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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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[There have been other strange things Barbossa had been exposed to before, so hearing about him supposedly being transported to a whole different world didn't take him aback as much as it could've otherwise - though it didn't ease his irritation.

Well, that may have answered another one of his earlier questions - Belle could as well have come from another world herself.]

A village, ye say? Are we close to it?

[As for the Malnosso... even if he were to ask, this woman already said that nobody knew their reasons for taking people. So she was as clueless as to why he was taken from his ship and crew as he was. He proceeded to nod in response to her bringing up the journal.]

Aye, this was lyin' next to me when I woke up in this damned forest. I was not exactly in the mood for readin' this much material at the time, ye see.

[Though it sounded like he would have to to understand what was going on better.]

What would be preferable, miss Belle, is if I find me old clothes and hat. [And ship.] Did those... Malnosso ye speak of take them as well?

[He already spoke the name of their captors with a certain distaste, and if he learned that they had stolen his favorite attire from him, he would like them even less - and it would show.]

[If the full-frontal appearance of this particular man would have set James Norrington's teeth on edge, the sound of his voice has the startled sailor reaching at once for his sword. A sword he that he isn't carrying. So, rather than grasp at the air around his waist like a damned fool he sets his palm on his hip and cocks his elbow -- and manages to look a damned fool anyway.]

Captain Barbossa.

[The admiral's voice had been friendly at first, but now it grew cold and clipped. Accusatory. That mocking, raspy voice, the bulbous nose protruding from a vile and weathered face -- there could be no doubt that this was the Pirate Lord Hector Barbossa. Worse, if Norrington had with-held any hope that the pirate might be an apparition, a shift, or some phantom dredged from his memory, the wings and the clothes marked him out as a permanent resident of the village and its environs - at least in so far as anyone here was here to stay. So, an old crow had joined Luceti's troubled flock.]

Pity.

[OOC: Uuuuh yeah! Hi! I'm Gavin, and this is Norrington. He's been here a while but he mostly keeps to himself, so you probably aren't the only one who didn't. Know, I mean. We had a Liz not long ago but alas, no longer.]

Edited (Lots of reasons.) 2013-03-24 19:23 (UTC)

[It would've certainly been a temporary holiday from him, but now, being deprived from his ship and crew and any waters to sail on felt like unnecessary punishment instead. For Jack, though...]

Aye. Last I saw of ye, reality wasn't quite workin' out for you, was it? Several ships in bottles doesn't beat havin' an actual ship, I'd say.

[He rolled his eyes a bit at Jack's last comment, but let out an amused chuckle regardless.]

Ye know I prefer to just keep the plumage on me hat, thank you, Jack. Though I'm sure ye're satisfied with yers.

[Faith perks up immediately at the word ship. But, first, she'll answer his question.]

They are. I... believe there is somehow magic involved, sir, though I know little about any of it.

Some of your things will arrive here, some will not. It is... very difficult to know what will arrive and when.

[But, now. She can't even bother to hide some of her excitement.]

I believe, sir, you said you have a ship?

Oh yes, the village is only a short distance down this path. [She points to the path stretching out behind her.]

Well, you certainly don't need to read all of it. Only the guide that's at the back. [She flips to the back of her own journal and holds it out to him. The guide is displayed neatly down the page.]

It will tell you all you need to know. However if you're not in the mood to read it and have questions, I can do my best to answer them myself.

We need to go to the shop. Most of the time people's missing clothes and items show up there.

[And the sudden change in tone was what gave it away for Barbossa as well - now this was certainly the way the Commodore always used to address him. No mistake about that. His previously friendly words had also thrown him off before.

Norrington wasn't the only one to look stupid for a bit, though, because Barbossa had always gotten used to having his gun and sword with him on the collar of his outfit. And only until recently, he had them. So, his reaction was not too different, reaching at something that wasn't quite there.

A moment passed until he eventually replied.]

Well, well. Isn't it Commodore James Norringtion. Ye're alive... Pity.

[Barbossa was certainly taken aback, and the look on his features showed that, but being risen from the dead himself, it wasn't as big of a shock to him as it could've been. The question was why Norrington was here, not how.

And another question was, of course, whether he had something to do with Barbossa being transported here all of a sudden. Though he hadn't failed to see his surprise at seeing him, either.]

Where be yer hat? I was quite fond of it.

[OOC: Nice to meet you, I'm Theodore and I recently joined up with Barbossa & Ai! Sucks about Elizabeth, but still glad to have as many castmates as I do.]

[Well. Hector Barbossa would've surely had at least some memory of the time he was forced out of his ship, stripped out of his clothes, and supposedly sailed off to a remote island and dumped in the middle of the forest.

Vile wizardry was involved, of that he was sure.]

Then one can only hope I got most of me things back here, or I won't be particularly merry.

Aye, I do, miss Long. I be the Captain of the Queen Anne's Revenge, Barbossa.

[He nodded his head slightly as he introduced himself to her.]

If these wretched folk ye mentioned were feelin' generous, they would've brought it here as well.

[Seeing as they made sure they took his hat and the rest of his attire, though, and left him with basically nothing, he was somehow skeptical that his ship was still here.]

[Norrington assumes that the question is a snide acknowledgement of their differing appearances and that the pirate had asked it an attempt to conjure sympathy - after all, the admiral is finely dressed indeed. He seems well off by all appearances, so where's the hat to top it off? While Barbossa wanders lost in a plain, drab shift. Well, let him wander. He would be more successful at squeezing pity from a rock.]

It is such a peculiar thing - to be robbed of all that you have ever owned and dropped into this place - but it is not such an unusual thing. Every person here has experienced the same, myself and all the others, and speaking of it will get you no sympathy.

[It is not true, of course. In his own experience the people of Luceti are extremely generous to newcomers, and even being rendered penniless is arguably tolerable in a village whose shops stock items free for the taking. But Norrington's immediate deception is itself a misdirection. He had found his own hat soon after arriving, and if Barbossa never knows that? Well then he will never consider stealing it.]

[OOC: Have you met our witty Jack-player yet?]

Edited (All the reasons.) 2013-03-24 20:13 (UTC)

[There were a lot of things to be pissed about, but at least being near that village was good news. The pirate captain wouldn't mind finding and putting something on - preferably his old clothes - and warming himself up. Or visiting the local bar. He sure hoped there was one.

After seeing that guide on Belle's journal, Barbossa opened up his to look for his own guide there. He found it, but even that was a bit lengthy, the pirate sighing a bit upon seeing how much of it there was. At least he'd be particularly well-informed.

He would read it soon, but there were some high-priority questions he wanted to ask first.]

I don't suppose that this village has a port, hm? Some kind of an outlet to the seas?

[Folk there probably wouldn't be trapped if there was, he assumed.]

Then off to the shops we go, miss Belle. I hope, for their sake, that they won't ask me to pay them gold for things that are me own to begin with.

[And indeed, Barbossa was quite at a disadvantage here, without his hat and general attire that he was rather fond of, too. Embarrassment does not quite hit him, but there was no pleasure in standing in nothing but a pair of white cotton pants in front of James Norrington of all people either.

But it was also true that he did like Norrington's hat. Just not much as his own.]

I don't seek sympathy, lad. As a pirate captain, I have given up on expectin' any of that long ago. Ye should know that.

[There was really nobody who would sympathize - neither his own crew, who'd just assume command of his ship, and certainly not his enemies and the British Navy. And especially not James Norrington. He didn't seem to be impressed by his wooden leg, either - not that he expected him to. And Barbossa was okay with that.]

What I seek is me ship and me clothes, or a place that's anywhere but this blasted forest that I've spent at least a couple of hours wanderin' around. I'm somehow gettin' the feelin' that I won't find them, though.

[Indeed, it sounded like an ill wind blew upon him if he took Norrington's words to heart. Though he certainly wasn't a fellow that he'd immediately put his trust in.]

[OOC: Oh, I have - she roleplays a great Jack Sparrow. I've just started a tag with her in this thread, and I also roleplayed with Jack in the training wings. Also, I take it you usually edit your tags a lot. :P]

[This was a second time that several words went over Barbossa's head, but he didn't make the effort to inquire further as to what 'illegal downloading', for instance, meant. Though it sounded like his kind of thing.

Instead, he answered her next question with a scoff.]

Only as kitschy as the pirate himself, miss. Besides, the name of one's ship is what matters more, I'd say.

[And the best one there was, truthfully, was the Black Pearl. That was not to say that the captain didn't matter, though. Surely, the Black Pearl wasn't ever at its full potential at the command of one Jack Sparrow.]

I'll indulge ye, however. I be Captain Barbossa of the Queen Anne's Revenge.

[ the little distraction of a stir-stick clatters to the floor, for buffy summers drops it in her surprise. she hasn't quite managed to crouch low and retrieve it when she demands -- somewhat sharply: ] Come again?

[ both names are familiar: barbossa and the queen anne's revenge. the former, from a long litany of jack's tales and the latter from one told just after sparrow had returned from a brief return home.

she tries to question him as obliquely as possible: ] You're not talking about the Queen Anne's Revenge that used to belong to one very irate and ill-reputed Blackbeard, hmm?

[It would have been so easy to set Barbossa to chasing wild and slippery geese. Norrington had considered pointing the pirate down a path that skirted the village, and even now he wondered whether he might not gesture into the forest and say 'straight ahead, lad, ten minutes that way and it'll be hot baths and bourbon for you matey.' The pin that belays him, in the end, is the rogue and incorrigible fool Jack Sparrow. The admiral has seen that man take such pains to better himself as he could never have believed if he had not witnessed them with his own two eyes. Futhermore, Norrington knows better than most that hanging Barbossa would not rid this world of him, and that imprisoning the rogue is hardly a viable option either. Not with the heroes running rampant in Luceti.

And that really only leaves reforming the man, now, doesn't it?]

Of for the love of--

It happens that I am on my way to the village just now myself, and I suppose I can hardly stop you hobbling along if you should choose to follow. You will find clothes and food, and there is a bar just waiting to be divested of its stores of rum.

[He begins walking away, with that, and it is clear by his gait that expects the pirate to make every effort to keep up. After four of five steps he adds,]

But whatever you should choose to do, I would warn you not to ask the barmaid for papaya - in any form at all.

[OOC: Usually? HAH. I laugh in the face of usually. Chuckle, that is. Or, I mean, I smile in its face. What I mean is that yes, I edit always. I'm known for it. I'm probably known among Luceti-folks as that guy who edits his tags. Sorry.]

[Queen Anne's Revenge. It's a name Faith knows. An old, old ship, lost a hundred years before her time.

She's aware that this place is something fantastic, beyond the pale of the world she knows. There are creatures she's never seen and people from centuries ahead. Yet the name Barbossa with that ship... She can't recall tales of that. Teach, yes.

Cautiously, she ventures, her hesitation likely showing in her voice:]

You call her after Blackbeard's ship, sir?

[Some misunderstanding, perhaps, or an old Stuart sympathy or... something. If she's found herself in the company of a pirate, her safety may well be in jeopardy, and she knows it.]

[OH NO YOU DI'INT, HECTOR. The Pearl will one day be free! Be sure of it!]

I am. The wings can be shivery things, but not always in a bad way. Where IS your hat, by the bye?

[An eyeroll.] The flagship of a fleet of identical galleons that carried sixteen hundred between them. As she has burned up right now, I suppose it is all rather moot. Not to mention none of the ships are here in this world.

And no. The wings are from being in this world at all, supposedly. How much of that is true remains to be seen. The Malnosso erected the barrier that holds us all in here, however. Were it not for that, we would all be running wild on the high seas. Or deserts. One of those. Perhaps both.

[ Draco eyes the pirate as he walks out into view. White pants and that's all, is it? So it is that time after all. He arches his scaly brows at that question, though. One he's heard so many times. ]

A talking dragon? Is that what I am? Why, I hadn't noticed at all. [ A potentially rude talking dragon, apparently. ] And of that I am not surprised. Many places do not seem to have my kind, but no matter. It would seem that you're newly arrived. Is that right?

What standing the two of you have.

[What a curious thing. A relic, really, but one that should be treated with care and honour and one which Grell is all too happy to indulge.]

I'm afraid my only allegiance is to Him [She points to the sky] and my work, but I'm certainly not adverse to lending a hand to one of such... [She studies him for a moment.] ...charm and grace. Captain Barbossa, how may I be of assistance?

[Spock regarded Barbossa with an odd look...]

I am uncertain if Captain Sparrow stole your ship....You will have to confront him yourself on that matter.

[They were coming close to the village center, where all the quaint shops were lined up.

When they arrived at the clothing shop, Spock opened the door for Barbossa... he was nothing if not polite.] Hopefully we will find your belongings here, Captain.

A port? No, I can't say that there is. We're surrounded by forest and mountains here. And I have not been out of the village since I arrived so I cannot say what else is out there.

[She turns and begins leading them back down the path she came from.]

Oh no. There is no need for money here.

Your ship is likely in the world you left. Your possessions are in the item shop. As to why [she shrugs] who knows?

[Near the borders of the forest, he'll happen upon a young woman with bright blue hair...and her oversized pet, a yellow duck large enough to ride on, though he's just trotting along behind her for now. She doesn't notice Barbossa at first, as she's facing away from him, but Carue, the duck, catches wind of the man and stares at him curiously.]

You might. The exact cause of our arrival in this world is still unknown, apparently.

[And he gives a smug grin, replying in a very false-sounding tone, with a smile to match.] Oh, me? Why, I doubt you'll find a more virtuous man in this whole enclosure!

But, mm... I'm not so sure if there have been attempts at rebellion, but they must have been futile. That organization, the Malnosso - they're the ones holding all the cards here, so to speak. They observe from outside this bubble, and their control is absolute. Yet you'll find the accommodations in this area to be much more appealing than those expected for test subjects and prisoners.

[Come on - there was one ship here, and it just happened to be under the command of old Jack, just after he had lost his? That was way too implicating.]

And that I will! I want to see that ship with me own two eyes. Looks like I have.... pleasantries to exchange with its "captain".

[He wouldn't do anything rash, though; if Jack had been the one to steal his ship after it appeared here, then he once again proved to be an unpredictable fellow... If it was him behind this, and if he had his ship there, Barbossa would have to be cautious as well.]

Ye don't happen to know the name of the vessel, Mr. Spock?

[Please don't say Queen Anne's Revenge.

Just before entering the clothing shop, Barbossa lifted a brow as he looked at Spock, a moment passing before he entered.]

If this be the dress code in Luceti [He pointed at Spock's attire.], then me clothes shan't be hard to find if they be here.

And what business is it of yers?

[Though she would have definitely known how Jack and Barbossa felt about each other if she were his lackey; so in the end her comment worked for her favor. The pirate captain visibly eased up more, though he certainly wasn't as polite as he could be yet.]

Ye're one of them religious folk, then? [He glanced up the sky for a moment.] Or is it not any... fictional god where yer faith lies? [For there were gods he had seen with his own two eyes, and it was only such a god that could be inclined to pledge allegiance to.]

[Her comment after she studied him was dripping with sarcasm, but Barbossa said nothing. She wasn't really trying to make him more friendly to her, though, was she?]

Ye may assist in findin' me clothes and ship, if they be here. [And regain some of that charm and grace, as well as authority.]

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