Not a Proper Rescue [Active]

[damncorsets]

Character(s): Elizabeth Swann, open to all
Content: Elizabeth Swann arrives in Paixao
Setting: Inside Joutenheim Gate
Time: Evening
Warnings: None

Comments

[damncorsets]

She took the leaves from Lara, turning them over in her hands. They glinted, their lines perfectly etched and their stems smooth as marble. They were clearly the work of a master craftsman, and would have cost more than most families in Port Royal could ever dream of affording… and here they just grew on trees

[livingalegend]

"Really?" Lara replied, smiling a little. She would have to look through her family's records when she got back, in case Elizabeth's family had known Lara's own ancestors. "Perhaps our families knew each other. I'm afraid I'm away on business quite a lot, however." 'Business,' of course, generally meaning 'find an ancient death trap somewhere and walk right through the middle of it in able to obtain some obscure treasure'.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Miss Swann," the archaeologist said. SHe didn't curtsey or bow, but she did smile again. "I don't mind at all. There's a store not too far from here that sells clothing; I'll be happy to escort you there." Especially as the store, Auntie Unde's, wasn't so far from the Nifleheim gate, where she was supposed to be meeting Sonic. "You were on a deserted island? That sounds rather awful; perhaps this place is a nice change, then."

[damncorsets]

Elizabeth shrugged, falling into step with Lara, keeping her arms firmly braced over her chest. “The scenery was nice, the company was not. I should like to introduce you to Jack, simply to see his face when he discovers someone’s not heard of him.”

She did not know Jack very well and she didn’t have the highest opinion of him, but he was crucial if she were ever going to find Isla de Muerta. Barbossa had kept her locked in the galley on their voyage there - Elizabeth could identify no landmarks, no easts or wests. She had no way of returning without Jack’s help. Telling him that would be torture in itself.

“Is there a reason this place… Paixao, exists?” Elizabeth asked, glancing around with a mix of curiosity and skepticism. “The name is Portuguese, isn’t it? But the architecture suggests otherwise. What continent are we on?”

[livingalegend]

Lara chuckled. "One of those egotistical kinds, I take it?" She'd been around those kinds before, mostly enemies - Rutland, in fact, came to mind. "I've been to the Caribbean, though. It's really quite lovely." If nothing else, at least they could talk about that while they walked - Elizabeth did seem rather distressed by her situation, not that Lara blamed her. She wondered, though, if this "Jack" was even around here; she'd never heard of anyone by that name in the short time she'd been here thus far.

"I'm afraid I don't know the answer to that, but I fully intend on finding that out," came the reply. "Paixao is Portuguese, but it seems to be rather Victorian in contrast." She shook her head. "There's no sign of which continent we're on, or even if we are - this entire isle seems to be of the 'uncharted' kind. I've certainly never seen it on any map back home."

The nearest rain station was several meters from here, but it would stop relatively near Auntie Unde's. "I hope you don't mind walking; it's quite a way from here."

[damncorsets]

Elizabeth sighed. She was sick of uncharted waters and islands that couldn’t be found except by those who knew where to find them. She had longed for adventure all her life, but things were rapidly spiraling out of control. Undead pirates, she could handle. Misplaced Portuguese states, she was having trouble. Some sort of connection between the two would put her at ease.

“So there are others like us,” she said, deliberating. “How many? I assume the locals are the ones with blond hair and blue eyes. Are they always so… placid?”

Lara seemed unusually intelligent and driven for a woman, something Elizabeth was drawn to. It also made her optimistic to look at Lara’s hand and not see a wedding band there - to know that sometime in the future, women were not cultured to be meek and married off. But then, perhaps Lara was a widow. Somehow she didn’t seem the type.

If there was a way back to Elizabeth’s time, someone like Lara might be able to help her find it.