Blow the man down

[bonneypirate]

Anamaria didn't apologize. She never explained herself and had long ago jettisoned guilt, sending it to the depths with other weaknesses like sympathy and mercy and faith. She made her choices and be damned anyone who didn't agree or understand. It was a strategy that had served her faithfully for nigh on thirty years, perhaps more (she really

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[one_eyed_rags]

Hearing the screach of the Hellbitch, Ragetti poked his head up from his place below deck and climbed the stairs enough so that he could see her as well.

"Ain' seen no whelp, bu' met a man dat look jus' like 'im. Nice fella, gonna give me a tatto whens I figure out whot ta trade." He rattled aimlessly as he grinned with her, puffing his chest and craning his neck as he obviously tried to flaunt his eye-patch.

[bonneypirate]

So Ragetti had met Regulus, well, wasn't that a treat.

"And how's a mangy seadog like yourself going to find anything worth trading?" called back the pirate lass. Those as knew her well would have heard the amusement in the question.

[one_eyed_rags]

He shrugged and climbed a few more stairs, but for the most part was still below deck.

"I dunno. Steal, build, make summat or sexual favors?" He said the last one with a grin and a sharp giggle, shaking his head at the ridulous thought of anything like that happening with a bloke that looked anything like Turner. The thought was just funny. "Figure I'll trade work or summat. 'e might need summat done, I'll offer ta do i'."

Cerberus yipped from his place by a cannon and Ragetti looked down and shushed him, finger to his chapped lips before looking back to the pirate wench innocently.

[bonneypirate]

Knowing Regulus, the sexual favors were probably less out of the question than Ragetti imagined. But that was hardly her place to say.

"Aye now, I'm sure you'll come up with something. I see you're sporting a new bit of shine." She indicated his eye-patch.

"The Captain's about bringing mutts on board?" she looked surprised.

[no_more_rum]

There Jack was, sprawled on his back on the deck of the Pearl, periodically lifting his compass up to his face to see if it's pointing anywhere new yet. It mostly just spins, these days--round, and round, and round she goes, and where she stops?

Nobody knows.

Anamaria's voice jolts him from his thoughts and he staggers to his feet, peering over the deck. "You know," he says conversationally, "you might just come aboard and find him yourself."

[bonneypirate]

Shading her eyes against the sun, her hat on her back, Anamaria squinted up at Jack. Her free hand rested on her hip where her men's breeches were hanging low, barely held on by the knot of rope she used in place of a belt. She'd tied her shirt up as well, leaving her belly bare. It was a gentler look than she usually went for.

"Is he up there then? I wouldn't want to come all the way up if the whelp isn't in residence."

[no_more_rum]

"Alas," Jack says, shaking his head, "he's not aboard. I expect if you're that keen on finding him you might try back in the woods. Look for the glowing rocks. What could it be," he adds, twirling a hand carelessly, "that you might need with the young Master Turner?"

[bonneypirate]

Glowing rocks. Of course. So it was one of those days with Jack, then. "Now, Jack. As you're not Turner, it's hardly any of your business to know, is it not?" She flashed him a smile. "I do promise that I intend to leave him all in one piece. I'm not aiming to rid you of a crew member."

[aye_avast]

Will was actually walking down the beach, returning to the Pearl from his wonderful new forge. He rolled his eyes at Anamaria's bellow and said from several feet behind her, "I'm right here, Anamaria." His arms crossed lightly over his chest, one eyebrow raised quizzically as he waited to find out what she wanted of him.

He suspected he wouldn't much care for it. She seemed happiest when he was miserable, or at least painfully confused.

[bonneypirate]

She spun around on her heel and crossed her arms defensively under her breasts. And she'd been in such a good mood. "There you are. You've made yourself bloody hard to find then, Turner." From the accusatory tone in her voice, this was clearly something he'd done just to spite her.

She stalked across the intervening distance and stopped in front of him, tilting her head way back so she could look at his face. Sometimes she forgot how much taller he was than she. "I need to talk to you." She cast a look back over her shoulder like she expected to find Jack hanging over the railing of the Pearl, trying to listen in. "Somewhere else."

[aye_avast]

"What? I--" Will gestured toward the ship, then back over his shoulder. He'd really only been in one of two places for the past week. But he realised it was pointless to argue, so he stopped and sighed, nodding. "All right. Follow me." He turned and headed back the way he'd come, glancing over his shoulder to make sure she was following.

[bonneypirate]

Of course it didn't matter where he'd been the past week, she was only interested that he'd not been where she'd expected him to be when she'd gone looking for him.

Because she hated following where anyone led (this was part of the reason she preferred to captain her own ship), Anamaria lengthened her strides until she caught up to Will and kept her pace matched to his so they were side by side. She said nothing.