|2006-09-14 20:05 (UTC)
Gillette was quite possibly trembling with anticipation. Not that he would ever admit it, but he was nervous.
Over the course of their journey, they'd fallen into a general pattern. Groves and Gillette would do most of the bruntwork, while Ana would keep them on course and steer the ship (as well as boss them around when the mood struck her), and Giselle would cook. She turned out to be a rather decent cook; Gillette found he couldn't complain overly much. At night, they'd sit and talk, considering it WAS just the four of them, although Ana and Giselle still remained fairly distant from eachother, and the cause of their arguement had yet to be revieled.
However, Ana and Giselle's disagreement happened to be the farthest thing from Gillette's mind, as he had just spotted a black ship that looked suspiciously like the Pearl hovering in the waters near a small island.
"J-Jonathan!" He shouted, as he moved subconciously towards the railing, leaning out over it to get a better look. "Jonathan! Ana! Giselle! Look!" He pulled himself up onto the railing, hooking a hand in the rope ladder so he could lean out over the water to test whether his eyes were decieving him.