Sailing the waters of the world, finding treasure, looting others, causing chaos and starting trouble. Bandits of another level altogether, thieves and liars, murderers and traitors. Pirates. It was a life that was equally difficult and easy to live, but one had to have the tenacity to even try living a life as such. Others, well, they were born in to it. And none other than Zora Sparrow was more proud or grateful to have been the daughter of a pirate. And not just any pirate. The pirate of pirates, Jack Sparrow.<br/><br/>Some even might say that Zora was twice or even three times that of Jack, in personality and life style. She lived among the crew of Black Pearl, her father being the captain. She'd been born elsewhere, and for the majority of her life had grown up on another ship altogether. It was more of an on and off sort of affair, when she was a young girl she'd lived on the Black Pearl every so often, and now she was a permanent member. She was content with being at the position she was, and wasn't advancing towards being Captain for a while, if at all.<br/><br/>Recently, after her birthday, her father told her they were taking a trip to Tourtuga, the port of pirates. It was a shady place, but it was normal for her. She could take care of herself there. But why he wanted to go now was questionable, for those who didn't know her father personally. Jack did as he pleased, and how he pleased, and there was no stopping him, so might as well go along with whatever plan he was hatching. Since the thing he'd told her was 'to see an old friend'. Zora had a feeling that this 'old friend' of his was a woman...and she wouldn't doubt that either.<br/><br/>So, after heading out from where they'd been, it took a little over two weeks to arrive in Tourtuga. Docking the ship and giving last minutes order, Zora and Jack both depart the Black Pearl. Zora, wearing her usual outfit, looks around, ignoring the looks she was getting. She was quite the attractive woman, that was for sure, and no doubt if she hadn't been Jack's daughter he'd be trying to hit on her. Though, knowing herselg, she'd be doing the same damn thing. Though tonight she just wasn't feeling it.<br/><br/>They take the well worn path to the tavern that they always visit while in the port city, and once reaching there, she parts from her father's side and heads to the counter, ordering a large ale, and another for her father, who had disappeared in the crowd. Standing there, leaning against the counter, she waits, and once she had the drinks she follows the path that Jack had taken, surprised to see him approaching a woman.<br/><br/>Jack comes close, his arms wide and a smile on his face. "Renae, how are you? Long time no see. What's the occassion that you'd contact me? Such a devilish girl you are, telling me to meet you here but not explaining why." Zora had stopped cold, her eyes wide, eyebrows raised. So...it had been a WOMAN who had contacted her dad...she had no doubts in the first place he'd been coming to meet up with one, but to have been told to come by one, well that was another thing altogether.<br/><br/>"Oi, you gonna tell me what's going on here? Who's this broad, eh?" Placing a fist on her hip, she takes a swig from her drink, after handing Jack his. "I don't think we've met before." Jack looks to Zora, blinking, before realizing what was going on, his smile returing. "Ah, yes, Renae, meet my daughter Zora. Zora, this is Ranae...an old 'friend' of mine." Zora stares narrow eyed at the introduced Ranae, a frown on her lips, not quite sure what to make of this whole situation.