I run with a d a n g e r o u s crowd, && o p e n ;;

[Jack Sparrow]

"I's not just you, but seems everyone mistakes me for being.. a resident."

He paused for a moment, looking just over Taylor's shoulder to a stand where a man was trying to keep a live chicken at bay - and rather unsuccessfully. His eyes darted back and forth between him and the girl before him, before finally stopping on the latter.

"That's not always a bad thing," he replied smartly as he turned his body slightly and began picking his way through the mulling Port Royal dwellers. He had highly hoped she would start following him, as managing his way back through the people to seek Miss Elliot out was not very far up on his fancy-ta-do list.

"I've stolen from a ship while I was still on it...."

"A bold young lass," he acknowledged after her tale had been completed. It seemed that she too had a pension for rum; otherwise, it was highly unlikely that she would have made sure to have it before her grand get-away.

He admired her escape techniques mentally. It wasn't every day that one ran into a woman that was fully capable of picking locks, nevertheless managing to free herself from a captivity scene. It was hard enough for a man to do such a thing, but for a single lady to have done so was more than interesting.

Very interesting.

"Whatev'r you say, Sparrow."

For a brief moment, he considered snatching the bottle away from her as it was placed back inside the sack she carried, though he didn't want to seem like he was soley dependant upon it. Yes, it was fairly important to him, but it most certainly wasn't everything.

Just a good part of everything.

"Right," he said once the lip of the rum bottle was no longer visible. He ripped his gaze from where it used to be seen, and redirected his stare to the aforementioned stand. "Shall we get a move on wit' thing, then?"

[OOC: Lol, what on Earth would make it think that!?]

[Taylor Elliot]

<sub>|OoC: Dunno, but it happened on my friend's PSP. He couldn't IM his girlfriend from it cause it thought she was porno o.o|


"No, I guess it's not, though everyone thinks my name is Jamison Elliot, though when they try to find me they end up finding every bit of information ever released about the deceased map maker," she said with a grin. Of course, she actually went by Jamison Elliot the Second, like she was his son, though, Jamison never had a son.

She always seemed to confused people. especially her distant relatives, the ones she never saw, though the ones that heard about the shipwreck. Her poor grand father would have a hernia had he found out she was with Jones, of course, not by choice, but it would change matters, would it? She was still there, trapped into this whole mess without an escape rope.

Taylor actually seemed to paused and look at him when he called her bold. "I didn't.. think it was that much," she said with a shrug. She knew it was a bit of an obstacle, but she never thought that it was any harder than having to perfect her posture, clothing, looks, all to make herself look.. not like Taylor.

She learned everything she knew from her father, grandfather and the rest of the crew. It just happened that they looked out for her enough to teach her to defend herself. She taught herself the rest, after they died.

Taylor noddeda little bit, following quickly after him, sifting through the crowd, seemingly unnoticed as they walked in almost plain sight. She always seemed to go unnoticed, wich was good for most pirates.

"Yes, let's hop to it."</sub>

[Jack Sparrow]

"Everyone thinks my name is Jamison Elliot."

He snapped his fingers upon hearing the first name and placed his foot down upon the ground a little harder than he normally would have, and with great gusto he turned around. "Ai, tha's the one!" he cried in a voice just a mite too loud for comfort.

As though to clear things up by means of his earlier thought process, Jack added, "Couldn' place where I'd 'eard the las' name before. So you're the child of good ol' Jamison? Good man, I 'eard 'e was."

Of course, he never had known him personally, nor would he particularly have liked too. It seemed that whenever he got mixed with the big boys and the high names, trouble was abound for Jack. However, having his child aboard the ship may not have been too bad of a thing. Chances were that she had some of the navigational skill in her that flowed through Jamison's veins. If that was the case, luck was on his side.

"When they try to find me they end up finding every bit of information ever released about the deceased map maker."

He bit his tongue in order to keep from telling her anything about how useful in that department she would be on the ship. Rather, he told her, "Ya can't say you don' understand their reasoning though, luv. It's quite a nat'ral instinct if you look at it in the righ' light."

"I didn't... think it was that much."

Someone had said long ago that the smallest of things could make the greatest of differences in the world. Back then, Jack thought that it was nothing more than a load of cock and bull, but he had never said that to anyone. To the very day, it was the same way.

However, to make the world a little brighter and himself seem a little wiser, he said to Taylor, "Even if it's no' 'tha' much,' it can still be something," even if he had no idea what he was on about.

"Yes, let's hop to it."

Before he sent her on her way to do the aforementioned task, Jack looked down at her from at the slope of his nose and asked her, "You do 'ave a plan of attack, do you not?" and waited for an answer. Hopefully, she wouldn't be running in there with no idea what she was doing; it could only spell out disaster if she did.

[OOC: Huh. That's just some wacked up computer there, eh?]

[Taylor Elliot]

<sub>|OoC: My computer is just wierd.|


Taylor laughed. " Jus' realized what the name Elliot meant, eh?" she said with a grin, pulling a black ribbon from her pocket. She took the ribbon, tightly pulling her hair into a tight pony tail. She brushed some loose hair from her face, tucking it behind her ears.

"Yes.. A lot'a people seemed to like 'im," she said with a nod. "He had great business when we weren't on his ship," she said, remembering how busy the shop had always been, since the shop would close when they were out hunting their treasures, or just out exploring the oceans. Either way, the shop had more business than ever when they came back.

Taylor had never really tried to make maps. She knew the oceans, and the winds, and sometimes the currents, but she always guessed it was pure luck. She didn't really beleive that navigational skills could travel through genetics, though she did live on a ship with him.

Taylor nodded. " Yeah, I guess so," she said, reaching into a pouch on her belt. The tip of her right index finger dusted with kohl, she closed an eye, rubbing it around it, rimming it in thick black again. She dusted her finger again, rubbing her other eye.

She reached into her bag again, pulling out the sleeves she'd ripped out. One at time, she pulled them up each arm, knotting them discreetly to hide her small arms. All in that one second, she was looking like Jamison Elliot the Second, her other half.

"I'm not that off my rocker.. to not have a plan," she said with a bit of a laugh, clearing her throat a little to deepen her voice.</sub>

[Jack Sparrow]

"Jus' realized what the name Elliot meant, eh?"

He made as though to nod his head in assent, to tell her yes, but that was not his intention from the start. No, he was to do what he normally did with people when said chance arose. Just as his head completed a single bob up and down, he stopped it and said, "No."

Squaring his shoulders in something of a slight professional manner, he continued: "What pirate in their righ' mind doesn't know who to associate the name 'Elliot' with?" His grin was practically screaming 'liar,' but he held his own nonetheless.

And so it was confirmed: It was a terrible lie that she would see through with no problem at all.

"Yes.. A lot'a people seemed to like 'im. He had great business when we weren't on his ship,"

"Even then I'd wager he drove in the work," Jack countered, and meant it. Anyone on sea that could take part in the charting was undoubtedly of great asset, especially when they could tolerate the rocking of a ship on open water.

Jack, in a way, was lucky that he could do a small bit of cartography when it came to it. However, the lines and markings and angles and degrees easily got to him, and he couldn't take doing anything with the pencil for longer than necessary, and therefore relied soley on his compass rather than the charters that could very well have been made instead.

"I'm not that off my rocker... to not have a plan."

His brows knit downward just slightly and he asked of her, "Well then? What might it be, then?"

Sure, he would very well have seen it in a matter of moments; however, he would rather know what hell was to befall them before the time came, just as a forewarning.

[OOC: I'm wierd, so it's all good. ]

[Taylor Elliot]

<sub>Taylor, or Jamison as she was dressed as now, laughed at Jack's nod, answer and ridiculous grin. " Liar," she said, joking with him. She couldn't help but grin at him. He'd nodded in agreement with her, rplied with a no, and then grinned like someone out of Jones' Crew trying to sneak onto his ship.

Or, bad example. Somebody from his crew trying to sneak on Jones' ship. Much better, it didn't single out Taylor that way. She was sort of sneaking onto his ship, in a way. She would have stayed with the crew, though she wasn't quite sure that Captain Sparrow and the crew would be all too fond of it.

"When we were docked sometimes, he'd show me how to draw the map, though me lines were never straight at all," she said with a grin. " He said I was supposed to be his protege, and by the time I was sixteen, which would have been now, I'd have perfected it. It looks like neither really happened," she said, with a bit of a broken grin, trying to hide the fact that the memory killed her inside.

Why was she the lucky one that got to survive the crash and get taken by Jones? Why did they have to be on that ship? Why did her parents have to die, and why did Jones have to come in the first place?

She grinned a little, holding out her bag. "I'm going to need you to hold this, please," she said with a nod. "Well, me plan is.. to get in, I'm going to play it off as innocence, like they think I am, I'm going to get on board, looking like I just may have forgotten me bag on board, so with that, I will have to use the trusty little blade I have.." she said, lifting up the leg of her pants to reveal a blade tied with black cloth to the bottom of her calf and near her knee.

"I will first look for the lifeboats, and I will lower one discreetly into the water, then, I will venture into the cargo hold. Continuing, I shall gather the supplies, find a thin spot in the wood, preferrably near the lowered life boat, cut through the thin spot, quietly load everything into the boat, including myself, and I will row away and laugh as the ship fills with water and just wait how long it takes for them to notice that there's a hole in the bottom of their ship," she said with a large grin.

|OoC: Yanzikwabar is wierd too ;D hence the Chyfoobee haha |</sub>

[Jack Sparrow]

"Liar."

"Not quite," ammended the pirate as he adjusted his hat and held a finger up to halt her accusations. For a moment, he had to consider what it was, if not a liar, he was at the moment. There was nearly nothing that he could say, though, as he was caught like a mouse in a trap.

However, he wasn't about to give in to defeat, even though he had all ready fallen three feet under and twelve more deep into the hole he was digging himself. Instead, he shrugged his shoulders downward and tried to explain himself:

"I knew. I just . . . more or less allowed it to slip me mind."

Cough. Coughcough.

He listened with rapt attention as Taylor shared with him her plan of attack. After only a moment of thought thereafter, he declared: "I like it. However, I don't see at which point it is that I get out of here at."

[Gah, short and terribly sucky. Sorry!]

[Taylor Elliot]

"Oh, sure," Taylor said, quite sarcastically. She grinned a little again, noticing how he still, though Taylor had completely revealed him, tried to cover up the fact that he was lying through his gold teeth.

"Uh.." Taylor said, scratching at her chin, trying to see whether or not she should accept his excuse. She shrugged a bit. "I guess I'll accept that one.." she said, grinning a little.

"Well, I'll rephrase it then.." she said nodding. "We both get on because I am 'friends' with the captain. I will lower the boat, you go into the cargo hold. You have more knowledge of what your crew needs, so it would be fitting.. Well, OK, you slice through the thin spot in the wood, I climb over the side of the boat as we get into the life boat and row far, far away from the ship, got me?" she said, nodding to make sure he understood.

Everyone she knew tended to be amazed by how her mind worked, and she was only sixteen. She had the wit of her mother, but the cunning of her father and grand father. People called it a perfect combination of the two's minds. Taylor called them insane.


|OoC: It's okiez, you don't wanna know how short some of mine have been.|

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