Missing Crew..., ISO: Taylor

[Andante Shepherdson]

Andante was walking through Port Royal looking for the missing crew member. It was Taylor Elliot, the young lad...well, lass... Dante was surprised that no one else had noticed that the kid was a lass! Then again, she just assumed it was her own feminine intuition that told her. She didn't tell anyone, she was one of those people who tended to keep her nose out of other people's business. Besides, if she were going to get caught, let her get caught on her own time. And she certainly wasn't a tattletale. She assumed that Taylor didn't want anyone to know she was a she, so she said nothing. In fact, she was still wary of the crew members gazes, though she knew that they wouldn't touch her because she was basically Davy Jones' property. His personal organ tuner.

And that was why she felt safe.

They had begun loading up and Dante had bought a satchel full of fruit for herself and maybe Bootstrap Bill if he wanted some and was now hauling that around with her as she searched for the estranged crew member. She had a feeling that Taylor was once again trying to escape. She heaved a faint sigh and adjusted her leather cap so it hid her distinctly feminine features. Her braided hair was tucked into her jacket so that no one would see. As long as she was in Port Royal dressed in men's clothes, she had to act like a man.

"Damnit Taylor." she growled under her breath. " Where the hell did you get to?" She muttered to herself. It wasn't often that she cursed, but you know, this was starting to get old. She was fairly certain she had turned over just about every booth in the market. How much longer was she going to have to search before she found the runaway again?

[Taylor Elliot]

<sub>Taylor was strolling, not even bothering to dress like "Jamison". Today, she was Taylor Kathryn Elliot, just that, nothing more. No posing, but she would never wear those stupid dresses and corsets, never ever, ever.

Corsets were like death to her. Those things had to be crushing your poor internal organs. Taylor liked her organs! She wanted to keep them nice and un-squished as possible. Besides, she needed them to live.

She was just so happy right now, she could hug the stingiest old drunk. She was going to be getting on the Black Pearl, getting away from Jones! She was so happy, that she could-- bump into somebody.

She shreiked, launching a few feet back and landing flat on her rear, gulping. " S-s-s-sorry!!"</sub>

[Andante Shepherdson]

Not two seconds after she adjusted her hat did she feel something bump up against her rather forcibly, almost winding her. SHe was lucky to catch her bag before it completely fell of her shoulders, spilling all the fruit out. Luckily only two apples managed to escape. She growled faintly and muttered a 'Watch it' as she reached down to pick up the apples.

However, on her way back up as she straightened herself, her green eyes caught something. The eyes of the girl as she sat there on her rear. She wouldn't normally guess it was anyone she knew, seeing as the girl was dressed up with a corset and all, and even let out a shriek as she fell. A spark of discovery came to Dante's eyes, and they narrowed.

"You little... There you are." She hissed in a low whisper. Dante wasn't exactly amused, but she was insanely angry either. She was glad she had found her, but slightly annoyed that she had gone off and disguised herself. "What are you doing dressed up like this?" She asked, reaching her dirty hand out to Taylor. She gave her a sympathetic look over as she looked from the corset fitted chest down to the rest of the dress.

[Taylor Elliot]

<sub>"I'm in disguise!!!" Taylor said, jumping up and ripping herself away from Dante, shedding off the dress and throwing it at some guy. Underneath it were her regular clothes, pirate clothes, except she had to unlace to corset over top of them.

"Bloody hell, I'm neve' trying tha' again," she said with a cringe as she tossed the corset with the dress. " Me poor, poor organs," she said, rubbing over her stomach-area. "Those things kill yer ches'! 'ow do those people wear them!?"

"Ah! Don't take me back!!!! PLEASE!" she said, getting on her knees, folding her hands together and staring up at Dante with a pleading look. " I'll do anything, just don't take me back, please!!!"

No, no,no. She just found a way out of Port Royal. She was not going to leave now, not yet.</sub>

[Andante Shepherdson]

Dante's eyes widened as she watched Taylor basically rip the dress off and toss it at some wandering drunkard who took the dress rather happily and stumbled off. As she began to untie the corset, Dante shook her head and sighed, adjusting the shoulder strap on her satchel to fit her more comfortably. She was wearing pirate clothes underneath the dress.

"Did...did you just wear that corset over clothes? Are you crazy?!" she asked, her voice suddenly squeaking back to its normally higher pitched tone. She then correct herself and went back to the deeper sounding voice as she watched the pirate girl fall down to her knees, hands together in supplication, pleading with her not to take her back.

By then she had a bit of an audience. She glared at all of them, mostly women, and snarled. "It's my son. He's loopy." she snarled. Of course, most of the women blinked and wandered off, catching the supposed meaning of loopy. Homosexual. Well, that was one way to explain a man jumping out of a dress.

She lowered her head and hissed angrily at Taylor.

"Are you stupid?! Stop causing a scene." she said. After a moment of glaring at her, a pensive look came to Dante's green eyes.

"Look..." she started. She placed her hands on the girl's shoulders, looking down at her.

She came closer and began to whisper to her "I'm not going to help you escape, but if you go with me and suddenly disappear as we pass through a crowd at the docks... " she said, pausing to let her realise what exactly she was saying. She didn't need to finish her sentence. It was obvious that she meant that she wasn't going to 'notice' she had disappeared.

She gave her a faint smirk. Dante was loyal, but loyalty said nothing of technicalities.

[Taylor Elliot]

<sub>"I'm extremely off me rocke', haven' noticed tha' yeh'?" Taylor said, raising an eyebrow at Dante. Taylor was a little, well not a little, crazy. She was way out of her mind. She was so out of her mind, it wasn't even funny. She was off drifting with the moon, that's where the sane Taylor went.

OK, so she was sane, but not all the time. She'd do what was in her power to escape Davy Jones and the Dutchman and every on it. They scared her to death. Hell, she locked herself in room for three weeks when they first took her.

Taylor was about to yell about the "loopy" part. Nah-ah, she was NOT a homosexual! That just wasn't right. Taylor was perfectly normal for being an Elliot, well except for her father who'd been just about sane in every way.

She nodded a little, and she stopped begging. She watched as the crowd walked away, and she fell totally silent, not a single word escaping her lips. The only sound coming from Taylor was the faint sound of her breathing.

A grin passed over Taylor's lips.

This was great. She'd still get to leave, still get to go to Tortuga with a chance of getting away. She was feeling extremely lucky, extremely happy.

She smiled, beaming at Dante. " Thanks, mate."</sub>