To say Anya was surprised by the party would be the understatement of the century, the crew was all having a good time and although she wouldn't admit it, it was a good idea that raises Morale and loyalty among the men so she let it slide, not complaining at all. Instead she enjoyed the sound of music and laughter, especially Cap'n Jones' guitar playing. It had been a while, so she welcomed the sound.
Eventually she even started dancing, she used the translucent blue scarf around her waist to wrap up the men she danced with, eventually getting to Jones. As her scarf tightened at the back of his neck she said, "Dance with me, Miere?" Before pulling away teasingly.
Jones responded by playing a Spanish number that was intense, and electrifying. He got up, still playing and giving Anya a grin. "Let's see you try to keep up..." He said, still playing, but then started tapping his feet in a salsa type style. The other musicians eventually got the hang of the song, then started playing along as well
Copper watched Anya and Jones and suddenly it all made sense.
"Cela a du sens." She said out loud as the music started and she smiled, moving to dance by herself. She loved to dance, has since she was a small child, her...mother had out her in dancing lessons. She gulped hard but kept dancing. She always had wondered what happened to her real parents, but she was too scared to find out.
"Well I was on my way to a gay, gypsy, bar mitzvah for the disabled when suddenly I thought 'gosh the Third Reich's a bit rubbish, I think I'll kill the Furher' Who's with me?"
~Melody Pond AKA River Song
Anya smiled deviously, "Oh I'll do more than keep up." She said, keeping in perfect time and rythm of the song. The family of Gypsies she hailed from were known for their entertainment and thievery skills. Anya, herself was capable of stealing from even the most observent of men and get away. As she danced she couldn't help but whined her hips in a hypnotic, if not erot fashion. Earning her quite a few slack jawwed looks from the crew.
Ayna's dancing, and the crew's enthusiasm didnt slow him down. He kept going, circling her as she danced, he kept going faster, circling until he got to her face, he was then interrupted by a man bursring throigh the door. "We got'a runaway, cap'n!"
Jones' face was inches from Anya's, breathing heavily. He turned to the door, looking at the crew member. "And do you know where this stow away is at this moment?" He asked rather depressingly. "We got 'em in a cell.... he claims to be yer brother, sir..." he said. At that moment Jones tossed his guitar at a crew member who caught it, then stormed out of the room, and down below deck.
Copper groaned and followed him. That stupid pirate! What was he thinking? That he wasn't going to get caught? Idiot! But he has saved her life many times and his father saved her Da's life plenty of times. But what could he possibly be thinking when he stowed away.
"Well I was on my way to a gay, gypsy, bar mitzvah for the disabled when suddenly I thought 'gosh the Third Reich's a bit rubbish, I think I'll kill the Furher' Who's with me?"
~Melody Pond AKA River Song
Anya sighed in frustration when their dance was stopped due to a stowaway. She was having a good time, and the person just had to pop in. Then she heard the last part of the announcement. 'Damnit Jack!' She growled in her head, she never had a problem with him before, teasing him similar to how she does the crew. However, since he spoiled her fun, she was just about ready to kill the elder Sparrow.
Cracking her neck and knuckles, she headed for the brig, right several paces behind Jones. The half of the crew that knew her temper well enough to move out of the way did and the other half looked at them in shock. While Anya wasn't the captain, her aggressive nature towards the men at time forced them to respect her almost as much.
" Jur pe Dumnezeu, am să-l castreze!" She mumbled under her breath, even those who didn't understand her knew Jack was in trouble.
Jones walked down to see two large men holding up his brother. Jack looked up, giving a smile. "Ah, Jonsey! Can you kindly tell these gentlemen who i am and how i should be treated?" He said. Jones looked at him. "He is a stowaway, and will be treated as such." That made Jack frown.
"Thats how you treat family? As a stow away?" He asked. Jones gave him a smile. "What can i say? I was raised by pirates..." It was scary how much they looked alike. The only way you could tell them apart is the fact that Jones wears a green bandana, and his eyes were dark green and lively.
"You bloody pirate!" Copper spat at him. She actually grew up with the Sparrow brothers but she looked a lot different then when she last saw Jones, when she was fifteen, it had been five years. But she kept close with Jack.
"You are going to get yourself killed one day and I'm not going to help you!" Copper said, but she was just spitting smoke, she'd probably die for Jack Sparrow, stupid idiot that he is.
"Well I was on my way to a gay, gypsy, bar mitzvah for the disabled when suddenly I thought 'gosh the Third Reich's a bit rubbish, I think I'll kill the Furher' Who's with me?"
~Melody Pond AKA River Song
Sarah didn't understand much of anything going on since boarding. She'd expected vile and hardened pirates to be rough and tumble, business oriented, scurvaceous dogs that spent their time dicing, brawling and trading ribald jokes. She hadn't expected dancing peasants. These could have been the residents of just about any small town.
Then came the calamity of having a stowaway aboard. The young blonde woman was surprised to see the jovial attitude of those aboard suddenly turn sour and anger blacken their hearts. None of it made sense.
She followed the others, intrigued by the turn of events.
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