01. Shipwreck [Action]

[applepirate]

[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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[spohkh]

[Spock was walking home...when he picked up the sound of...grumbling?

The Vulcan ventured out into the woods, and spotted a scruffy figure.]

Greetings...are you in need of assistance?

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[applepirate]

[Finally some life in this forest, but not exactly what Barbossa expected.

Barbossa looked at the strange man who had just approached him suspiciously with his eyes narrowed in his direction, the pirate's stance a little defensive. The Vulcan didn't exactly look like the kind of person who'd frequent a tavern in Tortuga, but he didn't look like a member from the British Navy either, so... who was he exactly?]

...Who might ye be?

[deadlyjuliet]

[Grell wasn't one to be the most helpful of people even on the best of days, but there were times when capriciousness took hold and she couldn't help but stalk follow a lost soul about the forest.

As Barbossa gets closer to town, the death god finally steps out onto a branch overhanging the path he's on. How she manages to be so silent and stand on a branch in heels that high is anyone's guess. When she speaks, she has a distinctly Victorian London accent.]

One shouldn't wander without company in woods as dark as these. You never know what danger lurks just out of sight.

[applepirate]

[Barbossa looked up with one brow lifted at the death god as soon as she started speaking, stopping in his tracks when he heard her voice. Now this certainly looked peculiar... Even though the pirate captain assumed (incorrectly so, it would seem) that this was a woman, she still had a very curious appearance that one didn't see every day in Tortuga.

The pirate crossed his arms as he gave her a slight frown.]

And where be yer company then, hmm? Are ye an exception to that... guideline of yers?

[He turned his head slightly to the side for a moment and looked at the forest around them, and then met Grell's gaze again.]

Where might these dark woods be anyway?

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[herotypical]

[ perhaps it's late when barbossa finally finds his way to the local pub? and perhaps, despite the lights shining merrily in the windows, when he steps inside he finds an emptying room. and a very short blonde woman stacking chairs. sweeping the floor.

at the sound of the front door, the manager of good spirits glances up. she leans on her broom handle. and she takes in the sight of this...guy. ]

We're trying to close up. [ her head tilts. ] If we had a neon sign, I'd have shut it off by now.

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[applepirate]

[There was no such thing as "closing up" when it came to the bar in Tortuga Barbossa had just been in. Unless, of course, one could count the eventual drunken slumber of all its clients or their eventual deaths. This was certainly a more... civilized place.

The pirate narrowed his eyes at the woman as he frowned, detecting on a certain unwelcoming vibe from her. He wouldn't know what a neon sign was even if he saw one before heading in. He tried to remain polite, however, needing the information of his whereabouts more than getting into a fight with anyone.]

My apologies, but I'm afraid I'm a little lost, miss. Ye see, I just woke up in the nearby woods and I've been wandering about ever since.

[He took a step forward despite what she had said anyway and folded his arms, tilting his own head.]

What is this place, exactly?

[He had already estimated that this wasn't quite the same island.]

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[mountain_sage]

[Saleh continues his patrolling of the forest, and...there were still New Feathers trickling in? It's still pretty cold out, and Saleh can't just leave him like this.]

...You must be a new arrival. I'd thought that the cycle was over by now.

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[applepirate]

[Barbossa turned around in the direction of Saleh's direction and narrowed his eyes at him. Finally, some life in these woods.

The boy's attire was really strange, though, and it made Barbossa pause a second before replying to him. He couldn't be sure who he was, but if there was anything he could say with certainty, it would be that he wasn't a pirate. There was also something about his words that made him think that he wasn't dealing with his crew' mutiny anymore.]

What are ye talking about, boy? Who are ye?

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[charitylovehopefaith]

[Until she has a staff to help her prepare meals, Faith Long is quite content to go to places in the village for her supper. She's eagerly awaiting spring, of course, but the cold here isn't so bad, especially along the paths where there's less snow.

The sight is startling, enough so that she doesn't immediately think of what must be happening. She's seen men in that state of undress before, though entirely accidentally. Coming through a door too suddenly to find her father or brother readying themselves for the day or for bed. Still, that makes it no less shocking to see in town.

After the initial surprise, though, she recognizes the white material and remembers her own arrival. It is improper, horribly so... but she really ought to help. It's hardly his fault, no more than her own introduction to Major Sharpe was hers.

Faith takes a deep breath, prepares herself, then calls out.]

Sir!

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[applepirate]

[Barbossa turned around to the sound of the woman's voice, furrowing his brows a little when his gaze met her own.

Well, well. Finally, there's someone to bring some color to this desolate and empty land. He quickly looked the woman over before he replied.]

Pardon me, miss, but I seem to have lost my way.

[He took a step forward, not oblivious to her flustered state but not thinking much of it, either.]

Could ye tell me where we are, exactly?

[What he didn't sense was any hostility coming from her, and whoever she was, he doubted that she was behind his current predicament or the reason for his state of undress and the fact that he was just supposedly transported from the cabin of ship.]

[Action]; don't mind Sora, he's just met you in his world

[heartisabattleground]

[Sora was just on a casual walk around the village, something had gotten use to since it was still too cold to do anything out in this weather. Taking a detour towards the forest, Sora stops when he see's a certain familiar pirate.

Great, this spelled trouble. The teenager can only just glare at the pirate, ready to fight if need be.]

Didn't think I'd see you again. Or here.

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[applepirate]

[Barbossa returned the teenager's glare with a confused expression on his face, but he still managed to glare back himself.

The kid didn't look particularly friendly for one reason or another... Well, he was a pirate. Not that it mattered, really, because he could certainly take him if it came to that.

Now, though, he just wanted to get some answers.]

What in blazes do ye mean, boy? I have not met the likes of ye before.

[He was absolutely certain. He would definitely remember somebody with a haircut like Sora's.]

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[funnygirl]

[Belle is walking around the outskirts of town, taking the long way home to give her extra time to read the book she has open in her hands. A rustling of the grass and the faint sound of someones voice makes her freeze and turn towards the forest.]

...Hello? Is someone there?

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[applepirate]

[As he explored the forest in hopes to find any sign of his whereabouts, Captain Barbossa turned around himself immediately to the sound of Belle's voice, initially wary. He stood his ground but then he began walking towards where it had come from, concluding that it wasn't quite the voice of somebody who meant him harm.

Soon, he saw the woman he had just heard, relieved at the sight. He eased up when he did, but there was still a hint of irritation in his tone caused by him not understanding what was going on and how he ended up here.]

Aye. Hello, miss.

[He tilted his head a little while he folded his arms. He saw the book she held in her hands, and assumed that it was a journal like his own that he had just woken up next to.]

I be Captain Barbossa of the Queen Anne's Revenge. Who might ye be?

[yourfononsarewhack]

[Jade Curtiss patrols alongside the outskirts of the forest in his full military uniform, his hands primarily kept within his pockets. He's not exactly one for nature walks, but rather he sees the usage in scouting out the terrain of this land that was now his home.

He catches sight of Barbossa and casually appraises him from several yards away. That's definitely the clothes of a New Feather. Troublesome. Jade observes aloud to himself as if Barbossa were just an animal he was observing in the wild.]

Hm. It's true what they say. The newcomers due arrive in waves.

[applepirate]

[With his frustration growing over being lost in this forest without anything on his back, Barbossa hadn't even spotted Jade standing there.

He was now looking at him suspiciously, not quite understanding what he was saying, or whether he even intended for him to understand anything. Instead of getting some clarity, he was now even more confused.]

...And where has this wave ye speak of brought me, boy?

[He kept his guard up as he asked his question, his eyes observing Jade in return.]

[merelychewed]

[ No path, no tavern, no port, just trees, trees, trees, and a dragon breaking his fast on a scrawny winter deer-- wait. That can't be right, right? Only it is. Sitting in a forest clearing between him and the inevitable village in Barbossa's path is, in fact, an actual dragon. He's not particularly worried about anyone stumbling upon him there, either, since no one in Luceti has yet to be a threat to him. ]

[applepirate]

[He knew he had said to himself that finding anything in these woods would be better than wandering around aimlessly, Barbossa's eyes still widened upon seeing an actual dragon in the forest.

O-okay, he hadn't exactly included the possibility of encountering a dragon in his calculations. Naturally, he suspected that it's hostile and that he'll be engulfed in flames if he was seen.]

Blimey...

[He had finally regained his life recently and reclaimed his title as pirate captain - he was not going to die again so soon. Pretty sure it would be permanent this time, too - he didn't have anything to fight a bloody dragon with right now anyway. He'd need all the cannons of his ship to make a victory a remote possibility.

So, the smart thing would be to try to avoid being seen, which was what Barbossa was planning on doing by taking a few steps back and perhaps searching for an alternate route... but was it too late?]

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[evilfierybluebird]

[There's a freaky looking half-bird pirate watching from up in the trees.]

Aye, losing a hat is the most terrible of fates. What did it look like? Perhaps I'll chance upon it when I go looking for other things, eh.

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[applepirate]

[He continued his aimless and continuously futile walk through the woods when he suddenly heard a voice from above...

Who in the bloody hell was he?

Something about this guy, who was quite obviously a pirate, arose a lot of suspicion in Barbossa. He didn't care for his tone, either.]

Are ye talking to me, whelp? Were ye the one who stole me clothes?

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[abidinglaw]

[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?

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[applepirate]

[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!]

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[toujoursfluer]

Hats be very important.

[she sounds amused if nothing else.]

What does it look like exactly?

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[applepirate]

[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?]

Someone looking for Sparrow?

[all7seas]

[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!]]

[applepirate]

[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?]

[alabastajewel]

[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.]

[applepirate]

[And a stare like that was hard not to notice, for Barbossa could feel it in the back of his head even before the duck's gaze was met with his.

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.