trustworthy type, if you catch what I'm saying. He could be lying." She almost hesitated to say it, but she felt it was essential.
"How dare you admonish me! Believe me, he's not lying. I can tell." She was crossly messing with the string of pearls around her waist, restricting her from completely removing the jacket.
"Whatever you say."
She wondered silently if Drew really was lying or not, and if Talia really knew that he wasn't--or if she just really, really wanted to believe his tale.
"Let's go get out of these accursed dress…things." Talia muttered, heading in the direction of the stairs. Sarah followed her down the steps below deck, then the parted and entered their separate quarters. Talia ended up slicing the string of pearls in two because she couldn't get it off, then she had little difficultly changing back into her regular clothes. Sarah, on the other hand, took a bit of time untying the man laced up parts on her dress before she was able to change. They met in between their rooms, both carrying their skirts, blouses, and corsets from the dance, then they headed back on deck. Talia walked to the edge of the ship, at the side facing the Black Pearl, where Jack, too, was shouting orders now that he had reached his ship. She held the clothes up for a moment, then tossed them toward the water. Sarah did the same.
"Well, I'm sure glad that's over with," Sarah said as Talia headed back to her position at the rear of the ship.
"You can say that again," She replied, stretching her arms. "but then again, don't, that'd be irritating."
Sarah nodded absentmindedly, then sat down on the small step near where they stood. "So…besides the obvious…what did you and Drew talk about?" She asked, putting her hair up in her usual blue bandana.
Talia rolled her eyes. "Nothing. He basically annoyed me with his usual 'you look lovely' speech, then took a painfully long time to tell me about the ship."
"Sounds like it was a jolly good time."
Talia made a noise that sounded as if it could have been laughter--sarcastic laugher, mind you.
"I can see why you hate him so much." She glanced at Sarah, who extended the corners of her mouth as if she was going to smile, but then she didn't. Talia turned to the Black Pearl. "Hey Jack!!" She yelled. Jack turned to her.
"Aye?"
"We're settin' sail! The Nosferatu has been spotted!"
"Right behind you Miss Frost!"
Jack grinned, though it couldn't be seen by anyone on the Death Lily, and Talia merely rolled her eyes and turned away, "I need a vacation…" She sighed, rubbing her forehead with her palm.