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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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[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?

[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.

[ 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.

[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.

[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!

[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.

[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?

[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.

[ 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. ]

[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.

[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?

Edited (prose to not prose, vest to shirt. I think that's good. Is that good? That's good.) 2013-03-22 15:54 (UTC)

Hats be very important.

[she sounds amused if nothing else.]

What does it look like exactly?

[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!]]

[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.]

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