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

Dylan: I shrugged. "There's a first for everything."

((hello children))

((hello child))

Tiffany: she continued to make some final touches on her sketch. "True that."

Dylan: Mhm... "You accept changes that easily?" We'll see...

Tiffany: "Depends if I like the changes or not."

Dylan: "No matter how big it is, even if its a good one?"

Tiffany: she closed the book, and looked up at him with a raised eyebrow. What was he getting at? "I suppose?"

Dylan: "Hm. Interesting..."

(haha youve changed usernames a million times) Tiffany: She felt a bit like a bug under a microscope. "Pardon?"

((I'm going through an identity crisis!!! XD))

Dylan: "I don't think anyone I know could cope with big change, is all. Agh. A rum would be jolly right now..."

Tiffany: Rum. The Captain. "Has the Captain returned, do you know?"

Dylan: "Not a clue. Probably."

Tiffany: "Well, go find your rum, then. I don't think you'd rather stand there watching me scribble." She opened the book again and started to draw again. What it was, she didn't know yet.

Dylan: I shook my hand. "No. I'll stay sober today..."

Tiffany: "Is that a first, too?"

Dylan: "No," i said honestly. "I dont usually get drunk. But what I mean by sober is not taking a sip today."

Tiffany: "Mhm." She was absorbed in her work, which she had classified as a sketch of a rose. It didn't look it quite yet, but it was there in her mind.

Rosalie: I woke up next to a barrel in an alley. Damn! I fell asleep getting the rum! Well, my clothes were still on, but the rum was gone. "Why is the rum always gone?" ((XD had to do that!)) I snapped, already pissed at myself for skipping out on the crew. I hope they hadn't bailed on me quite yet, or stole the ship. I dashed toward the docks, and saw that the Fleur di Ly was still there, right where I left it. I breathed a sigh of relief, and hopped on a couple barrels and onto the deck. "The captain has arrived!" I announced, removing my hat and letting my long braid fall to my waist where it belonged.

Tiffany: She perked up at the captain's voice, and stood up, tucking the journal under an arm. "She wasn't here before?" She murmered, and left Dylan for the captain. "Back so soon?" She said, a touch of sarcasm to her voice.

Rosalie: I groaned. "Yeah, sorry bout that mate. Somehow found myself in an alley, dashed back here as soon as I could. Glad you fine crew didn't leave me here for the Navy."

Ezra: I walked out of my cabin. "Good morning Captain Swan." I said bowing.

Rose: I giggled. He's so funny. "Good morning Mr. St. Clair."

Tiffany: she looked from the Captain to the man back to the Captain suspiciously. She couldn't stand kiss-ups, and this one seemed to have mastered that talent. "Good morning," she said to the man nontheless. "I don't believe we've officially met."

Ezra: "Ezra St. Clair, Miss...?"

"Tiffany Parker." She said with a half smile.

Ezra: I bowed. "Pleasure to meet you Miss Parker."