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District 4 (Pirates of the Carribbean)

Evie Richland, the Capital lass, made the mistake of trying to talk to Jack's father, otherwise known as Captain Morgan Sparrow, otherwise known as the man who had threatened to gut Caesar Flickerman and make his guts into an anchor rope for his ship in his post-Games interview. Someone had pointed out that he wouldn't have to sail now that he was a victor, and Captain Morgan had publicly dared the Capital to try and stop him, a dare even the Capital hadn't had the nerve to take up.
The wind was blowing just right to carry the sea's salt tang. Jack itched to be out sailing on it. After all his scheming, he finally had a boat of his very own, and Jack fully intended to spend every possibly moment out on it.
The crowd shifted restlessly as the wench droned on. This lot was accustomed to stories with a good deal more of the sea and its many dangers and allures in them, not this landsmen's rubbish they were told every year. There was nothing wrong with repeating a good tale, but it needed to grow taller in every telling, not meander on in the same dusty style each time.
A monkey scampered by on the pen rail and snatched his hat from his head. "Hey! Come back! You!"
He ran after it, pushing his way through the crowd. The monkey was still on the fence rail. He scrambled up after it and gave chase, swaying as he ran across the thin post.
He leaped just as the monkey got to a corner. He landed in a trash pile at the foot of the pen's post. His hand waved the hat triumphantly in the air. "Got it!"
Everyone was staring at him as he brushed himself off and put his hat back on his head. "What?"
"The male tribute is Jack Sparrow," Evie said shakily.
Jack marched forward indignantly. "That's Captain Jack Sparrow, thank you very much." He twisted his hat into a better position.
She looked startled. "Aren't you a little young, Jack?"
"Captain Jack," he told her gravely. "It's only a small boat, but it's a boat nonetheless, eh?" He winked at her.
She giggled before she could stop herself. "Well, then, Captain Jack, let's see who'll be joining you in charming the Capital, shall we?" She patted her hair as she made her way to the bowl. "Tia Dolma!"
The mutters that no amount of Peacekeepers could ever stomp out died out instantly. Even Jack froze in place.
That wasn't her name. Not her real name. And if she was in these Games, then she would be the one walking out. No doubt about that. None at all. After all, the sea was forever, wasn't it? Not even the Capital could conquer the seas.
She smiled as she swayed gracefully forward. Her dress captured her figure to perfection, but no look anyone gave her contained anything but fear.
"Calypso," Jack greeted her with a sweeping bow.
"Jack." Her lips caressed his name as she dipped down into a curtsy. "That touch of destiny about you is about to come to fruition, I think."
Evie bustled forward. "Well, onto the Justice Building."
"After you," Jack invited, sweeping down into yet another bow and kissing her fingers as he did so.
She giggled again as she walked away. Jack held up her ring to the light. Captain Morgan snatched it from him as he walked by.
Calypso winked at him. Jack gave an innocent little shrug and whistled as the Peacekeepers hustled him along. Maybe he wouldn't do so badly after all.