The crew of the Dauntless, or what Eora liked to think of as the new crew, stood on edge. True the ship was sneaking out of the bay, and as of yet everyone ashore had not noticed, but still. Pirates didn't like keeping hostages.
The red coats all stood in the center of the ship, disarmed and alarmed...except for the Commodore, who seemed almost completely calm. Eora knew he had hid something within his quarters, but exactly what she wasn't sure. Eora tried to keep her itching curiosity at bay but was sure she would find the hunt most entertaining. Through her delight, she kept her eyes cold, but permitted a devilish smirk lift the corners of her mouth.
"Don't worry gentlemen," Eora said. "We don't plan to keep you here long."
As she expected, the Commodore spoke up. "Don't try to intimidate trained men of the royal navy, madam," he said collectedly. "We know full well we have limited time on this earth, whether it be ended by your or God's hand."
Eora allowed herself to grin as she approached him. "Ah, Commodore how intelligent you are to miss my meaning. I meant exactly what I said. You don't need to worry." She paused. "As soon as we clear the bay, we'll drop you off safe and sound to do as you please."
"I wonder where," Norrington said half sarcastically, thinking, 'We'll probably be dumped in some remote pirate isle...'
"Oh, I'm sorry, I thought I was clear," Eora said. Knowing that this was probably going to cost her, but willing to surrender to her whim, Eora signaled a pair of pirates. They anxiously grabbed a red coat by the collar and arms, drug him to the side of the ship and tossed him overboard. They were close enough to the port that someone would see, but it was worth seeing the red's helpless look as he fell. Ecstatic, Eora turned back to the Commodore, who, now getting the point of the demonstration, lost his pompous emotional chill. His mouth hung slightly open, his eyes widened ever so slightly.
"Gents," she finally said to her pirate crew. "Have fun."
Grinning and laughing, the entire pirate crowd began, one by one tossing the navy officers into the sea. They knew that the reds would most likely survive, but for now the mayhem was well worth the loss.
"Wait, wait, wait, wait," Eora said when they started to drag off a familiar looking Lieutenant. Ragetti and Pintel lost their smiles as they skidded to a halt. Eora smiled slyly at the officer and slowly unsheathed her new sword. The officer's eyes widened in surprise and apprehension. Eora flipped the hilt over in her palm. "I must thank you for this lovely gift, Lieutenant. This is excellently crafted," She began, watching the nervous man. "You had good taste in requesting such a fine metal." His eyes betrayed his realization. Contented with her jest, Eora looked up to the pirates. "Give Lieutenant Gillette a clean toss will you? Proceed."
Again grinning, the pirates tossed him.
Eora approached the Commodore, who was newly being brought to the side. She spun the man around so his back faced open water and snapped the flattened end of her blade onto his chest. Losing all pleasantness in her tone and posture, she brought her face just inches before his. They glared at each other, equally menacingly.
"I know what your hiding in your cabin, Commodore, and trust me, no one can hide anything...or anyone from me for long." Her partial lie did the trick as the Commodore's gaze softened then turned to terror. He glanced to his room. Eora had the pleasure of shoving the man back and down into the water. She turned back to her crew, the only ones left on deck.
"Search every hold," she ordered. "Anyone who shows themselves willingly will be taken prisoner...alive. Make sure to give that warning, but anyone else you find is fair game." She stopped Master Twigg from entering the Commodore's cabin. "Leave this one for me." Bitterly, he skulked away.
The door was still wide open, but as soon as Eora entered, she locked the glass decorated entry. She remained silent for sometime, analyzing the room. It was orderly. The desk organized, nothing out of place save...
Save for the bed. The sheets were all puled towards the end, hanging...no not hanging, covering a portion of the floor between the corner of the room and a dresser. Again flipping the hilt of her sword in her hand, Eora gripped it more firmly. She let it fall, edge first onto the sheets.
"You have till the count of three to come out, or you'll feel this blade closer to your skin than you'd like."
Nothing happened.
"One..."
Eora lifted the blade, ready to strike down.
"Two..."
She lifted it higher.
"Three!"
The covers flew up and back onto the bed. Eora swept her sword down and under the chin of the newly found young lady. "Ah...I must admit I was expecting a woman." She skirted the sharp edge of her blade on the woman neck, who looked menacingly back up at Eora. "Not one so bold as to tempt 'three,' but...a woman nonetheless. On your feet."
Elizabeth obeyed. "The Commodore will not stand for this," Elizabeth told the pirate.
"Well unfortunately for him, he won't be standing for anything awhile."
Elizabeth stared confused. Eora smiled. "Lets head out shall we? Don't want our gents to be worried 'bout either of us now do we?"
Stiffly, Elizabeth stepped out of her hiding place, wary of Eora's ready weapon, and allowed the pirate woman to lead her out into the sun.