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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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[Barbossa nodded his head in the girl's direction in response, a faint smile of amusement on his lips.]

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?

Me things better be there when we get to the shops, then, and I better not discover that some fellow has decided to take them for his own use.

[It was no doubt that there were a lot of pirates who envied him for his hat, and he wouldn't be surprised if some folk from the Royal Navy did, too. Whatever the fashion was in Luceti, that would still probably hold true here.

His eyes widened a bit at seeing the first signs of the village they were both already nearing. His mind had yet to process that this was what would become his new home for now, and it was not easy to accept.]

I reckon that since one could get whatever they desired from the shops, then I shall also be able to find me a place to stay? [And he had just gotten used to the captain's cabin in his ship again...]

[Buffy was doubtlessly a curious lass to someone like Barbossa. There were no small number of wannabe pirates in Tortuga who would abandon ship in the face of real danger, and those were all people who didn't have it in them to be suited for that job. This woman, however, didn't really strike him as somebody who would cower easily... And hey, she apparently knew who he was, and didn't seem particularly intimidated. At all, actually.

His brows lifted in recognition upon the mention of Elizabeth Swann, though. That was certainly somebody who would know a great deal about him.

A moment passed before he considered what she had said for a while, however, and it was then when he spoke.]

Aye... She would know me. Ye could say we go way back ourselves. Ye see, it was even I who ended up marryin' her to the son of Bootstrap Bill Turner on me ship. [In the middle of a goddamn fight, too. He was mentioning it now, but back then he certainly wasn't particularly thrilled about having to do it.]

[The pirate captain then leaned a bit forward and narrowed his eyes further in Buffy's direction. His gaze was clearly suspicious.]

I'm afraid I have not had the pleasure of seeing the fair lass since I lost me limb... And I hadn't heard of her husband ever since he became captain of the Flying Dutchman.

[One of his hands stroked his beard a bit as he spoke.]

...Which makes me wonder exactly how she knew that I kept rum in me wooden leg, miss Buffy.

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[ rats. buffy waves off the chronological gaffe with the tips of her fingers, as if suggesting that the discrepancy means nothing. less than nothing. whatever. no big deal. ]

How exactly did you lose it, anyway? The leg.

[ with dogged determination, she shifts the conversation firmly back onto the old pirate's shoulders. she knows it won't last long. her evasion is hardly veiled. but it buys her a moment or two to observe the man before she reveals her own allegiances. ]

Not necessarily. It would seem that Captain Sparrow has several acquaintances in Luceti, not all of them are pirates.

[Spock shot a wry smile to Barbossa.] Negative, I have never before heard of you Captain.

[Spock continues to look around the shelves.]

Luceti has a near zero percent crime rate... outside of the occasional 'pranking' of course. However, there are incidents that occur at various times, when individuals get hurt due to the carelessness of another...
...it is my hope that you will not be the reason for one of these... 'incidents'.

[Have a friendly Vulcan warning.... but maybe he shouldn't have said that to a pirate.]

Oh, it isn't faith, dear - that belongs to mortals. I quite literally work for Him, receive the memos and everything. Well, not directly from him, but it is close enough.

[Grell smiles and steps aside, bowing as she motions to her left. The village lay just a few more hundred meters in that direction, through the trees. It's hard to tell with Grell what is genuine or not.]

Your ship, I cannot help you find, but your clothes? Most certainly. Welcome to Luceti, my dearest Captain.

I don't believe you will have to worry about that. I have yet to hear of anyone appearing and not finding their items waiting for them. People are very careful about that I think. Particularly when the New Feathers begin trickling in.

[As they draw closer the buildings will come into better focus and they may begin to see people walking in and out of shops and through the streets, each one with their own vibrant pair of wings.]

Oh yes. There are a number of Community Buildings for you to choose a room in.

[...yup, just as she thought.] This place is called Luceti. [Her expression grows a little more serious, though she still tries to look friendly and welcoming.] It's, ah...complicated. Did you notice...?

[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.]

Indeed.

[But at the mention of Blackbeard, his eyes widen and then shut entirely.] Blackbeard? What was his real name? How did you defeat him?

[For now everything else is forgotten, that comes first, and urgently so.]

Mmmhmm. Marooned. [Oh wait this is sweet -- Hector Barbossa, marooned! Straight from the old pirate's lips, it was!

Jack is going to just bask for a moment, now. Annoyingly. Smugly.]

[Barbossa's brows scrunched in confusion and disbelief. Was this person a fanatic, or was she actually speaking the truth - or did she only think she was working for him?

Well, he was just supposedly transported to another world, so perhaps anything was possible here...]

...Isn't that interesting, miss Sutcliffe. Ye'd be labelled a lunatic back in me own waters. What it yer god's bidding now, I can't help but be curious?

[The captain then looked to the left himself for a moment, and folded his arms as he glanced at Grell again right after she had welcomed him into Luceti.]

And what is Luceti, exactly? I take it me clothes are there, then.

[Always everybody interested about Blackbeard - that was true for his own world too, before and after his reign as pirate captain was over. Barbossa didn't see anything wrong with sharing the information about him, in fact he liked doing so, especially the detail of his eventual defeat.]

I've only heard tales, but I reckon the man's real name is Edward Teach, if I'm not mistaken.

[He took a step forward, even if him and Marco weren't quite at the same eye level yet.]

What saw the end of him was poison, lad. I struck him with a sword filled with venom at the legendary Fountain of Youth.

[Another grin began spreading on his lips.]

I didn't take any chances this time, certainly not after he sunk me ship.

[And annoying his words and tone were to Barbossa indeed, who only narrowed his eyes at the fellow pirate and frowned.

Could this untimely venture into Luceti get any worse?]

Ye forget that this ill fortune has struck us both, Jack. It is a shame that no sea turtles can help either of us this time, eh?

[He went to take another sip of his ale, clearly irritated at the situation, at Jack, and in general.]

And if a slippery fellow such as ye hasn't found out how to escape, then the rumors be true - there is indeed no way out of this.

[That was when he noticed that she had a pair of wings as well, which reminded him of his own. Wandering around for so long had made him almost grown accustomed to the new sensation in his back.]

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?

[Well, that was reassuring, at least. Barbossa judged that he probably wasn't the only one to have arrived in Luceti with something that was of a particular value to them.

The news about the Community Buildings sure beat being homeless, though it was certainly a step down from having his own ship to sleep in - quite modest and simple for a pirate captain.

And then he looked at the folk going about the streets as they approached, and he recalled something that Belle had said earlier.]

I take it New Feather refers to the sudden growth of wings on me back, miss Belle? Why do folk even have them here, I wonder?

[The pirate captain frowned a bit in response to Spock's smile, but it was only for a moment as he thought a bit. There was a sense of relief that came with knowing that Spock hadn't heard anything about him; Barbossa was quite certain that whatever Jack had to say about him would not be particularly flattering.]

There be no crime rate here, Mr. Spock, because folk like the two of us are already prisoners. Besides, I reckon it would be unwise to forget who the real enemy is... these Malnosso ye mentioned.

[Upon hearing Spock's next words, Barbossa scrunched his brows together as he looked at him. Was that warning really friendly, or did he mean to say that the old man would be careless?]

Define 'incidents', Mr. Spock, and we shall see whether I'll be the cause of one or not.

[And the change of topic was all Barbossa needed to reaffirm the suspicion that Buffy didn't know this about him from Elizabeth. It was true that the girl he knew back home wouldn't know any of this information, so that meant that there was also somebody else other than her that came from the pirate captain's world.]

Yer... informant didn't have anythin' to say about that, miss Buffy, hmm? It is a curious thing if ye really don't know how exactly I lost me limb. Ye know, seein' as ye were already aware of where I keep me rum, of all things.

[He narrowed his eyes at her, a smirk on his face as he regarded her. He didn't very much like it that she was keeping this from him, whether she had a purpose for doing so or was just toying with him for some reason.]

I was too busy being disgusted by the concept to ask questions. Y'know, at the time.

[ which is, for once, the honest truth. ]

[Edward Teach...]

E-Edward? Not Marshall? Marshall D. Teach? [That was just... fucked up. Edward was his father's name, the one Teach killed. The idea of Blackbeard sharing anything in common with Whitebeard still gnawed at Marco in a way nothing else could.]

[So poison killed Blackbeard? A good way to kill Blackbeard, to be sure but...] Fountain of Youth? [This could be the same Blackbeard Jack dealt with in his own world, but what did the Fountain of Youth have to do with it? And it gave Marco a chill to even consider.]

Ah yes right well. Ahem. I have been out of the enclosure, you know....

A story I've been told many times before since becoming trapped in this land myself.

[ Dragons only in fairy tales or long gone. He's used to hearing about that by now. ]

But yes, that is what I mean by 'new'. You won't be the only one. There should be many others scattered around in the exact same way as you are, I'm afraid, but you can at least take some comfort in knowing you're far from alone.

[Spock doesn't stop searching the shelves as he answers the Captain.]

There are many powerful individuals who reside in Luceti... Those with magical capabilities...gods... and those with strength that I have never witnessed.

A simple argument between two people can have catastrophic results.

Luceti, is this place. [She motions to the trees, sky, everything.] The name of our gilt cage in which our ever gracious captors have decided to keep us. Your book can tell you more and help you find all the lovely other villagers who try to live in peace here.

As for what I do? I do hope you've more sense than the others in your world, Captain. After all. [She gestures with a flourish of her coat and a red and black handled chainsaw appears in her left hand in the blink of an eye. She hefts it up with ease, resting the blade against her shoulder.] There are things in this world that cannot simply be explained away by 'lunacy' and 'science.'

[Now you've got him so confused, Jack! You must be enjoying this immensely as well; the smug expression never failing to cause irritation.

At his words, Barbossa put down the bottle and simply stared at him for a few seconds. Was he just playing with him now? Was he lying? With Jack - everything was possible.

From what he knew right now, it wasn't possible to leave the enclosure - unless those scientists Malnosso took people to experiment on somewhere else.]

...Have ye, now? How, exactly?

[Ah, so that was what the curious man implied. Barbossa had been a witness to one of those kind of people as well, and that was no other than one of the heathen gods, Calypso herself. Powers like that certainly existed in his world - he had been struck with a terrible curse and later revived from the dead, after all - but they were not fully comprehensible to one such as him.

As long as these gods and powerful beings didn't actively oppose him and as long as he wasn't among the collateral damage of these 'catastrophic results', he was fine with the concept.]

Ye flatter me, Mr. Spock, but I'm afraid I be no god, and ye certainly won't see me doin' any magic. I'm naught but a simple pirate, a mortal like ye.

[He then shook his head a bit as he stopped searching for a bit and looked Spock's way with his brows lifted.]

And for how powerful ye say those folk may be, it seems to me as if they're still not good enough to put an end to those slippery Malnosso's schemes, hmm?

[With that said, the pirate captain went on to help the Vulcan's search for his possessions, noticing something really familiar out of the corner of his eye that caught his attention - an ostrich feather sticking out among the clothes on the shelf Spock was currently looking through.]

Ah! There be my hat.

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