Right off the beach, near the trees, there is a small inlet that's perfect for skinny-dipping. (Or bathing, if the mood takes you.)  It's quiet and secluded, and one of the better places to relax on the island, if the mood takes you.  On the shoreline of said inlet, there is a pile of clothes and a pair of sandals.  There is also a beautiful young ( Read more... )

The man who stumbles into the hotel is smartly dressed and seems as if he would the type to be well-groomed if not for the fact that he looks as if he just wandered out of an unpleasant portion of hell. It takes him a moment to notice his own state, staring around at the hotel lobby in confusion. When he does, he straightens up, trying to smooth ( Read more... )

The young beautiful Elizabeth Swan stood on the dock letting the breeze catch her hair she shivered slightly. Wiping the beads of water off her face. She pulled out the small envelope she had acquired when she first got the island and looked at it, opening it she noticed a key and attached it to a chain around her neck. Her eyes going from the ( Read more... )

A head pops up in the water along the beach, and bobs there for a very long minute. Rogue could still smell the marsh water clinging to her hair, but the taste in her mouth was definitely sea salt. She hadn't fallen unconscious when the boat tipped over sending Remy, Jean Luc, and herself into the land of the crocodiles. But apparently in the time ( Read more... )

St. Patrick's Day. Ah, that delightful time of here, when a young man's fancy turns to ( Read more... )

A normal person would just walk through the door and head for the front desk, but we're severely lacking in any sort of normality here. Instead, the door inches slowly open, as if whoever's pushing it hopes no one notices they're arriving, and in swaggers a sopping wet pirate, saltwater dripping from his dreadlocks, beard, and clothes. Like any ( Read more... )

A middle-aged man enters, trying his best to look unobtrusive. When he sees that he's in a hotel, of all places, he does a bit of a double-take and attempts to straighten himself up. He certainly doesn't look in the best of shape, his wig's askew and his clothes are a little mussed, but it's worth a try to look respectable, anyway ( Read more... )

And enters a large dirty scraggly man. Looking amazingly confused. Even for him.

"... Right, where'd I end up, 'ere?"

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In walks a soggy, efficiently rumpled-looking young woman.

"Scarlett! Scarlett, where are you?" She turns round in the lobby, looking very confused. She tries to wring out her dripping skirts, with little success. "'ello?" Sitting down, she wails, "Is anyone here?" and begins to sniffle.
"What's goin' on?"

(typist: this would be Giselle of Tortuga, ( Read more... )

Enter a youngish man, looking thoroughly bedraggled and quite soaked. He's lost both wig and hat, and is looking around rather dazedly -- because the last thing he knew, he'd jumped overboard from a quickly sinking ship, and now he's in civilization, of all places. So he straightens up and attempts to make himself look presentable, but mostly ( Read more... )