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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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[Acquaintances may be the best way to put it, and it was the word Barbossa would use himself, not without a certain degree of reluctance.

He eyed her up when she dropped down cautiously, standing his ground just as before. If what she was saying was true, then it was a relief that it wasn't Jack who had tricked him (again), though now he would only redirect his anger at the Malnosso, for whom he'd certainly have more questions later. Though he wasn't sure whether to believe her or not yet...]

Indulge me curiosity. What other question, pray tell, have I answered?

[He lift his brows at her curtsey and her greeting. She went on surprising him and keeping him as confused as ever.

The old pirate scoffed a little before he responded.]

Are ye pledging yer allegiance to me or what? If ye are, then ye're now talkin' to yer Captain, Ms. Sutcliffe. I be Barbossa of the Queen Anne's Revenge.

[He was too busy taking another drink of the rum to notice that she deep was in thought. Her question amused him, though.]

Ye only got it now, did ye? This is a very strange place indeed.

[Not only would he be recognized as the infamous captain he was, but just being a pirate should already attract certain people and push away others.

He then looked at her with curiosity of his own, scratching his beard a little as he did.]

Well, then. It sounds like ye've had the... pleasure of making acquaintance with a pirate then, miss. Or have ye only heard tales?

Both. [ she reaches for a cocktail stir-stick. ] With the making of acquaintances and the hearing of tales. Also? The watching of the movies and the illegal downloading of the music.

[ chewing idly on the stick, now. ] I guess this means you have one of those wildly kitschy pirate names?

[James Norrington has chosen today to make one of his rare trips into town. The time for the trip has been strictly allotted, of course. Three hours only. He will not dally longer. He has clothed himself in a purple silk button-down shirt and a pair of jeans and yes, the shirt is ostentatious by his own standards but he'd never seen a more costly fabric at the item shop than this one. These things are important, after all. Who knows who he might run into by chance? Truly, if he knows anything about the daughters of admirals, he knows that they are intruiged by finely dressed men with large houses boasting ocean views.

So he claps eyes on the man in the new-feather gown just as soon as he - Norrington - turns a particular blind corner on the forest path that preceeds the village. If he'd know when he woke up this morning that by mid-day he'd be hailing Hector Barbossa? Well, sufficed to say he would have worn that ugly brown tunic with holes in the back and a pair of worn-out sandals.]

You will be gratified to know you that you are on the right track.

[He says, by way of introduction, failing for now to identify the fellow by the back of his head. Barbossa would be forgiven if he mistook the admiral, too, for James had long since abandoned the wig and hat that marked him out in a crowd. Powder is in short supply, here, and people... well... they make fun of the hat. He forgives them that. They know no better.]

The village is just ahead. Three, perhaps four minutes at a brisk walk. I trust you know the way?

Edited (prose to not prose, vest to shirt. I think that's good. Is that good? That's good.) 2013-03-22 15:54 (UTC)

[ No one ever includes dragons in those. Truly the leading cause to adventurer and hero death. And unfortunately, his age aside, Draco's hearing is still sharper than the average human's. The muttered word and the crunch of snow underfoot pulls his attention away from the deer. He's hoping another animal might be about to stumble foolishly into reach, but... no. They've learned to avoid the smell of dragon by now.

More likely a villager. It's hardly the first time one's wandered across him while he's been down from the mountains. That in mind, he tries to sound casual and friendly when he speaks!

As... casual and friendly as several tons of scales, claws, and teeth can be. Well. Okay, that takes some getting used to, but he's got a charming accent at least? ]

Hello? I can hear you out there, you know. No use in sneaking about.

[The reception might have been a touch (or lot) cooler were Faith aware of the man's chosen profession. His way of speaking answers for many possibilities. Many of them are nautical, and that is a welcome thought.]

Miss Faith Long, sir.

If you'll come this way, sir, I'll show you to where you can find clothes. Your own may be there, or our... hosts [said in the way that a proper lady would disguise a much more vulgar word] might not see fit to supply those yet. But there will be something suitable, I'm sure.

If you'd like, I will try to answer what questions I can.

[Laughs.] Your type does not appeal enough to go to such lengths, I assure you.

No, you are in Luceti, now. The Malnosso are fond of leaving people just in their skivvies when they arrive here, but your regular may be found in the free shops in town.

Negative, there is no currency in Luceti... except for extra items you can purchase from the Malnosso with credit they award you if you go on missions for them.

[Spock lifted an eyebrow...]

Your ship? I doubt it is here... the only ship that I know of is currently looking for a crew.

I believe I was talking to one Captain Jack Sparrow regarding this.

[Belle takes in the sight of the man who appears and visibly relaxes. She can tell almost instantly that he's a New Feather from his attire. Finally closing her book, she smiles at him.]

Hello, Captain. My name is Belle.

Are you in need of any help? [After all, she doesn't know whether he's spoken to anyone across the journal yet or not.]

I suppose you're correct on that front. It's refreshing to meet someone who can help me feel like a spry young man in comparison.

[He said with a clear shrug. He really doesn't mind one way or another, but joking about his age is something he likes to do. And something he doesn't like to do is be helpful. But he goes on.]

A challenge, is it? You've been taken outside of your time and space into a wholly different world and stuck within an enclosure that's run by the scientists of questionable character.

Hats be very important.

[she sounds amused if nothing else.]

What does it look like exactly?

[Maybe once Barbossa gets settled, he will stop into Good Spirits for some ale. Maybe -- just maybe -- he will notice a man hiding behind a potted palm.

It's a man who doesn't particularly want to TALK to him at this moment in time. A man who would prefer not to be caught sneaking out the door to make his way home with absolutely no Barbossa contact whatsoever.]

...Bloody hell.

[SORRY for such a late tag I have been internetless since Wednesday!]]

[Finally, some peace and quiet after spending ages in that blasted fore-- Wait, whose voice was that? No, it couldn't be...

But, oh yes, it was. Barbossa's eyes widened in surprise upon finally seeing the man he had dreaded seeing most - that good-for-nothing of a pirate Jack Sparrow. Sigh. Just when he was thinking that there was, in fact, an advantage to being taken from his world to this wretched place...

He slowly dropped the bottle of ale he had back on the table, keeping his gaze on his fellow pirate.]

...Captain Jack Sparrow.

[He said so with tangible disdain with his brows terribly scrunched.]

The bloody tales be true, then! Ye're here, trapped, just like I am. How... fortunate that we're in this together. [Again.]

[Seriously. What was with his luck lately, or lack thereof?]

[The sound of Robin's voice made Barbossa turn around in the forest with confusion, his eyes wide. He swore it came from just a couple of steps away from him or so...

And then, he finally saw the feed on the journal in his hand, looking at it with disbelief.

Did this piece of unearthly treasure just speak? Or was it, rather, somebody speaking through it?]

Who in Davy Jones' locker are ye? [Even without the video feed of his face, one could certainly tell he was angry.] What has become of me possessions and me ship? Why am I even here?

[And what was happening right now exactly anyway? Could she hear him?]

[What was that supposed to mean? Whatever that remark was about, it was clearly condescending, and Barbossa's brows only furrowed even more confrontationally.]

Ye're talkin' to the captain of the Queen Anne's Revenge, Barbossa, boy.

[He furrowed his arms as he looked upwards in the other pirate's direction, turning back only slightly to make sure he wasn't being ambushed.]

Who are ye, anyway? Some... queer forest dweller? A hermit forsaken by his crew?

[Whoever he was, he better hope he wasn't the one who took Barbossa's clothes and other possessions, or there would be hell to pay.]

And who, pray tell, are the Malnosso, and why am I in... Luceti, ye say? [That was certainly no island that he knew of.]

[He nodded once more in the lady's direction. Perhaps she would be of genuine help, which was relieving, but he was still confused as to his predicament and especially the whereabouts of the Queen Anne's Revenge.

Beginning to follow her, a lot of questions popped up in his mind.]

Are those... hosts of ours the ones responsible for takin' me clothes and ship, then, miss Long?

[Who dared relocate his hat and other possessions while he was asleep?]

[Barbossa narrowed his eyes a bit, briefly analyzing the woman. She didn't have the look of a frequent of Tortuga's inns, that was for sure, and she was clearly no pirate... That gave him a hard time placing her, for if she was part of the Navy, she wouldn't be nearly as friendly to him.]

...Perhaps ye could tell me where exactly we are, miss Belle.

[He ran a hand through his beard while he kept his gaze on her, and then glanced at his obnoxious New Feather attire.]

And why I woke up with naught but this... pair of inadequate pants.

[His eyes narrow briefly, but he laughs.]

I am the Captain of the Moby Dick, Marco. As neither our ships nor crews are here, you could say we have both been forsaken, matey.

The Malnosso are the dimwits that gave you the barcode tattoo on the back of your neck and decided to dump you in the forest. As for Luceti, this world delights in removing people from their home worlds and dragging them here for purposes unknown.

[Wait, what!

Draco's charming accent does not make up for the surprise and terror in Barbossa's eyes upon seeing the dragon open his mouth, but instead of breathing fire, it was astonishing when he actually spoke.

Blimey. He had been sailing for so much time and had seen so many things in his life, but a dragon hadn't been among them until today. A talking one, at that. Even his pet monkey Jack wouldn't utter a word back in the day, regrettably so.]

A... talkin' dragon, are ye?

[Barbossa took a step forward, though he kept being on his guard. The fact that he wasn't in flames yet was still a good sign, though.]

I must say, I haven't had the pleasure of... making acquaintance with one of yer kind before.

[No gold at all in Luceti to use to buy or sell? Now that sure was an odd concept. That sure added a degree of pointlessness to piracy.

Some crews, however, would still go even in Luceti if not for the treasure that may be out there and for the thrill. Such was pirate nature. Wantin' things for themselves even without payoff, things they didn't even understand.]

So those curious Malnosso are a bunch of blackmailers, then. Force us to go on adventures so as to acquire "extra items" that compel certain folk.

[Barbossa looked Spock's way as they walked and shook his head a little.]

Needless to say, Mr. Spock, it would take somethin' especially valuable for one such as I to do their dirty work.

[Like a ship. Or an infinite supply of apples (unless there already was one in Luceti). Or a neat hat, if he couldn't find his own.

Wait, what? The mention of Jack Sparrow made Barbossa nearly stop in his tracks, but his face still froze momentarily.]

Blimey! Jack be here, too? Was that wretched scalawag the one to steal me ship? [Or commandeer, as Jack would put it if he was asked the same question.]

[Jade's words might've been spoken with nonchalance, but they still got to Barbossa, who quirked his brow with a small degree of irritation. He said nothing else on the matter, though; what he knew was that he was just liking this person less and less with each word that came out of his mouth.

It did take him a couple of seconds, indeed, to register what Jade's explanation to his question was. At least it was straight to the point!

Well. Now that was strangely familiar to dying and being sent to the World's End, except that he thought he was done with those kinds of experiences. Guess not. Arrr.]

Fancy that! I wasn't exactly plannin' on taking this little trip - I guess I have those... scientists to thank for keepin' me here.

[His hand ran through his beard a little as he considered the situation, and then smirked a bit in Jade's direction.]

Questionable character, ye said?... Like yer own, ye mean?

I can see how I might think that about the scientists, myself. Has anyone taken the fight to them yet, I wonder?

[And that answers the question of how much he knows. Luckily she's had to explain the situation to a new of New Feathers in the past so it may seem well rehearsed by now.]

We're in the village of Luceti. And this may seem quite strange to hear, but this is a different world from the one you left. Everyone here, actually, has been brought here from a different world. We know that it was the work of the Malnosso who brought us here as they are the ones who run this place. But we don't know their reasons for it.

[She reaches into her pocket and pulls out a journal identical to the one Barbossa woke up next to.] You found a journal like this when you woke up did you not? There's a guide inside of it that tells you all you need to know about this place. I can show it to you.

[She follows his gaze to his pants.] Everyone who arrives wakes up in similar attire. If you would like to change I can take you to the shop to find something more adequate for you to wear.

[Hector Barbossa had certainly walked a good deal before to get where he was now, but he was not aware that he was near the village. Thinking he wasn't close to anything, his irritation had only increased by that time.

The pirate captain turned his head to face the familiar-sounding voice that he suddenly heard with caution. If not for the purple shirt that the other man had on, perhaps he could have identified him a bit more quickly than he would later on, but it looked so not like what James Norrington would normally wear that it just threw him off. The lack of his usual wig did, too.

However, Barbossa had a strong sense that this person was part of the Navy... he sure as hell didn't look like a pirate, that was for certain.]

What is this village ye speak of, lad?

[Barbossa's voice would have surely given him away, though he was currently without his own hat too. Whether people made fun of it or not, he would still bloody keep it!

He narrowed his eyes a bit and smirked a little, though with irritation and not amusement.]

Do I look like a fellow who knows the way in these wretched woods, hmm?

[OOC: Hey, I didn't know we had a Norrington here - that's awesome!]

I prefer to look at it as temporary holiday from reality.

[Which was in some cases better than actual reality. Endless rum, for one thing.]

Wings suit you. Always did look rather bold with plumage, Hector.

[Marco had the look of a pirate about him, but Barbossa still wouldn't have guessed that he was captain of anything.]

A captain, are ye now? Well, forgive me if I'm disinclined to believe ye right away, boy, for I have not heard of a Moby Dick. A sloop, was it? A merchant vessel?

[Barbossa had to narrow his eyes a bit at the mention of a barcode, and then he narrowed them even more when he learned that there was apparently a tattoo of it on the back of his neck. He couldn't quite see it, but he only turned his head around a bit for so long, wanting to keep his eyes on Marco for as long as he could.]

These Malnosso folk - are they the same... dimwits who put this pair of wings on me back, as well? [Feather ones, at that. He would've preferred skeletal or bat wings if he had the choice.]

[A lot of things didn't make much sense. Being taken here for no apparent reason, having these wings strapped on his back, having that barcode on his neck...]

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