Selene

The seas had been smooth sailing so far, like softly rippling glass. His hands rest on the stern as he looks out over the night waters, black as ebony, no moon in the sky. Luckily for them all he had his compass. Bad thing was every time he opened it, the damned needle pointed to what he wanted most. And right now that particular object came pale and encased in tight black latex.

"Saucy wench." He muttered under his breath as his eyes cast over the lass, standing at the bow of the boat. Her man wasn't around for a change which made him raise a brow. That was something to think about. And as he did so he took a healthy swig of rum.

The other lass was by one of the masts, as always a weapon of some sort in hand. She was a grumpy one that one. Jack didn't talk with her much, far too moody for his tastes. Chip on her shoulder, kinda like Elizabeth.

They were close to England now and were picking up a few more passengers that were swimming the channel. Leaving the stern, he walked toward the bow, holding his bottle of rum and stood beside the pale beauty. When he stood beside her he put his arm around her shoulders, fingers curling around one and smiled. "It would seem the waters are growing... difficult to navigate luv."

His eyes grew wide and he raised his free hand, point up his index finger. "But you see, I am Captain Jack Sparrow, and I have a back up plan." He gave her a proud yet seductive grin.