Jack pushed his way past people as he carried on running through the busy streets on Tortuga. On the odd occasion he bumped into people and in the odd reaction someone would attempt to lash out at him. Eventually though, he collided with one very muscular body. "Sorry mate." He groaned as he rubbed his forehead. Jack looked up to see the person scowling down at him and raising a fist. "Beggin' your pardon sir, I –"
"Sir?!" The giant roared. In a fairly odd, deep woman's tone.
"I mean ma'm!" Jack waved his hands frantically. "I didn't notice your feminine glow with that rugged hair and stubble."
The woman roared again as Jack suddenly cottoned on that his comment probably wasn't the best save. She lowered her closed hand towards the pirate. It only missed him by inches as he threw himself out the way and carried on with his dash. He could hear her rampage behind him still.
The portcame into sight. Though it was hard to see exactly what was going on...clouds of black smoke hovered above the docks and around the ships. Well the few that weren't sailing away. Jack squinted and scanned the area. He trailed his gaze above the haze, identifying the blurs which were actually sails. Finally darker shades of black loomed through the thinner lining of the cloud. The Pearl! Jack realised.
Screams filled the air as cannon fire began. Men and women scattered in all directions apart from the half that joined in with the violence. The atmosphere carried the cries and shouts, and booms and snaps. Jack manoeuvred through the lively crowds. A man ran wildly past him, smacking a broken bottle against Jack's cheek on the way. He staggered sideways, bumping into more citizens. Someone else soon pushed Jack off of them, which resulted in more run-ins and yet more shoving. Eventually he hit the floor. Hard. Only to have the screaming crowds trample past him and kicking him accidently as they cleared the area. Jack winched in pain trying to roll out the way, but a heavy boot to the head knocked him out.
Torrie ducked low behind a stack of crates and barrels. Most of the citizens had cleared the harbour but the ones that stayed to fight. Another cannon fired. Torrie's eyes widened and she quickly dived to the floor as it whizzed past her body. Wood splints scattered everywhere. Luckily none big enough to spear the girl or cut her too badly.
"Bloody pirates!" She growled. Torrie wasn't a fan of violence. Especially violence such as what was happening before her. Thankfully she was pushed into a place of safety. Torrie had returned to the docks in order to hopefully catch a ride off Tortuga. However she returned at the wrong time.
Torrie glanced over a scorched crate. She noticed slightly off the docks, a few ships were at battle. One she noticed in particular. The Cursed Python. Hook's ship. She stared out at it in horror. Had she bought out his temper so badly that he went on a rampage?
Her thoughts were suddenly interrupted. A pirate collapsed to the floor beside her, a deep gash across his face, through his eye and deep into his flesh. Blood oozed from the wound as well as from the one where a cutlass had been forced through his chest. Torrie let out a scream as the dying man choked on his final breath. She shuffled backwards staring at the horrific corpse, eventually gathering control of herself. She edged her way between the wooden boxes and cocooned herself, covering her ears in attempt to drown out the sounds of battle around her. She rested her head on her knees closing her eyes tightly. She was beginning to get scared. The echoing of cannon fire, gun shots, yelling, screaming and cries of pain, danced around her mind. Torrie heard another crate smash followed by the strangled scream of someone. It sounded too close for comfort...yet she was too frightened to move. Was she doomed as well?