Hector Barbossa (
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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.]
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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[This is said in a more frank-sounding voice than Jack usually goes in for.]
I once spent all my time devising methods of escape. I learned that mastery means nothing when it comes to that.
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If ye can't say for certain after the time ye've spent here, then I can guess we can both agree that they simply want somethin'. Takin' us here, then supposedly tryin' to help us escape from this mess... There must be a point to it all.
[Getting into this warranted a sip from his ale, which was what he proceeded to do before he continued, a question popping up on his mind when he did that mattered in regards to what else he was going to ask of the fellow pirate.]
How long have ye been here, Jack? I don't think anyone was inclined to inform me on the matter. [Certainly enough to make a name of himself, but Jack did have the ability to do that rather quickly whenever he went.]
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[It was chilling to have to tell Hector Barbossa that he, Jack Sparrow, had been marooned in this place for three years. MORE than three years, really.]
And they still haven't told me what they want, though they've assuredly taken plenty.
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[He then lifted his brows inquisitively in the direction of his former captain, a genuinely curious look on his face, the ale completely set aside for that moment.] Yet ye don't want to go back... do ye?
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Besides, ye did say that this was a vacation from reality for ye, didn't ye?
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[For some this meant fighting and adventuring; for Jack there was a flavor of domesticity in it.]
Dead men come back here and get another crack at it.
[Norrington.]
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'Tis an interestin' experience no matter how ye look at it, but it's precisely doin' the things I would that I can't do here, Jack. No ship to sail on, no limitless waters to venture towards and explore at will, no treasures to be found.
[His expression did brighten up as he lifted his brows, still looking at Jack as he did.] I'll say that it beats being cursed, though. By far and away, I'd add.
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[Shouldn't be too hard. Barbossa was an excellent weasel.]