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Captive
Jack woke, wrists still bound to the bedpost with simple yet effective sailors' knots. He'd had to sleep somewhat awkwardly, and his shoulder was aching.
It was a wonder he'd been able to sleep at all. Captive, bound, headed for the gallows, and all this not two feet from the man who wanted him dead. Yet somehow, he'd fallen asleep with a deep sense of calm, something he'd only ever experienced on the deck of the Pearl.
A troubling and unwelcome thought crossed his mind. Was there some part of him that had enjoyed being tamed, if only briefly, by James? He shook his head, refusing to accept that. Captain Jack Sparrow was claimed by no one.
The memory of his name in Norrington's impeccable, aristocratic accent sent a shiver down his spine, and he cursed under his breath. He'd been with men before, as any man at sea as long as he was had, but it had rarely been more than convenience. Yet even the most beautiful whores in Tortuga had never made his blood race quite as much as that one word.
"Any chance you've woken with a changed heart?" he asked, loud enough to wake James, if the man wasn't awake already.
It was a wonder he'd been able to sleep at all. Captive, bound, headed for the gallows, and all this not two feet from the man who wanted him dead. Yet somehow, he'd fallen asleep with a deep sense of calm, something he'd only ever experienced on the deck of the Pearl.
A troubling and unwelcome thought crossed his mind. Was there some part of him that had enjoyed being tamed, if only briefly, by James? He shook his head, refusing to accept that. Captain Jack Sparrow was claimed by no one.
The memory of his name in Norrington's impeccable, aristocratic accent sent a shiver down his spine, and he cursed under his breath. He'd been with men before, as any man at sea as long as he was had, but it had rarely been more than convenience. Yet even the most beautiful whores in Tortuga had never made his blood race quite as much as that one word.
"Any chance you've woken with a changed heart?" he asked, loud enough to wake James, if the man wasn't awake already.
SPARRINGTON LOGGITY.
Breaking into Norrington's apartment was absurdly easy. Jack was a natural lockpick, a brilliant strategic mastermind, and James was bloody predictable. Even the furniture was exactly where Jack expected it to be, never mind the booze.
In their long ago Starfleet days, Jack had always been able to count on James for a drink, if nothing else. Well, if nothing else included stealing and copying his homework, that was. It was good to know that the man hadn't changed that much, despite his newer and decidedly more amusing bitter streak.
Jack remembered quite fondly the promising young man the commander had been. He wasn't entirely sure what had happened in the intervening years - Jack had been off captaining his own ship, gaining his own adventures - but something must have happened. Not that Jack cared too deeply, but it was something to ponder as he poured himself a glass of alcohol that was a bit more refined than his usual tastes. He could have gotten something from the replicator, but it was never quite as good as the real thing.
He'd left the lights off, not particularly caring that he was walking around in the dark. He settled comfortably a chair, cocktail in hand, facing the doorway. He wasn't waiting for James, he told himself, as much as taking a much needed vacation from his ship. In James' room. Whilst stealing James' liquor. In the dark.
Perfectly reasonable. And if his internal clock was set to Norrington's schedule correctly, the man would be arriving home in just under ten minutes. He smirked into his glass before taking a nice, long sip.
In their long ago Starfleet days, Jack had always been able to count on James for a drink, if nothing else. Well, if nothing else included stealing and copying his homework, that was. It was good to know that the man hadn't changed that much, despite his newer and decidedly more amusing bitter streak.
Jack remembered quite fondly the promising young man the commander had been. He wasn't entirely sure what had happened in the intervening years - Jack had been off captaining his own ship, gaining his own adventures - but something must have happened. Not that Jack cared too deeply, but it was something to ponder as he poured himself a glass of alcohol that was a bit more refined than his usual tastes. He could have gotten something from the replicator, but it was never quite as good as the real thing.
He'd left the lights off, not particularly caring that he was walking around in the dark. He settled comfortably a chair, cocktail in hand, facing the doorway. He wasn't waiting for James, he told himself, as much as taking a much needed vacation from his ship. In James' room. Whilst stealing James' liquor. In the dark.
Perfectly reasonable. And if his internal clock was set to Norrington's schedule correctly, the man would be arriving home in just under ten minutes. He smirked into his glass before taking a nice, long sip.
Pouty Captain is Pouty
...I've spent a good number of the past few days... weeks... marked periods of time in a rather drunken haze.
William's gone.
I have, however, run directly out of rum, and somehow emerged from the alcohol-induced stupor, as it were.
Yo ho, and all that.
William's gone.
I have, however, run directly out of rum, and somehow emerged from the alcohol-induced stupor, as it were.
Yo ho, and all that.
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(no subject)
Everyone has heard the tales of the amazing and infamous Captain Jack Sparrow. How I took Singapore with nary a shot fired. How I escaped from an island riding sea turtles. How I defeated Davy Jones himself, having come back from the dead to do so.
But the one tale that's never been told, is how Captain Jack Sparrow got dragged into marriage, savvy?
So what the bloody hell is this ring doing on my finger?
But the one tale that's never been told, is how Captain Jack Sparrow got dragged into marriage, savvy?
So what the bloody hell is this ring doing on my finger?
(no subject)
A masquerade? One of those formal dancing affairs. Much less fun than the dancing I was shown most recently.
William, you probably want to go, don't you. Waste of time, but I don't like the sound of being punished, savvy?
I've also gone and gotten myself a job, as bartender at that club place. It's work, but there is the free rum. And its a little bit dishonest, considering the price of drinks.
All in all, a successful venture. William and I will attend the ball, and perhaps make trouble like the pirates we are, and then I can show the boy some real dancing.
William, you probably want to go, don't you. Waste of time, but I don't like the sound of being punished, savvy?
I've also gone and gotten myself a job, as bartender at that club place. It's work, but there is the free rum. And its a little bit dishonest, considering the price of drinks.
All in all, a successful venture. William and I will attend the ball, and perhaps make trouble like the pirates we are, and then I can show the boy some real dancing.
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All good fun
The wings are gone. Well that's just bloody unfair. Had just gotten used to the things, was having a good time and all.
Least I'm no worse off, and my account has become the fuller for it. I've finally gone and bought some rum. However, not being able to pirate and pillage me way through life has made it rather strikingly clear that if I'm going to have rum on a regular basis, I'm in need of income, savvy?
What does a pirate do if he's not... pirating?
Least I'm no worse off, and my account has become the fuller for it. I've finally gone and bought some rum. However, not being able to pirate and pillage me way through life has made it rather strikingly clear that if I'm going to have rum on a regular basis, I'm in need of income, savvy?
What does a pirate do if he's not... pirating?
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[Voice Post]
...
There seems to have been some sort of... something. Much like the turning child-like week, 'cept not at all in anyway. What I mean to say is... I've got wings. Giant black ones.
Somehow I heard the Cabin Boy thinking about cleaning and whatnot.
...I think I'll go for a fly, then.
There seems to have been some sort of... something. Much like the turning child-like week, 'cept not at all in anyway. What I mean to say is... I've got wings. Giant black ones.
Somehow I heard the Cabin Boy thinking about cleaning and whatnot.
...I think I'll go for a fly, then.
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I was... tagged? By a man with very strange hair.
[Something has arrived in your inbox.
"PLEASE TO FILL OUT NOW. ELSE WISE TROUBLE COMES. D:" is the title. There are instructions, which read as follows:
1) Fill out this survey!
2) Tag five people!
3) ANSWER WITH TRUTHINESS!
3) DO IT OR ELSE!!!!!
Bored, perhaps relaxing from the carnival, or ignoring the angst over not having someone to go with, you open the survey and begin to fill it out...]
( Salkia Survey )
...I tag William, Cabin Boy, Yuffie [he means KH, cuz they've talked], Neji, and Alice.
[ooc: I know Alice was already tagged, but he doesn't. Sorry~!]
"PLEASE TO FILL OUT NOW. ELSE WISE TROUBLE COMES. D:" is the title. There are instructions, which read as follows:
1) Fill out this survey!
2) Tag five people!
3) ANSWER WITH TRUTHINESS!
3) DO IT OR ELSE!!!!!
Bored, perhaps relaxing from the carnival, or ignoring the angst over not having someone to go with, you open the survey and begin to fill it out...]
( Salkia Survey )
...I tag William, Cabin Boy, Yuffie [he means KH, cuz they've talked], Neji, and Alice.
[ooc: I know Alice was already tagged, but he doesn't. Sorry~!]
[Vid post]
[Opens with a VERY zoomed in picture of Jack's nose. After a bit of fumbling, finally focuses on his whole face. He seems to be amused about something]
William's here. This must mean a fumbled rescue attempt is forthcoming, as it always bloody is. Without a ship, of course, this is nigh impossible, but he does always manage to find a way out of trouble. Usually with help from that.... bonny lass of his. [shifty eyes]
Though I had imagined that being captain of the Flying Dutchman would have had more... consequences. Like that not standing on land thing. Or tentacles. ["Blech" face]
Last week was... I was smaller and had no craving for rum. It was... horrible. [sudden cut off as Jack presses the wrong button... again]
[ooc: strike moderately unhackable, except for Will. Jack REALLY does not want Will to see that, kthx!]
William's here. This must mean a fumbled rescue attempt is forthcoming, as it always bloody is. Without a ship, of course, this is nigh impossible, but he does always manage to find a way out of trouble. Usually with help from that.... bonny lass of his. [shifty eyes]
Last week was... I was smaller and had no craving for rum. It was... horrible. [sudden cut off as Jack presses the wrong button... again]
[ooc: strike moderately unhackable, except for Will. Jack REALLY does not want Will to see that, kthx!]
[VID POST]
[screen bounces around, finally focuses on 10-yr-old Jack, who is wearing a giant floppy pirate hat.]
Anybody wanna play pirates?
Anybody wanna play pirates?
[Voice]
I find myself in the midst of an island of weird, and having been captured, or rescued -- I've yet to discover which -- by a young cabin boy, I've decided to stay put. For now.
Can't seem to recall much of the other night, though I'd wager that I owe that Hyuuga fellow. And as anyone will tell you, Captain Jack Sparrow always repays his debts.
Until then, I'll see what the cabin boy is up to.
[ooc: so Jack has taken to calling Double D "Cabin Boy" for now... >.> And I'm hoping that Double D is willing to teach him more about the 1337pod? Like how to make things private and whatnot. ;;]
Can't seem to recall much of the other night, though I'd wager that I owe that Hyuuga fellow. And as anyone will tell you, Captain Jack Sparrow always repays his debts.
Until then, I'll see what the cabin boy is up to.
[ooc: so Jack has taken to calling Double D "Cabin Boy" for now... >.> And I'm hoping that Double D is willing to teach him more about the 1337pod? Like how to make things private and whatnot. ;;]
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[ooc: Jack, after finding himself and his dinghy in the middle of a bloody lake, has been fidgeting with the gadget he found in his coat pocket. He's not sure what it is, precisely, but after an hour or so of fumbling, he's discovered the voice posting capabilities]
[sounds of rustling, hitting buttons]
Why is the rum always gone?
I'm without the Pearl, again. This bloody island isn't on the map, in so far as I can tell. If this is the Fountain of Youth, it's useless to me, seeing as I'm trapped in the in the middle of a lake.
If I find some citizens of this fine island, perhaps I can at least trade this map for something more valuable. Rum, for instance. There's no such thing as civilization without bars, I'd wager.
The locals had better not be bloody cannibals... Savvy?
[sounds of rustling, hitting buttons]
Why is the rum always gone?
I'm without the Pearl, again. This bloody island isn't on the map, in so far as I can tell. If this is the Fountain of Youth, it's useless to me, seeing as I'm trapped in the in the middle of a lake.
If I find some citizens of this fine island, perhaps I can at least trade this map for something more valuable. Rum, for instance. There's no such thing as civilization without bars, I'd wager.
The locals had better not be bloody cannibals... Savvy?