Earlier that day;
"Sparrow! SPARROW!" Tudor had to yell over the noise of the crowed she found in the tavern, despite the late-afternoon hour. She finally caught up to Jack as he sat emptying a flagon next to the bar. "All the powder, shells and new blades and muskets are bought. They're loaded and ready to go. But you can't expect me to outfit the ship – that's what you're here for!" When The Pearl had made berth an hour earlier, it was quickly decided only two would go ashore, to acquire the supplies needed. Tudor's connections in weapon's dealings made her a likely candidate, and no one else knew the ship's need better then Jack.
Quickly, though, Tudor began to wonder if taking Jack into Tortuga and still planning on accomplishing anything was more then a little naïve.
"Come and have a drink, love." He gave a wobbly smile as she walked up to him. He had disappeared half an hour ago while Tudor was haggling about sword prices, and he had clearly been here since.
"No time." She glared at him. "Look, we're never going to accomplish everything we need and get out of here by sundown if you keep spending all the 'G' on 'R' and 'W's." She said harshly, quizzing him on his letters while lecturing him.
" . . . all the 'gold' on 'rum' and . . . what was 'W' again?"
"Whores." Tudor said, the slightest tone of resentment in her voice as a barmaid sidled up to Jack, bust spilling over the top of her bodice.
"Wouldn't that start with 'H'." A look of confusion spread on his animated face.
"Remind me to teach you about silent letters sometime." Her glaring had not dissuaded the girl, who was now wrapping her arms around his shoulders. She rolled her eyes and reached into her pocket and fished out 2 gold coins and pressed them into the girl's hand. "Take the night off, love." The girl trotted off smiling.
"Oy!" Sparrow bellowed to the barkeep, across the room. "More 'R' for the 'C'!" The man nodded and started making his way over to Jack.
Tudor clenched her teeth in frustration and with an angered speed she retrieved a pair of handcuffs from her belt and slapped one around Jack's wrist, and the other around her own. "No more wandering off! We're leaving – NOW!" She said, using every ounce of strength in her short frame to haul him off his stool.
The barkeep just sent the warring duo a bemused look as she tried to make her way to the streets and as he tried to return to the bar.
