applepirate | 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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Luceti, sir. [She offers a small curtsey and approaches.

Faith does her best to smile, but she knows the strangeness of this place all too well.] It is... a place of magic. I am a poor one to offer you a proper explanation. Others might be able to.

[But she can offer one comfort.]

I do know where there are garments, food, and drink, though, sir. You'll catch your death out here if you go lacking them for too long.

[Barbossa couldn't help but be amused and slightly surprised at her salute. It wasn't a common way of a woman to greet a pirate, no matter how polite and welcoming he sometimes tried to be.]

Ye might be of more help to me than ye think. I have naught but a clue about this... odd occurrence that I'm dealin' with here, and I've seen my share of strange things before.

[He then nodded in response to the woman's offer. He might've survived without any of these things at a time in his life, but now he was in dire need of them just as anyone else.]

Aye, that would be appreciated, miss...?

[The reception might have been a touch (or lot) cooler were Faith aware of the man's chosen profession. His way of speaking answers for many possibilities. Many of them are nautical, and that is a welcome thought.]

Miss Faith Long, sir.

If you'll come this way, sir, I'll show you to where you can find clothes. Your own may be there, or our... hosts [said in the way that a proper lady would disguise a much more vulgar word] might not see fit to supply those yet. But there will be something suitable, I'm sure.

If you'd like, I will try to answer what questions I can.

[He nodded once more in the lady's direction. Perhaps she would be of genuine help, which was relieving, but he was still confused as to his predicament and especially the whereabouts of the Queen Anne's Revenge.

Beginning to follow her, a lot of questions popped up in his mind.]

Are those... hosts of ours the ones responsible for takin' me clothes and ship, then, miss Long?

[Who dared relocate his hat and other possessions while he was asleep?]

[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?

[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.]

[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.]

[Ah, he wouldn't do such a thing; wannabe pirates may, yes, but not people who could actually claim such a ship for themselves like he had.

So, the name Queen Anne's Revenge was known even here. That was very good. Though he would need to clarify something first...]

Nay, it is Blackbeard's ship, miss Long. Used to be, rather, before he was finally dealt with. Now it's under me command.

[He could only hope that it still was anyway; it wasn't exactly clear what had happened to the Queen Anne's Revenge yet after he found himself here.]

Under your... [Faith tried to tell herself that didn't mean he was of the same profession, but the internal suggestion did little to ease her worries.

Had she put herself at the mercy of a pirate? Well, she'd do as she promised. She'd show him the shop -- nearly there, thank the Lord -- and quietly excuse herself before he could do her harm.] A... [To stop conversation entirely would be rude, offensive, and she did not want to give him offence.]

A remarkable feat, stopping that man, I am sure.

[Barbossa couldn't help but be immediately intrigued by the woman's sudden change of behavior and the way she stopped her sentences, narrowing his eyes a bit at her. The fear she was expressing right now was not an unfamiliar sight, for a lot of other common folk have reacted the same way around him. Also around the time they found out that he was no other than the pirate captain Barbossa - it would have been more obvious to Faith as well if he actually had his clothes on.]

Ye look uneasy all of a sudden, miss Long. The Queen Anne's Revenge may be mine, but I can assure ye that I'm no Blackbeard.

[He then proceeded to shake his head a bit as his lips pulled into a faint smile, a sigh escaping his mouth for a brief moment before he continued.]

At the very least, I have no desire to strike such terror into me own crew and hearties, and I'm not one to decorate me ship with the bones of those I have killed. Pointless slaughter ain't me style and it suits folk who desperately wish to put as big of a target on their backs as they can... and are eventually put down.

[Another shake of his head. What he was saying was true; putting down Blackbeard clearly had a point to it, too. He had made it personal when he decided to sink his ship and make him lose his limb.]

[At the mention of bones... Faith can only shudder, pulling her arms around her as if to fight a chill. Still, she does listen to what he's saying. A privateer, she tells herself, desperate to believe it. A man not in the Navy but flying under England's flag. Not a pirate.

Not...

She smiles and nods at the clothing shop, now right beside the door.]

Here you are, sir. I can't promise that your clothes will be in there, but they ought to be soon, I believe. And you should be able to find something that will do in the meantime.

[Faith could be telling herself that all she wanted to; but it would not change the fact that what she was faced with was an actual pirate captain who had certainly done his fair share of wrongs before.

Of course, Barbossa couldn't really tell what she was thinking, but he had noticed that she was not particularly enthusiastic anymore, but more on the timid side.]

Ye may be correct, but I would like me own clothes to be there. I only recently regained possession of those as well, and I would hate to lose 'em.

[He said so as he began entering the clothing shop in search for his belongings, sparing the woman a curious glance before going through the door.]

What of ye, miss Long, hmm? How long have ye been trapped here?