Just as planned, the scattered crew arrived midday at the docks, looking relaxed and refreshed. Talia arrived first so she could oversee the arrival of everyone else. Among the last to come were Sarah and Jack, who had met in the East section and traveled to the docks from there.

"Well, you're late, aren't ye?" Talia stated, arms crossed. "And may I be the first to ask why you arrived together?" They looked at each other then looked back at Talia.

"Ah--" Sarah was the first to answer. "we…met each other on the way."

"Completely on accident," Jack added. He furrowed his brow and held his hand up casually. "Uh…don't kill us."

It looked as if she was considering it, then she shrugged. "We'll see," She replied. To their once-in-a-lifetime luck, Asher entered just then, which distracted Talia. She gravitated over to him and began complaining about the time he took getting to the gathering.

They set sail shortly after regaining all lost crew members and made way for the next pillage-and-go stop--some island that Talia swore she knew the name of, but couldn't quite recall.

It wasn't a trauma-riddled voyage this time--well, that's not really true for Jack (who always seemed to get in trouble when he was on the Death Lily. Around the end of the first week, he was occupying his time by talking with Sarah (obviously), Adrian, and every once in a while, Asher, Ryan, and Chess. After some small talk between Jack, Sarah, and Adrian had turned into a rather quiet discussion that eventually ceased completely, Adrian asked where Asher was. They all looked around, but he was nowhere in sight.

"Probably in his room," Sarah said, pulling at a nail. "Why, d'you need to talk to him or something?"

"Well, I did have a question, but--"

"I'll go get him." Jack offered. The captain's twin smiled and thanked him as the newly appointed messenger boy shuffled off to find the first mate.

He checked every room (including Sarah's, though he knew Ashe wasn't there), but to no avail, so, without thinking (or he most definitely wouldn't have done it), he knocked on the single door he hadn't looked at yet. When there was no answer, he slowly opened the door--to his horror…it was Talia's room.

Evidently, she hadn't wanted to answer when he knocked, for there she sat, in the middle of the room, brushing her long, exotically colored hair. Her dark eyes immediately snapped over to him--he felt as if he had turned to stone and couldn't move.

"Jack," She said quietly. He could tell by the intensity of her voice that she was very angry. Perhaps enraged. Perhaps so angry that if he didn't move soon, he'd be dead before he could think about it.

Since his view was obstructed by a wall, he couldn't tell what she was picking up when she reached over, but when her hand returned into sight his eyes must have been as big as dinner plates.

Why did Talia have a cleaver?

She stood up, screaming so loud that she could be heard by the fish in the sea, then dashed after him with eyes that blazed with unrequited fury.

Jack ran down the corridor of doors (that let to small rooms), hoping that she wouldn't catch up. He turned a corner, flattened himself against a wall, and desperately wished he hadn't looked in her room. Cautiously turning his head around the corner, he looked to see how close she was--she was practically standing next to him. He shouted frantically and began to run from her again, all the while Talia swung her overly large knife through the air.

Curious as to what the commotion was all about and why Jack had been gone for so long, Sarah and Adrian descended the stairs to check on the somewhat dysfunctional pirate and his search for the Death Lily's captain's first mate. They were, however, surprised to see Jack being pursued around the room by said captain, who was wielding a very wicked-looking utensil. They jumped back to avoid being knocked over as the cat and mouse ran by.

Since Talia's weapon made a decent amount of noise as she attempted to chop off a random vital part of Jack, and Jack, himself, made a sort of din as he cried out desperately, a goodly sized amount of people began to gather, wondering why exactly was going on. It even drew out Asher, who had been in one of the rooms Jack had checked (yes, you heard me…in the corner that you couldn't see if you looked through the doorway). He came out of the room looking slightly dazed, then he inched his way to Sarah and Adrian, who were standing in the same spot they had started in.

"What happened?" He asked.

"No idea," Adrian replied, "some invisibles are saying he tried to put a move on her--"

"He didn't," Sarah butt in. "trust me, the rage of Talia would be greatly increased."

"Exactly. Which is why we figure he stumbled into her room, or something like that." He finished. Asher turned to watch for a moment, then turned back to the two.

"So, uh, why was he down here in the first place?"

"Looking for you," The answered simultaneously. Asher turned back to watch again.

Jack, getting to a wit's end (he was close enough already), threw open a door to someone's room and scampered inside, slamming the door shut. He waited anxiously, trying to think of what he could do to distract Talia, but all he could think of was that he had now, officially, seen how Talia kept her hair so nice and shiny. It was so unlike the horrifying Miss Frost, it was hilarious.

What wasn't hilarious was when, at that moment, Talia burst through the door looking positively bloodthirsty. Such a touchy woman.

The chase continued for near fifteen hours (yes, hours) after that. Now, you may wonder just how much could happen in fifteen hours that wouldn't bore a person to death; I am here to inform you that it's a lot more than you'd think could happen in fifteen hours without boring a person to death--and just about all of it happened to them, too. In fact, so much happened in those five-and-ten long hours, it would be insufferably tedious to describe such activities. For your sake, in the sincerity of my heart, I will refrain and skip ahead to a summary.

People began to get tired and creep carefully to their rooms, locking the doors so that Jack and Talia wouldn't burst haphazardly in. Even Sarah and Adrian, who were, without doubt, the most loyal observers, began to drift away to sleep, so they followed suit to the others and crawled in bed. Not too long after that, Talia succeeded in catching Jack, made him pay (though no one found out 'til morning), then headed to bed, leaving her prey cowering, shivering, in the corner below deck.

Jack was sitting near the edge of the ship when everyone wok up. Most came on board and stifled a laugh--Sarah especially. She didn't stifle it, though, she burst out laughing, leaving Jack with a heavy-lidded, bored, and aggravated look.

Talia had, in payment for stumbling into her room, removed one half of Jack's moustache. What a sight it was.

It certainly was good to be back.