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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.]

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Havin' a nearby a sea or ocean would mean that there is some way to freedom from this place, I'd say. Let me guess, one can't quite sail to the other side? Perhaps they would find themselves back here, back to where they hailed from, hmm?

[Otherwise one would think that there would be more people interested in heading to the other side of the mountains. Providing escape or not, it was something Barbossa definitely wanted to check out; and most importantly, to see whether his ship was there.

The pirate captain checked out the guide that the dragon mentioned while still keeping a wary eye out for any suspicious and drastic movements on the creature's part.]

This 'guide' is extensive, aye... but it seems like we've got naught but time to read it in here, hmm? [He looked up to the dragon, one of his brows lifting while he still held onto the book.]

I shall spare some of mine to go through it later, - [His voice trailed off when he realized he couldn't quite use 'matey', 'lad', 'scalawag' or anything of the sort for this particular specimen, making him wonder as to how the creature was actually called.] ...Do ye happen to have a name, by the way, dragon?

[It might have been downgrade for Spock, but for Barbossa the technology that made this building was certainly a huge step up. It did look modern enough to make his eyes widen a little, though its actual contents was what would probably really fascinate him.]

A generous 'gift' like that one like me would consider a trap, Mr. Spock, but seein' as folk have been usin' it for a while, I would say that it's probably harmless. One can never be sure, though.

[There would always be a little bit of suspicion towards anything that he was given by what should be his enemy, after all.

Now, Barbossa was the one to do Spock's trademark gesture as he quirked an eyebrow in his direction while heading through the door.]

And kind of simulations are ye talkin' about exactly, hmm? What happens inside?

[Spock would probably find Barbossa's cluelessness amusing, seeing how much his world had to catch up in terms of technology.]

True enough. [Having a ship was as useful in Luceti as being able to fly. Sure it was still a freedom, but a limited taste within the large enclosure.]

I will admit, I do not recollect the name completely. The Blackbeard of my world and time does not yet have a flagship, nor will he obtain one if I have any say in it.

[She bows as a butler would bow and the chainsaw vanishes from her hands. Easier to move this way, even if her gestures aren't half as terrifying now. When she straightens, she turns and starts walking toward the village.]

You would be surprised. It behoves them to be generous considering the nature of the village. The other guinea pigs can get rather testy when they perceive someone as being less than altruistic on their shared morality scale. A shame, really. It does make them all rather boring after awhile.

[All goody-two-shoes and not a single black pock among them that hasn't yet been tamed into submission.]

You'll find your clothing and weapons at the shops, all laid out pretty for you. Although don't take more than you need. They get testy about that, too.

What happens? Essentially, anything you can program.

[The Vulcan gestured to the many doors surrounding the tall, circular room, and the many consoles and computers.]

The residents usually utilize the Dome for training exercises, to enhance specific fighting skills and stealth.
Or, as a means of entertainment.

[Spock opened one of the simulation doors, to reveal a plain, dark room...
When it shut, the Vulcan went over to a computer console and pressed a few buttons. The next time Spock opened the door, it revealed a spacious room containing a traditional dojo...

....a Luceti favourite.]

Well, well! [Suddenly, the name Blackbeard didn't carry the same connotations of fear and awe anymore. At least, in Marco's world.] Ye had the Moby Dick, Captain Marco, along with those other galleons ye mentioned. I can't imagine what would make yer Blackbeard a worthy foe if he didn't even have a ship.

[Certainly, if not for the Queen Anne's Revenge, Barbossa would've still had his Pearl and his leg, for that matter. Of course, until he was eventually sucked into this world anyway, so that was kind of moot right now.]

...Unless, of course, he cowardly runs away from yer prying eyes, and that be the reason ye haven't dealt with him yet?

[And when the chainsaw disappeared, Barbossa had his eyes blink a bit again, only being reminded of what exactly she was capable of.]

Showin' off yer powers, are ye, or what? What else ye got in there? [Short cackle.]

[Not that he expected that he would be revealed everything she could do, and for that, he would still keep being somewhat mistrustful. It was not like he'd normally reveal his entire hand anyway.

Luceti, however, was shaping up to be yet another special circumstance indeed.]

Ye may be right, however, all of us seem to be sharin' this common enemy in the form of these Malnosso folk ye mentioned earlier. Perhaps the thrill both of us seek can be found in puttin' and end to them?

[Well, at least that was comforting. Whatever this place was, there was an element of doubt as to whether it could actually give him the type of clothes he wanted. Ship or no ship, he wanted his own back.]

Ye seem to have more knowledge as to how to use this... strange journal than I do. I'm fairly sure ye can elaborate further on that, at the very least.

[Barbossa found himself arriving in the village soon enough, and yes, luckily for him, it was on the path and in the direction he had taken. However, from here on out, he was pretty lost as to the locations of the item shop and the Welcome Center that Robin mentioned.

One could only hope she was around here somewhere.]

Blimey... What in blazes is all this?...

[The renowned pirate captain could only gawk at the sight of the plethora of consoles and computers, feeling lost around all of this highly advanced technology. He listened and took in what Spock had to say, but he was fairly certain he had no idea as to how all of this even functioned.]

Not a lot of volunteers for actual, real combat on the premises, aye? Or have we not the means to train in the real world? [Meaning Luceti, of course, though he was still not sure how real that was.]

[A traditional dojo, huh? Well, that's certainly something Barbossa hasn't seen before either, though he could certainly benefit from it.]

Did ye just create this from thin air by fiddlin' around with... that? [He pointed to the computer console. And yes, he did not like being in unfamiliar waters such as these, with so many things around him that were beyond his immediate comprehension.]

[Barbossa noticed the look of brief concern on Buffy's face, but this time he didn't make much of it as he simply went back to taking another drink from the rum.]

Well, old Jack does definitely know how to make a name of himself everywhere he goes. [A chuckle. The fact that he learned about him being here during his first day in Luceti proved that.]

...He's not that old -- [ she argues, almost petulantly. even as she realizes that the man didn't mean it as an adjective denoting age but instead one of familiarity. ] You're no spring chicken yourself, you know...

'Thin air' is an inadequate depiction...

Allow me to explain...The simulation rooms utilize two major subsystems... the holographic image and the conversion of matter. The holographic imaging system creates realistic environments and landscapes. The conversion system of matter creates physical objects from the central supply of raw materials from the Dome... or whatever power source the Malnosso are supplying it with. Under normal conditions, a participant in a holographic simulation should not be able to distinguish a real object from a simulated one.

[Spock allowed a moment for Barbossa to process this information...then continued.]

The simulators also generates impressive recreations of humanoid and other forms of life by means of precisely-shaped force fields covered by holographic imagery, with the effect that they seem solid to the touch. They are made to move by use of tractor beams, resulting in highly articulated and computer-controlled "puppets" which are exceptionally realistic, showing nearly equal behaviour to that exhibited by living beings, depending, of course, on the limits of the software involved. However, the replication-based material transport system is obviously unable to reproduce a living being.
Solid, inanimate objects on the simulated—items such as a book, a rock, or an apple...are composed of matter arranged by the replication system and, when deemed appropriate by the computer system, can be interacted with or even consumed. Objects created by replication of matter are physically real and can indeed be removed from the simulators, noting only that they will no longer be under the control of the computer once removed from the simulation. However, objects created in the simulation that are purely images can not be removed from the simulated environment, even if they seem to have a physical reality due to the force fields.

[Spock tilted his head...He purposely left out a lot of technical lingo... and hoped that the Captain understood.] Do you have any questions?

[She grins as she looks over her shoulder, amused at his interest.] Oh, my dearest captain, when I show off my powers, you'll know.

[She hasn't had a chance in awhile, which annoys her, but sometime soon perhaps she can really let loose again. She just has to be patient and wait the rest of these people out.

She looks away again and keeps moving forward, picking her way along.]

As for the Malnosso, I'm afraid they're far too cowardly to show their faces here. Instead they like to shove us into their war and let us fight against those who wish to kill us rather than simply imprison us. However, should you ever wish to have a go at it against them, I would be more than happy to be of assistance.

[Oh, goodness. Oh, Davy Jones. What in the seven seas. In hindsight? Maybe he should have simply not asked.

It definitely was a good thing that Spock was... considerate enough to leave out most of the technical lingo because he was most certainly going to be cut off by the pirate. Who, at this time, was simply staring at at the Vulcan, having made an attempt to initially listen to him but soon enough, he was only hearing him.

Curses. And he thought Jack Sparrow was hard to understand.]

...I think I'll just take that as a "yes", Mr. Spock. [The pirate was pretty satisfied with just leaving it at that.] And nay, ye have been... more than informative about this, I'm inclined to say. [Please no more. Please.]

On second thought, what do ye say we... drop the explanations and examine the possibilities of this thing instead, hmm? [Barbossa took a couple of steps forward into the dojo, away from the Vulcan himself, his back turned to him.] I can't help but be curious, being a pirate captain, ye see, whether one can recreate ship-to-ship combat here.

[The traditional dojo could've been Luceti's favorite, but at the very least he could get a real sword in the village.]

[Spock tilted his head...]

The simulations have many capabilities... Though can I presume you meant a water-based ship?

[Hey... Barbossa could have been a space-pirate.... right? The Vulcan needed to make sure. Luceti was no place to make assumptions.]

[The question initially confused Barbossa, making him turn around and look at the Vulcan dumbfoundedly with his brows furrowed. Was this guy for real?

Oh, wait. The man was clearly from a world that was way ahead of his own, seemingly having an understanding of all of this tech around them - ergo, in other words, somebody from the future; this whole structure had that kind of look of it, too. So perhaps he meant...]

...Aye, I did. I can assume that yer questions implies that folk have found a way to construct workin' airships perhaps, back in yer own world, Mr. Spock?

[To be a captain of an airship... The thought of that happening at some point was alluring to a lot of folk back home, but it was an idea to still become an actual reality. Barbossa didn't know how to feel about it, though, and whether it would be the same as being out in the seas.]

[And with that, he would drop the topic of Grell's powers for now; for now, she only got a look through furrowed brows in response to her comment.]

If ye are so sure, miss. [He cackled slightly with skepticism, not really knowing whether she was overstating herself and whether she was truly capable of something more than what she displayed.]

In other words, ye're sayin' we be forced to do the dirty work for 'em.

[Just wonderful - and to top it off, there even seemed to be other folk in these lands who even had an even more hostile predisposition towards the villagers.]

Not that I would prefer bein' killed by those who we're sent after, of course. Speaking of, who else is in these lands apart from us and them anyway?

No. You would be more likely to crash against the barrier and drown.

[ When Barbossa turned his attentions to the journal and its guide, Draco turned his back to his meal. There isn't much left to the deer, but he'll look it over and pick at it until he's sure that's really true.

He leaves off of it again when the pirate speaks up once more. ]

It was a bit long-winded, in my opinion. [ As for names... hmm. ] I happen to have several of them, but in this place I go only by Draco. And yourself?

Indeed, there are working 'airships' in my universe... However, the ship that I work on occupies a space with no air.

[Cryptic answer is cryptic.... Spock goes to the panel and types in a few commands...
...then the room around them hazes out and is replaced by the Bridge of the Enterprise. The viewscreen shows outer space, stars lazily moving past as the hologram moves them through a simulated warp.]

This is the ship I help command... The USS Starship Enterprise NC-1701...

Now, isn't that a lovely consequence! The seemingly endless and vast seas be nothin' but an illusion of freedom, a tease of what we could have that we regrettably don't in this land. [So even worse than what he initially thought. No wonder folk were not really interested in building ships and sailing off, for it was a completely pointless exercise. Not that he wouldn't mind actually having at least something closer to home; to be an actual still, most of all.]

Draco, ye say? [A light scoff escaped his lips before he said anything else.] Quite unimaginative for one of yer kind, I'd say.

As for myself, I be Captain Barbossa of the Queen Anne's Revenge.

The Malnosso, the cultists, our little enclosure and several enclosures like it, unfortunately. Some have been here longer, some not half as long.

But you'll rarely run into their lot unless you decide to do the dirty work of our all-caring overlords. [Grell waves a hand dismissively toward the sky, then reaches into her jacket to pull out her journal. She turns it to this page and hands it over to him.]

You may find this an amusing read.

[And as one might imagine, the USS Starship Enterprise NC-1701 was quite a different vessel than the Queen Anne's Revenge, leaving Barbossa at loss for words for a fair bit of time as he walked around the bridge aimlessly, his eyes shifting from computer to computer, ending up looking towards outer space, too.]

This be yer ship?... [He looked around, completely stupefied as a man who came from the middle of eighteenth century Earth. The technology here looked even more advanced than the simulator itself, and after he looked around some, he brought his gaze to Spock's.] Well, well. Ye failed to mention that ye were a fellow captain, Mr. Spock.

[As a captain, however, he was still more prone to catching on to a ship's functions than somebody else would from his time.] In that case, this be the bridge, or what? If this be an actual space ship, then ye would certainly not need any sails, but what has become of the helm?

[Absolutely fascinating. This day was becoming almost too overwhelming for Barbossa, and he had seen so many strange things in his time already. There was both a hint of disbelief as well as excitement in his voice as he said his query. Before he gave Spock a chance to answer, though, he added something very important.]

Keep in mind I'm naught but a humble pirate, eh? Lay off a bit on the... technicalities this time, would ye?

Well, well. This lot of miserable and unfortunate souls is even bigger than I imagined, then. [What a big 'happy' family this was turning out to be.]

[Barbossa proceeded to grab hold of the journal that she handed him, and most particularly, the guide she had opened it to. His brows immediately furrowed at the sight of the multiple sections, and he quickly skimmed through it all.

It was so long. If it was truly informative, he would read it eventually, but still...]

What is all this, miss Sutcliffe? A bunch of lengthy guidelines as to what this place is? [One of the few good things about the Code of the Pirate Brethren was that, at the very least, was ten times shorter than this and one could easily memorize it. The other good thing was that it was open to multiple interpretations, of course.]

I am not the Enterprise's Captain... I am it's First Officer.

You see that viewscreen? This is a simulation of what the Enterprise actually sees as it travels...

As it does travel through Space.
The ship itself is quite large... [Spock went to a panel.... and changed the viewscreen to show a model of the Enterprise.]

As you can see, the hull is here....

[Vivi wishes she had an answer for him, but to be honest, a lot of the motivations at work here are still a mystery to her. She can only give a somewhat helpless shrug before she beckons, starting in the direction of the village.] Let's walk. I can show you where to get warm clothes and find some of your things, and we can get a hot meal if you'd like.

[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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