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The atmosphere was dark and musty, the stench of damp straw and rat excrements seemed to perfume the air; what lo would this cage bare? A bunch of brigands suffering from the tall tales of a lazy eyed fellow who just couldn't get himself to zip his yapper..Filled to the neck with rum as it seemed, he kept weaving a tale of a strange incident of being marooned on an island with nothing but the hair on his back and the sun beating upon his brow.
"And then, on the fourth day, I roped myself a couple of sea turtles, lashed 'em together and made a raft." His eyes were locked on the inmate to his right who looked to broken to sit up right.
One curious young fae seemed to ring out from within the bars right across from the drunken narrator, "How did you tie them up?"
He responded casually, "With hair" he swayed in his signature drunken fashion while pointing his right index finger over his shoulder, "From my back" Reading the narrowed suspicious glance of the young maid frowned, "Have I threatened you before? You seem to hold a grudge against me.." he ranted.
"I don't believe so…I don't affiliate myself with pirates," she spat quite angrily.
It was then it hit ol Jack Sparrow, the same golden brown waves falling onto the girl's shoulders, that same suspicious distrusting glare, those sea blue eyes.."Where in heaven's name did she get that hat?"
The sound of heavy booted steps echoed throughout the creaking hull that harbored the cells filled to the brim with shackled pirates. "We're eer" came a broken English accent. A heavy man of approximately 200 pounds stomped upon the wooden flooring, his one eyed glare was enough to curdle dairy. Standing in front of Jack Sparrow's cell frowned and pointed, "This one" before turning to Jack's inmate spitting upon the older man's foot. "Get this one ready too, he won't be worth much, but the heck, it's bout time we get some new blood in ere."
The girl across the cell in a dirty rider's attire and feathered trecorne had her head bowed quite low so that her eyes were pointing to the ground as she attempted to avoid eye contact. She knew what lay beyond these wooden walls, a market- a slave market. Why would Silvia sell her off? Heartbroken and betrayed she really felt hopeless- no amount of schooling could have prepared her for this. Her only hope was that if her mother had sent word and that an armada was out searching for her. Alas she knew her chances were very low, keeping the ring that bore her family's seal tucked away in a chain around her neck in fear of someone snitching it; had learned the hard way what kind of treatment would be born of a person of her status in these parts. A lot of these folk seemed to have a grudge of their own upon those of a higher standing per se. Passing herself off as a stable hand wasn't easy though-specially with her attire-but she managed it claiming she had worked for the governor and that their posh lifestyle had to be reflected even upon their able hands. Fate surely must've had something held against her, for the moment the man glanced over her cell he automatically pointed a stubby index finger her way, "This one should fetch quite a price" he smirked a malicious smirk before opening the barred door and grabbing the fae by the wrist-yanking her out as he did. A dirty eye sized her up, which resulted in a backhanded slap across his right cheek which sent his eye patch and hat flying off. "Ohhhohoooo" he laughed sinisterly, "This one's a sassy one" he snickered, "Take'er away!" he boomed shoving her forward into the open hands of a young lad with a hungry eye of his own.
"She should do well in that dress you picked off that western trader" he called out, "The one those wretches wore in those saloons the yank talked bout" the young lad laughed meeting the eye of ol Jack who seemed to hold a mirrored reflection of his own. "What'da lookin at you ol spoof" he hissed.
Jack in his nonchalant stance wobbled about the knee before finally realizing that he'd been staring at the lad who'd handled the maid. "ehy?" was all Jack could muster.
Figuring the man was too drunk to be actually held accounted for his actions, the young lad just shrugged the statement off before shoving the girl in one of the cabins and tossed her a red dress in which he'd stuffed a dagger deep within its folds. The frock had a built in corset, striped with black along the sides to outline a feminine form strung up with a black sash. The skirt was up to the knee and also had a black lace decorating the rim while a red ruffled bow was tied behind the back. The off the sleeves top with a low neck line was meant to highlight the feminine 'qualities' that men would find quite flattering in the general light. "You have got to be joking." Came the disgusted remark of Marie.
"Hey you should be grateful, he was going to make you wear the transparent toga." With a charmingly annoying sly smirk the lad had closed the door behind him.
Not wanting to wear anything transparent, Marie frowned and put on the dress which revealed too much skin for her taste. She wasn't as busty as the typical maid who'd adorn such a dress would be, and was glad no line of cleavage was going to be revealed. For once she had strung up the corset from top to bottom to make sure no extra skin would be revealed making her feel quite stiff and insecure. The black trecorne actually had matched the outfit in one way or other, and was glad she didn't have to give it up for it was her only remembrance of home. Her mother had spoken of a father she never met, who had worn such a cap once-upon-a-time.. Sighing deeply figured things could have gotten much worst, at least no man had laid a hand upon her-for that she was eternally grateful. The bow was quite wide, and she figured she could use it as a shawl to cover her shoulders, and as she swung the piece of red silky material she was surprised to hear a metallic clang strike the floor, in harmony with something falling outside a second later. Eyes fell upon the object and froze. What lay before her could be the key to her salvation, a single dagger seemed to be glinting up at her. Not in the position to question the twist in the tide quickly wrapped the bow around her torso and stuck the dagger to her left side underneath it.
Meanwhile outside of the cabin, the young lad seemed to be standing with much annoyance. Why did girl's take so long to dress anyway? It was then his Quarter Master walked by, the moment the metallic clang of the dagger sounded from within. Eyes wide quickly dropped his own dagger just as the heavy chunk of a man paused and stared him down with a frown. "Clumsy fool." He cursed before barging into the cabin; raising a panicked outlook from the young lad.
Marie screamed the moment the Quarter Master had stomped in giving her a stare that sent shivers up her spine. "That'll do" he spat before grabbing her wrist once again and led her outside.