"Al'ight, me 'earties. Try to 'ave fun an' stay alive. We'll 'oist sails in
two days, so ye better be 'ere when the sun rises. Now off, off!"
Will watched the crew stroll off and took a deep breath. Tortuga still seemed a bit. scary to him. Then again he was a pirate now and as that he should try his best to follow his Captain's orders and enjoy himself while here. Still, he couldn't shake the feeling in his gut that something was about to happen. Jack's dark voice made him turn around: "Need a cicerone?" The captain grinned at him, adjusting his hat. "Might introduce ye te some nice lasses, if ye kow wha' I'm talkin' 'bout. . . ye're no eunuch after all, are ye?" Jack winked at Will, his freshly rouged eyes sparkling brightly, and started to make his way down the jetty. Without commenting Will followed him into the busy streets of the seaport, glad not to have to go alone at least. Swaying and seemingly aimlessly Jack wandered around, glancing at Will from time to time to make sure not to loose him in the branched lanes, stopping here and there for a little chat with acquaintances - which seemed to be of the other gender mainly - until finally reaching "The Rusty Barnacle" - without getting slapped on the way as Will noticed, a little surprised. With a wide gesture Jack pointed to the plate above their heads before holding open the door for Will, taking a bow: "Welcome te the bestest inn me's ever been te. At leasht in Tortuga." Slowly Will walked and looked around carefully. The "Rusty Barnacle" was just the kind of place he'd expected Jack to hang out at. The dim taproom was filled with the smell of sweat and alcohol, laughter and shouting, seamen and whores. Jack passed Will by, grabbed his hand and dragged him to a table near the counter where he let go of befuddled Will's hand: "How abou' some crabs firs' te provide a nice basis fer a long nigh'?" He turned around and waved for the barmaid who recognised Jack with a smile and hurried over to him. "'ello Clarita," Jack took her hand into his and bowed to kiss it in a somewhat parodying way - or did it only seem so because it was Jack? - before placing his order, "Me an' me mate 'ere are pretty starved, weeks on the high sea, ye know? I was thinkin' bout some o' ye amazin' crabs. . . bu' don' put yeself ou' on me account." - "Oh Jack," Clarita purred being all smiles, "of course you can have some crabs." She hurried off, followed by Jack's glance who smirked smugly to himself. Just before Clarita entered the kitchen he called after her: "Some scallops too while ye're at it, bonny, an' don' fo'get me rum!"
Will watched the crew stroll off and took a deep breath. Tortuga still seemed a bit. scary to him. Then again he was a pirate now and as that he should try his best to follow his Captain's orders and enjoy himself while here. Still, he couldn't shake the feeling in his gut that something was about to happen. Jack's dark voice made him turn around: "Need a cicerone?" The captain grinned at him, adjusting his hat. "Might introduce ye te some nice lasses, if ye kow wha' I'm talkin' 'bout. . . ye're no eunuch after all, are ye?" Jack winked at Will, his freshly rouged eyes sparkling brightly, and started to make his way down the jetty. Without commenting Will followed him into the busy streets of the seaport, glad not to have to go alone at least. Swaying and seemingly aimlessly Jack wandered around, glancing at Will from time to time to make sure not to loose him in the branched lanes, stopping here and there for a little chat with acquaintances - which seemed to be of the other gender mainly - until finally reaching "The Rusty Barnacle" - without getting slapped on the way as Will noticed, a little surprised. With a wide gesture Jack pointed to the plate above their heads before holding open the door for Will, taking a bow: "Welcome te the bestest inn me's ever been te. At leasht in Tortuga." Slowly Will walked and looked around carefully. The "Rusty Barnacle" was just the kind of place he'd expected Jack to hang out at. The dim taproom was filled with the smell of sweat and alcohol, laughter and shouting, seamen and whores. Jack passed Will by, grabbed his hand and dragged him to a table near the counter where he let go of befuddled Will's hand: "How abou' some crabs firs' te provide a nice basis fer a long nigh'?" He turned around and waved for the barmaid who recognised Jack with a smile and hurried over to him. "'ello Clarita," Jack took her hand into his and bowed to kiss it in a somewhat parodying way - or did it only seem so because it was Jack? - before placing his order, "Me an' me mate 'ere are pretty starved, weeks on the high sea, ye know? I was thinkin' bout some o' ye amazin' crabs. . . bu' don' put yeself ou' on me account." - "Oh Jack," Clarita purred being all smiles, "of course you can have some crabs." She hurried off, followed by Jack's glance who smirked smugly to himself. Just before Clarita entered the kitchen he called after her: "Some scallops too while ye're at it, bonny, an' don' fo'get me rum!"
