Arriving at Port Royal, [ISO: Norrington, and open!]

[Anne Bonney]

Anne stepped onto the decks of the Vanity, nodding contentedly at the sky... the sun and clear blue sky was a nice change from the storm that they were caught in last night. It was devil's play, trying to maneuver in that storm, but, alas, it had payed off well... as the ship slowly crept into the Port's waters, another familiar ship was taking up much of the skyline already... the Black Pearl. Jack was here. And Anne intended to find him.

After a brief dicussion with Mary, they had agreed to split up. Mary would stay on the ship, keeping an eye on the Black Pearl, while Anne went on land in search of Jack. Before she went on land, she took precautions. She stripped off her men's clothes, opting for a simple green, linen dress instead, with long sleeves to cover the 'P' brand on her right wrist. Off came her cutlass, instead, a dagger strapped to her ankle, invisible beneath the folds of the dress.

Once she was satisfied that she didn't look like a Pirate Captain anymore, Anne, stepped off of the Vanity and made her way down the docks of Port Royal, her face set in grim determination.

[Commodore James Norrington]

Norrington discretely waited at the end of the docks, for any member of the crew to come out. It seems the only one off the ship was a pretty lady in a green dress. Norrington shrugged off most of his worrys that this woman was a pirate and waited for her to come.

The weather on this side of Port Royal was actually quite nice. The sun shone down on them and the streets once again started to become crowded, as is the nature of Port Royal. The Royal Navy soldier with him whispered something to Commodore, before running back up to the fort.

It was takinh to long for the crew to come to him, so The Commodore advanced. He casually walked up to the lady in a green dress, and stood by her. "Hello Mrs..."

[Anne Bonney]

Anne jumped slightly, looking over and upwards at the male voice. She stiffened slightly at the sight of the obvious member of the Royal Navy, her eyes narrowing slightly. "It's Miss, thank yeh very much..." she snapped at him, grasping her hands behind her back in a nervous twitch in attempting to hide any skin on her wrist from his view, just in case her 'P' mark was visible.

She kept on walking an noticed, annoyed, that the man was keeping in step with her. She smiled stiffly and glanced upwards again. "Look, mate, d'yeh have a reason for followin' me? 'Cause if yeh don't, I'da be happily obliged if yeh step off, savvy??" she said, trying to sound as polite as possible without coming across as rude, which was sort of hard, what with her Pirate-weathered Irish accent. Quite simply, this authoritative figure made her extremely nervous, and she wanted to create as much distance between him and her as possible.

[Commodore James Norrington]

The accent obviously wasn't one from a wealthy family. Commodore was suspicous, but wasn't about to jump at her and arrest here. "And what be your buisnuss at Port Royal Miss?" Commodore said emphasing the Word Miss. The Commodore also noticed the girl was uncomfterable, hiding her hand behind her back, Nervous habit i suppose the Commodore thought. Commodore Norrington felt more like a welcoming committee than a Commodore in the royal navy.

He continued to keep pace with her, and when she asked him why hes following him, he smiled " My name is Commodore Norrington, I am just doiong my duty seeing to the citizens of Port Royal."

[Mary Reade]

Mary had opted to stay on the ship for one reason an one reason only. So she didn't do anything stupid. They were here to find and do... something not so nice to the knave who'd double crossed them. And she knew that if she went to find him, she might not do that not so nice thing to him an account that she actually kind of liked the stupid bastard. Men... they were so frustrating.

Her long hair blew slightly in the wind as she leaned against the railing, watching Anne leave. She looked pretty, like a real lady in that green dress. Which could be of some help in case they ran into trouble. Mary perked up alittle as a man, obviously with the Navy approached her. Mary cocked one of her guns, knowing she could pop this guy off from there if need be. After two stints in jail and two close calls with the noose, anyone of authority made her nervous. Now she remembered her other reason for staying on the boat...