Silver And Silent -Bert-

[Christine Bouvier]

† Christine entered the Tortuga Pub and glanced around furtively, her amber orbs taking in every miniscule detail of her surroundings. She had come here for a drink, for she longed to taste Rum on her lips again. After surveying the room, she walked up to the bar and ordered a bottle of Rum. Once she received her drink, she placed a few coins on the counter before scanning the room again for a place to sit.

She spotted an empty table and she immediately made her way over to it. She sat down in the wooden chair before the table, popped the cap off her bottle of Rum, placed the bottle to her pale pink lips, and took a swig of the liquid. She allowed a soft sigh to escape her lips as she placed the bottle down on the splintered table before her.

She had a lot on her mind at the time. The crew had recently rescued Jack Sparrow, the person whom she had always dreamt about meeting. She had heard several stories about the infamous and notorious 'Captain Jack Sparrow', but she had always had a strange disliking for him. She didnt exactly know why she disliked him, but she guessed that it had some thing to do with the fact that he didn't fancy her in the least. Instead, he longed for Elizabeth, the very woman who had handcuffed him to the Black Pearl and left him to die in the first place. †

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[Bert Allman]

Bert Allman strolled into the pub, the loud noise and constant yelling not surprising him. They were in Tortuga afterall. His eyes scanned the room, finding the bar instantly. He was in need of rum. They always seemed to be running out of it on ship. Of course he knew why. Bert picked his way through the fighting, not looking for any trouble this night. He finally reached the bar, ordering a bottle of rum. He drummed his slender fingers on the bar while waiting, his eyes once more gazing about the room. They stopped at the sight of familiar face. A slight grin played about his lips at the sight of Christine. The bartender handed him his drink and Bert made his way towards Christine. He took the seat across from her, setting his bottle on the table after taking a swig. " Hello, love." Bert greeted her with one of his infamous grins.

[Christine Bouvier]

† She watched Bert as he made his way over to her and she smiled back at him when he sat down and greeted her. Even though she was smiling, she could not suppress the groan that escaped her pale pink lips when he called her 'love'. She had told him many times before that she hated being called that, simply for the fact that she didnt believe in it. Did she believe in lust? Well, of course. Who didn't? But, love? Never. Even though she was raised a princess who was always looking for love and for some one to be betrothed to, she was now a pirate who wanted nothing to do with it.

"How many times do I have to tell you that I don't like being called 'love'?" she asked, perking her right eyebrow at him. A few moments later, she parted her lips to speak again.
"And it's nice to see you." she added softly, her voice barely above a whisper. †

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[Bert Allman]

Bert smirked at the slight groan that escaped her lips. He couldn't count the number of times Christine had begged him not to call her 'love'. He knew very well how she felt about that particular word. Bert had to agree with her on that, though sometimes, his heart contradicted him. He called her 'love' anyways though, just because he knew it bothered her. It was habit by now. He shrugged his shoulder slightly. " A couple more times should do it." He told her with another grin before taking a drink from his bottle.

At her next sentence, Christine's voice was barely above a whisper, yet Bert caught it. He smiled at her, not one of his smirks or sly grins, but a true genuine smile. That was rare for him. Only few could manage to get a true smile out of him. " Nice to see you, too." He answered her just as softly.

[Christine Bouvier]

† "A couple more times? No, sweetie. It better end or you won't be able to have any kids." she said, narrowing her eyes at him. She was being serious, of course. She hated being called that dreadful word and she wished that he would stop. But she knew that he only continued calling her that because he knew that she despised it. He loved to torture her. It was perhaps his favorite past-time.

When he said that it was nice to see her, she gently bit her lower lip as her amber eyes locked onto his. Did he fancy her...? She had often wondered if he felt more for her than just friendship. She didnt think anyone aboard The Sparrow was interested in her that way, though. Every one seemed to be so preoccupied with Elizabeth. Sure, she was much more gorgeous than Christine, but Christine still had the rights to some guys...Right?

"So, how do you feel about finally rescuing Captain Jack Sparrow?" she asked, putting extra emphasis on the word 'captain' for added effect. She just didnt consider him to be her captain. Sure, she was aboard his ship, and sure she had helped to rescue him, but only because she had always heard stories about him and wanted to see if he was the man that every one said he was. †

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[Bert Allman]

Bert raised his dark eyebrows slightly. He was used to Christine's threats though, for he recieved one everytime he teased her. Which was often. " Touche." He answered her, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms over his chest. " Alright, I'll try not to call you 'love' anymore." He told her, yet he wasn't so sure if he could have sworn on that. Not only was it habit, but it was hard to resist.

Bert was never exactly sure how he felt towards Christine. She was pretty, that was certain. He wasn't the only member of the crew who thought so, yet the rest of them were all obsessed with Elizabeth. Bert liked her, she was a part of the crew afterall, yet he didn't lust after her or fancy her like the rest of the men. Christine and Bert had known eachother for quite sometime though, and Bert had always loved to tease her. He teased everyone he took a liking too. It was a good thing...usually. He also quickly learned Christine didn't believe too much in love, or anything of the sort. So perhaps, if he was to fancy her, he would keep it to himself. Best not to mess with things he didn't completely understand himself.

" Captain Jack..." Bert repeated with a smile. He looked thoughtful a moment before answering. " It'll certainly be more interesting from now on. He's different than anyone I've ever known." He said with a slight shrug. He was looking forward to sailing with Captain Jack though, after all the tales he had heard.

[Christine Bouvier]

† "Captain Jack Sparrow is a barbaric man. He only cares about himself and would leave his closest friend to die to save his own skin. He isn't interesting in any way at all. He's also a womanizer and thinks that women are there for him whenever he wants some company. I'm not too fond of him. The only reason I joined the crew and helped rescue him in the first place was because I had heard all these various tales about him and I longed to know whether they were true or not. I desired to know if he was the man that every one said he was. But after meeting him, I really don't want anything to do with him. He called me 'love', which proves exactly how much of a womanizer he is. And he is one of the worst captains that I've ever heard of or even met. Davy Jones is a better captain than Jack Sparrow."
And at those last words, the pub grew immediately silent and all eyes turned to face Christine. She glared at them all before turning back to Bert.
"And that is exactly what I think about Sparrow." †

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[Bert Allman]

Bert's eyebrows elevated to a new height on his pale forehead as he listened to Christine speak. He had an amused expression on his face, though he was listening quite intently to her. She was absolutely correct though, with everything she said. Ca[tain Jack was a womanizer. He was a concieted, cunning man who would leave his closest friends to die. He was everything Christine described him as. And Bert was proud to be sailing under a man like that. Captain Jack was a true pirate. Bert himself could never be that way, but for years he had dreamed of sailing under the sails of Captain Jack Sparrow.

The pub grew completely silent when she had finished. Bert grinned slightly, taking another sip from his bottle before setting it back onto the table top. He crossed his arms over his chest once more, still looking slightly amused. " Well....Everything you just said about him is true, I'll agree with that." He told her. " And...hopefully none of us will have to find out if Davey Jones is in fact, a better captain. But, everything you just said is also the exact reason sailing under Captain Jack Sparrow will be interesting. I waited a long time to be a part of his crew. " Bert finished, the silence gradually ceasing and talking rising once more.

[Christine Bouvier]

† "Yes, I knew that every thing I just said were the exact reasons why you wanted to sail under him in the first place. You hope to be exactly like him, even though you know that you can never be. Bert...you shouldn't want to be like him. Even though he is the true meaning of the word pirate, you shouldn't want to be like him. He's a horrible man and he's egotistical, conceited, selfish...He betrays every one that ever trusts him." she finished, looking at him with a bit of sadness in her amber eyes.

She hated knowing that Bert wanted to be exactly like Jack Sparrow. She thought that Bert was perfect just the way that he was and that Sparrow was a criminal, and the worst kind as well. &size;

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[Bert Allman]

Bert shook his head slightly. " You're right, I could never be like Jack. It's not im me to betray friends, leaving them to die. In fact, I think I'd rather die than betray anyone I cared for." He told Christine honestly. Having both his parents die, and losing contact with his only brother, Bert's friends and fellow crewmates were the only family he had left. They weren't related by blood, but what they had been through together and what they had seen was enough to create a bond of trust. He knew he could never be like Jack, yet he wasn't all too sure he would like to be. All he wanted was to sail under command of the captain, to see the things he had seen in his life time.

[Christine Bouvier]

† As she listened to the words that he was speaking, realization dawned on her. She knew that he had lost both of his parents, and had lost contact with his brother. So she figured that to him, his fellow crewmates were the only family that he had left.
"Same here. I wouldnt be able to betray any one that I cared for." she said honestly. She may say that she didnt care about any one, but that was completely untrue. For she cared about tons of people, yet she never allowed those emotions to show through. †

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