Sitting by the D O C K S // Open!

[HANNA BENNETT]

Loud. Animated. Inhebriated. Three words, fit perfectly to describe the island that was Tortuga, a true pirates haven in the eyes of many. To Hanna, it was home, the place where she had spent her childhood. And more than likely the place where she would spend the rest of her days. There had been two occasion where she had had the chance to escape the island, but only for so long... One time where she had sailed to Port Royale to visit a friend of her father who was getting married, and the other time was when her father had heard rumors about the navy coming to Tortuga. He had been so scared, he had taken his wife and Hanna to sea with him for a month... Of course, the Royal Navy never showed up in Tortuga, and after realizing that there was no ‘real threat’, he had taken them back home. A small frown pulled at the corner of the brunettes lip as she recalled the memory, and she slowed down in her stride. It was still fairly early, just a bit after noon if she wasn’t mistaken, and she had a few hours to go before having to ‘work’. She groaned inwardly at the though of another night at the Faithful Bride.

But that was her life, wasn’t it? The tavern girl, the one who has had incredible ammount of rum/grog/mead spilled on herself (And certainly had much more to come), the one who seemed to have two left feet and stumble over inexistant things that lay on the dirty ground... She rolled her blue eyes at her own thoughts, an hint of a smirk coming to linger at the corner of her lips. Her black boots hit the ground in a quick pace, and she held up her gray, tattered skirt to give her more freedom in her movements. Oh, she didn’t hold the piece of fabric too high, it was bundled at her knees really, but that already made moving around a bit easier. Her chest was covered by a white shirt, or well, it used to be white... Now, it looked more cream than anything, really. Over the shirt, she wore a dark red waistcoat, that was more fitting and probably made her look smalled than she already was, but hey! It was one of her favorite piece of clothing. Her brown hair was tangled, as it usually was, falling past her shoulders in messy waves and curls, flowing down to the middle of her back. She smiled softly when her destination came into view, and her boots hit the wood of the docks instead of dirt.

The docks were busy, as always. People hurried around, loading cargo onto their ship, under the watchful eye of the first mate. She made her way through the small crowd, and stopped when she saw something out of the corner of her eyes. A man had leaned forvard to pick up a crate, and something had fell from his pocket. Hanna stole a brief glance at her surrounding, and saw that people were too busy doing their work to have noticed anything. She smirked, and walked toward the object the man had dropped. “Oï! You! Dropped something there, mate!” she said in a soft tone, her voice not nearly loud enough so that the man, who was walking up the gangplank of whatever ship he was taking supplies into, could hear her. “Oh... Nevermind then.” She said, and leaned down, grabbing the small pouch from the planks, and then hurriedly turning around and making her way down the same path she had used to reach that point. She waved at an old sailor that she knew, said a hurried ‘’mornin’, Greg’ to another that had stopped in his track to greet her (Yeah, ‘HEY It’s the tavern girl! Hey, Tavern girl!’... Does that count as a greeting or what?!), and finally, once she reached the end of the docks, she stepped onto the beach.

The pouch she had picked up was clutched in her hand, and making sure the one she had ‘stolen’ it from wasn’t around, she opened it and poured it’s content in the palm of her open hand. She furrowed her eyebrows slightly, and shook her head. Half of a piece of eight, which she doubted would count as a ‘piece of four’, a golden button that had probably fallen from the sailors coat.... The cork of a bottle of rum, which she threw away over her shoulder... “Aaaah...” she sighed, shoving the button and half-a-piece-of-eight into the pocket of her waistcoat, holding up what now had her attention. A ring. Not the prettiest, but a ring none-the-less... A silver one, with some kind of red gem on it. She would say a ruby, but she wasn’t too sure... It vas a lady’s ring, too. The rufiant had probably stolen that from a wench her had ‘met up’ with while on land.... She put it on her right hands ring finger, and held her hand up to look at it. “Thank you, ye old sea dog. Appreciate it, I do.” She thought outloud, smirking as she looked towards the dock again... Her hand dropping to her sides again. She looked at the ships that were docked, and sighed softly, sitting down in the sand.

[JACK THE MONKEY]

Jack was on the docks looking as casual as a monkey could. He watched as a man dropped a pouch and a girl pick it up. He decided to see what was in it and so followed her.

He saw the coin and gold button. His eyes got big. He saw the ring but let her keep it. He stalked over to where she was and reached into her pockets and grabbed the stuff. He then scurried off.