Welcome to Gaia! ::

*Stepping through the doorway, Aria closes the door behind her as she nonchalantly surveys the pub's occupants. Eying an empty chair near to her, she quietly takes her seat, removing her hat and placing it across from her as she descends into place. After tucking a few stray curls behind her ear, she pulls a worn black journal from her pocket, and quickly flips through its pages till she finds the spot she left off.*

"Ah, here we are. My, it's been quite some time since I've opened you, old friend."

*Reaching into another pocket, she extracts a pair of small spectacles, and places them upon her face, gingerly adjusting them until the fine print upon the page became clear. Finding her place, her eyes quickly scan over the pages, taking in and cataloging away the contents of the small book.*

Morgan eyed the man smeared with blood, not with disgust but interest. He was talking to the man accompanied by the little girl, who seemed disgusted at the blood itself. She caught teh words "not my own", "be on her feet" and "Son-of-a-Gunn", but that was all. She first thought he was hurt, but saw no cuts or signs of pain. So watched with interest; trying her best not to be seen watching herself.

Morgan looked back down, pulling her key out once again. Studying it, she noticed the finely etched words..... she couldn't read it, she didn't know Russian.... but she wanted to know what the mysterious key said... Why can't it just be in easy french, or spanish... or even portuguese!?!? she thought, frustrated...

"I know, my dear... but your mommy is very tired. After she rests, she'll be right as rain, okay?
For now, do you want to go see her? She should be alright for visitors."

*Standing, Jack stretched and looked about the place.*

"Bellamy, do you mind if I take the little Miss to her mother? I know you were put in charge of watching her, but I don't know if Miss Gunn wants alot of visitors right now..."

*Squating down, he smirked and wriggled his nose, attempting to get a smile out of the little girl. She seemed so lonely without her mother. Jack had never had children and therefore loved youngsters. Deep down, he wanted to settle down: a wife and kids. But for now, other peoples children filled in for what he did not have.*

"As for you... you want a ponyback ride? We'll go see your mother."

Morgan had heard the bar tender exclaim at the blood on the counter, and the many noises of people choking on their drinks. Morgan chuckled and subconsiously took out her flask and sipped. The little girl looked confused, which made Morgan chuckle more as she looked down at her drink and quickly put it away.

Beth looked up from the table as the front door opened, admiting the man she'd been waiting for.
"I thought you said you never needed geography?" the man said with a small smirk as he sat down next to her at the table.
"Ha ha. Very funny father," Beth said sarcastically.
"How are you doin' then, girl?" the man asked.
"Well enough without you, but it's much less fun," she said with a small smile. "When will you be leaving?"
"T'morrow girl. We'll sure miss ya."
"I'll miss you too," she said, rolling up her map on the table. "Whadya want to drink? Whatever it is, it's on me," Beth said from her seat.
"Oh, I wish I could stay but we've all got a lot to do before sailin' out. Would you like to come help us make the final preparations, love?"
"Sure thing!" Beth said, standing up from the table with a smile. "Shall we go then?" With that the two pirates, father and daughter, left the table and walked out the door and down to the dock.