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

Dylan: "Could I ask where we're headed?" I asked, hearing Rosalie behind me.

Rosalie: "Port Royal." I replied.

(i gtg. I'll be back, i gotta cook dinner)

mkay

Dylan: "And what'll we be doing there?"

Rosalie: "A little bit more recruiting." I responded again. Then an idea popped into my head. "Then I think we should invade Fort Charles. Give the Navy a good butt kicking. Should be fun."

Dylan: "Should be fun indeed."

Rosalie: I smiled. I've done it before. It really was fun. They could never catch me. I was too quick for them. And too tough. Fort Charles could throw whatever they want at me, and I could smirk and dodge.

Dylan: "Doesn't it seem a bit easy, though? My old crew invaded Charles as well. Took a whole ten minutes."

Rosalie: "Yes, I invaded it by myself and it took fifteen minutes. But I'm not sure how skilled the others are. I'm giving them something simple to test them first. Then we try something a little tougher.

Dylan: "Aye, I see."

Rosalie: "As you should."

Dylan: "As I do." I said, shooting her a glare. I wasn't sure why, but Captain Rosalie Swan tends to annoy me slightly, with her pompous and self-confident attitude.

Rosalie: "Good." I said, and walked to the captain's quarters of my ship to write.

Dylan: Finally. Lonesome. I stared at the stars again.

Rosalie: I tried to focus on my writing. It was pretty hard to do since I was slightly drunk and the only thing I wrote was about rum. Ridiculous, I can't believe I'm that bad of a drinker.

XD writing about rum... ha.
I'm trying to get !nspired here

she's on another c.c. of mine. I'll mention it in my next post.

Tara: I went up on deck and saw that Dylan person, now the first mate, from earlier. Both he and the Captain were probably drunk, so I avoided him and went to stand on the opposite side, looking at the stars. I needed to keep track of them, as they were one of few landmarks a cartographer could use at sea.

Dylan: "Hello," I said clearly, hearing someone walk up. I didn't prefer company, but that doesn't give me an excuse to be impolite.

((Gah, I had a name flub - sorry))

Tara: "Don't talk to me if you're drunk," I said simply.

Dylan: "Nah I'm sobered up. Promise." To prove it to her, I threw my knife high in the air and caught it easily, hand around the blade. "Ever seen a drunk do that without harming themselves?"

Rosalie: I set my quill down. I couldn't get anything decent. I walked out of the captain's quarters and sat at the back of the ship, gazing out toward the shrinking shadow that was Tortuga.

Tara: "As a matter of fact, yes. You see quite the sites working at a tavern."

Dylan: "Oh." I thought I was the only one. "Then you're going to have to take my word for it when I say I'm not drunk." I smiled at her.

sorry but I got lost :O will someone tell me whats going on?

WE are alll on the ship headed for Tortuga... Dylan and Tara are talking, and Rose is by herself outside.