*at Port Royal*
Jack: WELL WHAT THE HECK DO WE DO NOW????
HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO KNOW? Oh wait...
*walks over to a random bar*
Imma go in, if anyone wants to come, feel free.
*walks into the bar with the sounds of guns going off and people laughing like a bunch of drunks*
*looks out window to see if anybody came along*
Nope, nothing.
*turns around only to see a short guy standing in front of me*
Hey, how's it goin?
*he stands up trying to look bigger*
That's not helping.
Cutler: I'm LORD CUTLER BECKET!
Wow, you've really gone down hill.
Cutler: *stands up on a table in front of me* I USED TO RULE THE WORLD! Now look at me, I feel like bloody Gollum from Lord of the Rings. God.
......... Wait, how do you even know about that movie?
Cutler: *ignoring me* And because of my miraculous survival of my ship exploding, I have to deal with sardonic freaks like the people in here.
*everyone stands up in the bar, looking angry at Becket*
SIT DOWN EVERYONE, he didn't mean it.
Cutler: Did so.
Did not, now get off the table and go back to your moping.
Cutler: DON'T TELL ME WHAT TO DO! Who do you think you bloody are, some bloody catholic, trying to bloody get me to go to bloody therapy? WELL GUESS BLOODY WHAT! It's not going to bloody work. You know why?
Actually, don't really care.
Cutler: WELL THEN YOU ARE BLOODY STUPID!
*a man with long brown hair with a red streak on the right side and a ribbon that tied it back walked up. He was wearing somewhat the same outfit as Cutler only with more brown in it. He had a red sash tied around his arm and a pinkish purplish scarf on*
Man: Calm down Cutler!
Cutler: DON'T YOU GIVE ORDERS TO ME- *turns to see the man who he obviously knew, as his face filled with realization*
HUH? Who is this guy? *points a finger a the man*
Man: 'Ello beautiful, my name is Scabior, I'm a Pirate 'unter for the Royal Navy.
*smirks* Let me guess, are you a wizard as well?
Scabior: Matter o' fact missy, I am. Work for the ministry I did, till I found out I could apparate through time. I had to break outa Azkaban to do it 'owever. Can't go back else they'll get me.
Were you in Slytherin when you went to Hogwarts?
Scabior: Course I was in Slytherin, pureblood I am. What of you?
Yea, I was in Slytherin except I'm only 1/4th magical, which is odd. I'm also part vampire. *shows fangs*
Scabior: *checks out the fangs* I see, So why 'ave you been talking to Becket, 'e's of no importance to you.
I dunno, he just walked up to me for some random reason so I was just like, Hey how's it goin?
Scabior: Are you a pirate then?
*tries to hide nervousness* Heh heh, no, why ask? Heh.
Scabior: Since I work for this bloody fool, Becket 'ere, I have to do his bidding as part of being a Pirate 'unter.
So why would you call me a pirate, huh?
Scabior: The big 'at mostly. *nods to the hat* But I never said you were, I merely just asked you.
Even if I were why would I tell someone who just admitted to being a pirate hunter?
Scabior: Dunno, Maybe they thought you would say so.
Cutler: OF COURSE SHE'S A BLOODY PIRATE! I'VE BEEN AROUND FOOLS LIKE HER MY ENTIRE LIFE! Looks to me that she through in her lot with Sparrow and Co.
DID NOT!
Scabior: Well it sure does look like it, now that 'e's pointed it out. *grabs me and puts a hand over my mouth, pulling me into the shadows with nobody noticing at all*
*MEANWHILE*'
James: How long did she say she'd be gone.
Mike: Didn't, she just walked in asking us if we wanted to come along.
Jack: Probably having a threesome.
James: Eh, she wouldn't risk it, she's to smart for that.
Mike: Still, we just sort of left her, what if she's in trouble?
James: You're right, something always happens to her when she goes off alone.
Jack: Great now we have to go and find her. UGHHHHHHH!
James: Let's not waste any time. *runs off in the direction of the bar with everyone else following*
*when they all got there*
James: *stands on the bar* ANYONE SEEN A WOMEN ABOUT YAY HIGH *hold out his hand to about 5 feet 4 inches off the ground* WITH AURBURNISH BROWNISH HAIR AND GREEN EYES? *sounds worried*
*nobody answers*
Bartender: I saw her talking to a coupe of men near that table. *nods to table* And then they all left.
Jack: TOLD YOU!
Mike: Shut up.
James: *to bartender* What did they look like?
Bartender: One was rather short, I couldn't see his face but he was standing on a table yellin that he was LORD SOMETHING SOMETHING! I forgot, and the other had long brown hair tied back in a pony tail. And was wearing a pink scarf.
James: Thanks for the information. *runs out of bar*
Mike: Now what?
James: Now we find her.
Jack: Great, more running.
