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[bringmethatnpc]

Hot and hazy, night settles over Singapore with an ominous quiet, wreathing the docks and narrow waterways in shadows. Not many people are about, and in the absence of voices, the sound of a sharp cleaver making short work of a fish echoes dully around the creaking wooden boards of bridges and buildings. Below, the soft swish of water against

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[try_corsets]

"The bell has been raised from its watery grave... do you hear its sepulchral tone? A call to all, pay heed the squall and turn your sails toward home."

In the weeks she's had to learn it, Elizabeth Swann has come to love the song for what it is and what it represents. Here, near the docks and beneath the raised city, it's more than just a pirate call to arms; it's their guarantee of safe passage. She sings clearly but softly, intending to be heard only by those who might seek to delay them, and punts through the water with a long, thin pole.

The boat drifts beneath a bridge as a troop of East India Company agents marches overhead with synchronized efficiency. Outwardly calm, Elizabeth falls silent and holds the pole in the water to prevent a splash. Only when she's certain the men are moving in the opposite direction does she begin to sing again.

"Yo ho..."You're enjoying this, aren't you?" Tonks hisses from the bow, arching an eyebrow under the brim of her wide hat. They pick up a burst of unexpected speed, leaving a

[try_corsets]

Following Tai Huang and his men along dark, narrow streets, Elizabeth stays close to Tonks and alert for danger. "Have you heard anything from Will?" she asks Barbossa, quietly.

It still grates that Will left without a word, but Elizabeth is determined to treat the subject with nonchalance.

"I trust young Turner to recover the charts." Wryly amused, Barbossa spares her a quick, pointed glance. "And you to remember your place in the presence of Captain Sao Feng."

"Is he that terrifying?" Elizabeth retorts, just short of openly scoffing at the idea. She's seen undead pirates, rotten flesh hanging from their bones, and those who are living are decidedly less formidable

[bushel_o_apples]

They move through the stifling heat and moistness of Sao Feng's lair, conscious of the many pairs of eyes following them with cold, calculating glances, Barbossa returning them with haughtiness. It never pays to show that you know you are at a disadvantage. And of course, if Gibbs has made his part, they aren't. As they approach the dais at the very further end of the bath house, clouds of steam part slowly to reveal the figure of Sao Feng, his elaborately decorated gown being adjusted by two identical women dressed in black tunics. Slowly Sao Feng, Pirate Lord of Singapore turns around to greet his guests

[bushel_o_apples]

There's no time to ponder, though, as the clouds of steam rise around the dais and Sao Feng steps down towards Barbossa, one hand on the hilt of his sabre… No, not on but gripping it

[pirate_gibbs]

They made their way through the murk and the muck. It was best for all if no one thought about what was in the river. Best if they kept to the job