Hector Barbossa (
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01. Shipwreck [Action]
[Little did Captain Barbossa know that day at Tortuga that he won't exactly wake up in the same place he had fallen asleep in - that is, the captain's cabin on the Queen Anne's Revenge. So when his eyes snapped open, it wasn't the hull of the ship they were looking at, but instead it was several tall trees they saw looming over him, along with the overcast sky.
The pirate captain proceeded to stand up from the ground, immediately feeling a new sensation in his back - that of a... pair of wings?]
Shiver me timbers... What is this wretched place?
[Fittingly enough, it was then when a chill ran up his spine and caused his body to quiver, making him notice that he was also shirtless - save for the white cotton pants on his legs.
Wait... did that mean...
Yes, turning his head around, Barbossa also saw no sign of his hat anywhere in the forest he was now in. The hat he had only just regained possession of.]
Arrr! Where be me hat? I swear, if somebody took me hat...
[Speaking of, what had happened to his ship that he had just acquired? Did his crew commandeer it somehow and left him here to perish while he was asleep? Just what in the world had happened in Tortuga? And what was up with this drastic season change? And that journal lying on the ground, which he knelt down to pick up - it wasn't a treasure he remembered uncovering. He was too confused and angry right now to make any sense of it.
Was this all that scalawag Jack Sparrow's doing again? If it was, he should better pray that Barbossa doesn't get his hands on him. Just marooning him on that bloody island wouldn't do this time... No, his fellow pirate would remember him as the scourge of the seven seas...
The (former) captain was already walking through the forest, trying to find anything - a path, a tavern, a port. It's there where somebody could find him and possibly help him understand what's going on.]
The pirate captain proceeded to stand up from the ground, immediately feeling a new sensation in his back - that of a... pair of wings?]
Shiver me timbers... What is this wretched place?
[Fittingly enough, it was then when a chill ran up his spine and caused his body to quiver, making him notice that he was also shirtless - save for the white cotton pants on his legs.
Wait... did that mean...
Yes, turning his head around, Barbossa also saw no sign of his hat anywhere in the forest he was now in. The hat he had only just regained possession of.]
Arrr! Where be me hat? I swear, if somebody took me hat...
[Speaking of, what had happened to his ship that he had just acquired? Did his crew commandeer it somehow and left him here to perish while he was asleep? Just what in the world had happened in Tortuga? And what was up with this drastic season change? And that journal lying on the ground, which he knelt down to pick up - it wasn't a treasure he remembered uncovering. He was too confused and angry right now to make any sense of it.
Was this all that scalawag Jack Sparrow's doing again? If it was, he should better pray that Barbossa doesn't get his hands on him. Just marooning him on that bloody island wouldn't do this time... No, his fellow pirate would remember him as the scourge of the seven seas...
The (former) captain was already walking through the forest, trying to find anything - a path, a tavern, a port. It's there where somebody could find him and possibly help him understand what's going on.]
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As Barbossa walked by and stumbled upon the woman and the duck alike, his eyes couldn't help but look back at the odd creature, his brows scrunched at the sight.
"What are ye lookin' at?", he thought. What was this thing? He was pretty sure Tortuga wasn't populated by ducks.
After a brief moment of an ensuing staring contest, he looked to the woman beside him, who apparently hadn't noticed him quite yet.]
I think ye have yer duck starin' at me, lass.
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[She snaps her fingers twice and the duck gives up his staring and trots amiably to her side.] I'm sorry if he startled you. He's harmless. [Vivi bobs her head in a small bow of greeting.] My name's Vivi, and this is Carue. Did you just arrive?
[And she pauses there to let the newcomer speak. If the situation is as she thinks, he'll probably have some questions.]
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Rest assured, miss. It would take a lot more than the look on yer duck's face to startle the likes of me.
[He could remember some of the stares Jack, his pet monkey, would give him at times when he was hungry and his master happened to be eating the last apple around. Now those were close to being unsettling, and Carue reminded him of them quite well.]
I woke up a while ago somewhere in the middle of this wretched forest and I been wanderin' ever since.
[He narrowed his eyes a bit curiously in Vivi's way, a hint of suspicion there.]
...Where is it that have I arrived at, exactly?
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[She trails off to point to her back, though her own wings are currently covered by her winter coat right now. It seems to her he'll be more inclined to believe what she has to tell him if he's already discovered his new appendages.]
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Aye, I did, and ye see, I couldn't help but wonder why. It is a... curious thing for a man to wake up with a pair of wings on his back. Foreboding.
[At the very least, they were black. If he actually had his hat and pirate outfit on, then maybe they wouldn't look as odd on him as they did now. He was, after all, dressed in nothing but a pair of white cotton pants.]
Where might this... Luceti we're in be, miss Vivi, hmm?
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[She holds her coat out to him--no, it definitely won't be a perfect fit, but seeing as how he's practically naked in this chilly weather, she can't not offer.]
Luceti is... Well. Wherever you came from before, this is a completely different place. A different world, really. [She watches his face to see how he reacts to that. It's a bit much to swallow, she knows, especially from a perfect stranger.]
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And I don't suppose we can use these wretched wings to fly, hmm? They be way too small, I would say. [The pirate looked behind him to catch glimpse of the black feathers on his back, and then brought his gaze back to Vivi.] Seems rather pointless, really. Naught but an irksome tease by whoever put them on us, perhaps?
[Barbossa watched the girl curiously as she offered him her coat, a moment passing before he accepted it. He had been a way out in the cold for a long time, after all, and he couldn't resist the offer.]
Much appreciated, miss Vivi. It's not often I walk around woods during the winter without any adequate attire, ye see.
[He put it on, and it really wasn't a perfect fit, but it was better than nothing. It didn't look particularly good on him, but the important thing was that he was warmer now. The pirate then scratched his beard a bit as he listened to what Vivi had to say, his expression still confused while he collected his thoughts.]
I've made me fair share of trips into uncharted waters, but never quite made it to another world before... What I still can't put me finger on, however, was how and why exactly I was brought here.
[There was a slight frown on his features now, his brows furrowed at the girl. Clearly, he was not happy being separated from his world and seemingly everything he had there.]
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[She waits until she's sure he's following, then reaches into a pocket to pull out her journal.]
There are things here called 'Shifts'--I don't really understand how they work, but they change things, and I suppose that's how we're brought here. Did you find a book like this near you? [If not, he'll find one soon enough. She's already got hers open, paging through it to find what she's looking for.]
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But she was his best bet for any clarity on the situation, so he went on to follow her as she urged him to. Warm clothes and a hot meal sounded nice to him, and even though he still had her coat on him, it could stand to be less cold in this wretched forest. But - one thing...]
Me things? Me clothes and possessions are here too, then? And what has become of me ship? [One could only hope that most of what he had was still here, otherwise things could get unpleasant.]
[The talk about these 'Shifts' kind of went over his head, but at the very least he could answer Vivi's query.] Aye, I woke up with this lyin' right next to me. Didn't exactly spare the time to really peruse it yet.