You're a marked man Jack Sparrow.
Lauren set off to find the Black Pearl. She had been on it once, and that was when she was captured by Barbosa. She had escaped, though. You see, Lauren wasn't an ordinary girl. As you know, she is a pirate. A very good one in fact. She had been caught nurmerous times. Be it, by other pirates, or the West Idian Trading Company. Oh, yes she was quite popular for a girl her age. She was nine teen.
After a few days of searching, she saw it. The ship with black sails. She rowed over to it and hoisted herself on the rope. Her sword and pistol in her belt. She held on to her hat as the wind blew through it. She jumped on the deck. Her stolen shillings jingling in a pouch hooked to her belt. She did a strut like walk to the door of the Captain's home.
"Hello, Jack Sparrow." she whispered to the curtained room.
"Hello to you, too." she whipped around, the man himself stood before her. Gazing into her seaweed green eyes.
"H-how are you?" she asked as he patted her down.
'Fine and you?" he asked.
"Peachy." she said.
"Great." he said, standing up. He took her right wrist. "Now, will I find anything here?" his rum-smelling breath filled her nose. Strangely, she found it attractive. She shrugged. He pulled up her sleeve to reveal a burn marked 'P' on it, and sword tattoo.
"Well, Lauren Smith I presume?" he asked. She nodded.
"Last time I saw you, you were in those lovely bars at the place where Swan lives." he said.
''Last time I saw you, you were on an island. Lemme guess, roped a couple of turtles with the hair off your back?" she asked, he grinned, revealing golden teeth.
"Yes." he said.
"Thought so." She said.
"And, how old are you?" he asked her.
"N-nine teen." she answered. She had just asked that question to the boy on the other ship. She remembered she was to bring the ship to Davy Jones.
"Well, Lauren, welcome aboard the Black Pearl." he said.
