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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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Hats be very important.

[she sounds amused if nothing else.]

What does it look like exactly?

[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?]

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

[That wasn't nearly enough of a satisfying explanation. All of this made the captain furrow his brows in confusion, rather.]

Are ye sayin' I be in another world now, lass? [There was disbelief in his voice. Not again. He hadn't just died, had he?] Who took me things to this... item shop ye speak of? Where is that, anyway?

So many questions. You are in another world. You may even have the tiny wings to prove it. I have no idea who took your things but as for the item shop, that would depend on where you are.

[Of course there would be a lot of questions - and they just kept coming, too.]

It'd be lovely if I had the answer to that myself, lass. Ye see, I be in some strange desolate woods in nothin' but a pair of white cotton pants and with this... curious book in me hands.

[That could, apparently, allow some sort of communication... however that was possible. He wasn't even sure if Robin was contacting him with another such book from somewhere, or through other means. Or whether she was actually in the book!]

I see.

Well if you find the village and make your way to the fountain in the center without dying horribly, I'll be there to guide you.

Good luck, ne?

[The pirate captain looked around his surroundings - same damn forest on every turn - and then glanced back at the woman in the book.]

Well, at least some kind of general direction would also be appreciated, miss...?

[Further inspection of the book followed; Barbossa's brows were scrunched in wonder.]

...And what is this fascinatin' item, anyway? How exactly are you talkin' to me through it?

Unfortunately I've no idea where you are.

This is a journal. I don't know how it works but everyone who is brought here wakes up with one. It can't be lost, either. I've never considered why we have them.

[A journal, she said. It did seem like there were a lot more functions apart from just video feed, but he wasn't up for looking through the blasted thing now. Not when out in this cold.]

Isn't that just delightful, then!

[The pirate continued walking through the forest, feeling just as confused as before as to where the village was at. At the very least, he was heading in the right direction, even if he wasn't aware of it at the time.]

It is. It keeps us all connected and sometimes that's the only thing we have here. Be prepared for plenty of hardship.

[Though she sounds faintly amused as she says this]

Ye certainly know how to ease one's entry into such a... foul realm of existence.

[At the time, he could only see the bloody woods around him - and everything was much colder and more bleak than the winters he was used to back home.]

Tell me there's a port with a vast ocean somewhere in this wretched place, miss. Looks like I'll be havin' to start from scratch and find or build myself another ship if I can't go back to the Queen Anne's Revenge somehow. [Seeing as his vessel was apparently left back where he came from, which was what probably annoyed him most. All of his crew was probably still there, as well.]

Well I could lie and then you'd end up with a terrible surprise.

[She sits back and pushes her hair over her shoulder]

As it happens there is a port. But there is also a barrier to keep us contained. I don't think your Revenge will be here in any case. You're in a completely different world now.

[Barbossa didn't even stop to look at the video feed as he kept the frown on his face while he walked through the woods.]

...I think I got that the first time.

[And it wasn't something that he could forget, and it was what annoyed him the most about his predicament - the tone in his voice showing that really well. But hearing about that barrier even made having that port pretty much meaningless; it was just a tease of what could've been, and it irritated him even more.]

What awaits in that bloody village for one such as I, anyway? Seems like I was left with absolutely nothin' but these odious wings on me back. I don't want to live in the streets like a worthless old sot if I can help it.

What awaits you is me, the item shop and the Welcome Center. I believe you'll find accommodations there as well as those who can answer your questions better than I will.

And don't worry. I wouldn't leave you in the street. I'd hate to trip over you in the night.

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.]

I could indeed.

[Robin is waiting for him by the fountain, as she said. And if he is particularly observant he might notice eyes tucked into the eves of buildings and shadows, tracking his movements with curiosity.]

Welcome to the village. I see you've found your way without dying.

[And observant enough he was to notice a pair of eyes on him, suspecting that it was her moments before she actually spoke her greetings. It was then when he remembered her from the journal video feed, his brows lifting at the recognition, his head nodding slowly.]

...Would've been a shame if the damn cold or the starvation got to me, aye, but I fear I have been through much, much worse, lass. [Memories he didn't want to recall particularly, but they were still worth noting.]

Have you? For example?

[But she'll start leading him to the clothes shop so he can find his old clothes while she probes for details of morbid adventures. Those are always the most thrilling]

It's a fairly long tale, but let's just say that it wouldn't have been for the first time if I happened to die on me way here. It's all rather... complicated, I'd say.

[He began following Robin in the meantime, her saying nothing to explain it making him furrow his brows a bit at her. He was not sure whether he should be telling her this, either, but oh, it was out in the open already.]

Where are we going, miss?

So you are undead? A zombie perhaps? Should I have brought the salt?

[Though she sounds amused by this even if she's somewhat serious, but only somewhat. He doesn't make a very thrilling zombie to be honest]

We're going to the clothing store so you can find your things. After that, the welcome center, I think. Does that suit?

Used to be. Undead, that is. Ye got it right on the first guess. [He was impressed, yet also suspicious as to the kind of reaction that he got; people were generally more surprised or mistrustful whenever somebody told them they had died before.] That doesn't strike ye as peculiar, hmm? Unless ye don't believe me?

[This was continuously shaping up to be a prison, and it was the first one Barbossa had been to that had a welcome center. It was certainly strange. With a bit of a grunt, it seemed like he didn't object to the destination choice, but he was still wary.]

What is there at this welcome center anyway? [If anything, they better have a bottle of rum there - he knew he needed it.]

I've seen zombies before. [flippant wave of her hand] It's good you're alive, because you're hardly terrifying. [not that those zombies had been particularly scary to begin with]

Though I do wonder how you became un undead. That's the most peculiar, ne?

[for what there was at the welcome center...]

I'm not entirely sure. When I arrived, some of my crew were already here [Not so many left now] So I went straight to them.

Most folk would disagree if ye got to see me in the moonlight back then. [That, and at least right now, the man was shirtless and wearing nothing but a pair of white cotton pants. That wouldn't exactly cause terror. At least, not of the same sort.]

'Tis a long tale, miss, and I'd rather be tellin' it when I've gathered me bearings. [And picked up his clothes, for that matter, for it wouldn't sound terrifying coming from him at this moment for pretty much the same reason.]

I wonder whether it would be a waste of time then, miss...? [His brows furrowed a bit in her direction as he asked for her name.]

Perhaps. [though she's seen much scarier things than zoombies] You seem to have many long tales. I'd like to hear them one day.

[she cocks her head at the question]

Perhaps. I think you can stay there if you have nowhere else. Otherwise it might be uncomfortable to sleep, don't you think?

[She's not inclined to give her name however. At leat not at the moment. They are at the clothing shop now and she moves in ahead of him, holding the door.]

You can find your things scattered throughout. There's no money in this place so don't worry about spending. Just take what you will.

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