PIRATES!!!!!!!!!!!!! :D :D :D :D P)

alright, I'll talk to Rose when she gets on again

(Actually, we're on our way to Port Royal.)

Rose: I heard talking at the front of the boat, but ignored it. I layed on my back, gazing up at the white holes in the sky the world calls stars.

OH! haha my bad.... too bad anonymous isnt on though... *tear*

that sucketh.....

indeedeth

heh heh. :3

Tara: "Alright then. What are you doing out here at this hour?"

Dylan: "Watching the stars. Can't sleep, see. Never been able to."

Tara: "Me neither. But I'm also watching the stars for tracking purposes," I rolled out my sheet of thick paper, so I could mark down the alignments from tonight.

Dylan: I chuckled in spite of myself.

Tara: I turned around with a skeptical expression. "What are you laughing at?"

Dylan:"Nothing, nothing." I paused in thought. "I knew you'd be the cartographer from the second I saw you talking to the captain..."

Tara: I suppressed an eye roll. "I somehow doubt that, since you referred to me as 'the barmaid'. Not that the skimpy outfit helped." I was now in more modest clothing, though much of what I owned was still formfitting.

Dylan: I shrugged. "I call people a lot of things, regardless of what their position is. Personally I don't see the point in you barmaids wearing those outfits. It's like youre screaming to get raped."

Tara: I stiffened. Was he actually sober? It didn't seem like it. "That does happen on occasion." I rolled up my paper, preparing to go back down to my cabin.

Dylan: "So my theory's been supported. If you detest that job so much, why do you stay there?"

Tara: "Family run business. No choice. This was my only way out, and I wasn't let go willingly." I chose my words carefully, not wanting to give away too much. Not to a complete stranger.

Dylan: I laughed shortly again. "Glad to have you aboard then..."

Tara: "Thank you...? Goodnight." I walked across the deck and down the short flight of stairs, to my cabin.

Dylan: I didn't answer, but merely sat in the chair still, and waited to see if i'd get any sleep tonight.

((next day?))

no... lets go into detail about their dreams... XD yeah... next day

((bahaha *crickets* hah Anywho, you start!))

Dylan: I woke up slowly, realizing I had fallen asleep in the chair. I got up and cracked my back. "Morning!" i shouted to the crew

Tara: I hurried up on deck, just in time to hear Dylan greet everyone. Wow, he had slept on that chair? That rickety old thing?! Well, whatever, not my issue. I took out my compass.