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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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I prefer to look at it as temporary holiday from reality.

[Which was in some cases better than actual reality. Endless rum, for one thing.]

Wings suit you. Always did look rather bold with plumage, Hector.

[It would've certainly been a temporary holiday from him, but now, being deprived from his ship and crew and any waters to sail on felt like unnecessary punishment instead. For Jack, though...]

Aye. Last I saw of ye, reality wasn't quite workin' out for you, was it? Several ships in bottles doesn't beat havin' an actual ship, I'd say.

[He rolled his eyes a bit at Jack's last comment, but let out an amused chuckle regardless.]

Ye know I prefer to just keep the plumage on me hat, thank you, Jack. Though I'm sure ye're satisfied with yers.

[OH NO YOU DI'INT, HECTOR. The Pearl will one day be free! Be sure of it!]

I am. The wings can be shivery things, but not always in a bad way. Where IS your hat, by the bye?

Me hat is supposedly somewhere in the shops, last I heard from folk around here if they can be trusted.

[And supposedly he didn't have to pay for it, thankfully, otherwise he wouldn't have been particularly happy.

He glanced to his side for a bit while he took another sip from his ale, and then faced Jack again.]

Ye know how it's like being marooned on an unfamiliar, uncharted place, however. Figured I'd stop here first and... take it in, ye could say.

Mmmhmm. Marooned. [Oh wait this is sweet -- Hector Barbossa, marooned! Straight from the old pirate's lips, it was!

Jack is going to just bask for a moment, now. Annoyingly. Smugly.]

[And annoying his words and tone were to Barbossa indeed, who only narrowed his eyes at the fellow pirate and frowned.

Could this untimely venture into Luceti get any worse?]

Ye forget that this ill fortune has struck us both, Jack. It is a shame that no sea turtles can help either of us this time, eh?

[He went to take another sip of his ale, clearly irritated at the situation, at Jack, and in general.]

And if a slippery fellow such as ye hasn't found out how to escape, then the rumors be true - there is indeed no way out of this.

Ah yes right well. Ahem. I have been out of the enclosure, you know....

[Now you've got him so confused, Jack! You must be enjoying this immensely as well; the smug expression never failing to cause irritation.

At his words, Barbossa put down the bottle and simply stared at him for a few seconds. Was he just playing with him now? Was he lying? With Jack - everything was possible.

From what he knew right now, it wasn't possible to leave the enclosure - unless those scientists Malnosso took people to experiment on somewhere else.]

...Have ye, now? How, exactly?

War, Hector. War. And other things, of course. [Jack personally finds war to be a huge waste.] They need me, you might say. Need my expertise.

[Nevermind that he had to serve as first mate to James Norrington on one draft, and spent most of it inspecting crates in the cargo hold of a giant metal uglification of a ship.]

Also, I've personally been the LEADER of a circus!

[Of course. Missions, drafts, things of that nature. Barbossa hadn't really considered those - then again, a huge info dump had just been unloaded on him, and it was getting difficult to keep track of everything everyone had said to him. Perhaps a nice sleep would help process all of this.

Barbossa nodded at the man's words with his eyes wide and took another sip from his bottle of ale.]

Been keepin' yerself busy then, Jack. And certainly, who's better at devising escape routes and flights from combat in case folks need to retreat?

[An irritating grin spread on his face. At least it was a compliment, wasn't it? Jack's next comment about the circus amused him, though, and he let out a chuckle in response.]

Folks saw the potential in ye, didn't they? Well, I can surely see that ye would be a good choice to oversee an activity such as that. 'Tis a shame I missed it. [Not that he had any doubts that there would be more to come.]

Runnin' a circus, runnin' a ship. What can I say, Hector? I'm a natural-born captain of....things.

And I'm certain you'll have a chance to prove your OWN leaderly ways, the way this place is run. Lord have mercy on us all.

Hmph. Time will tell, I'd say.

[Another drink from the ale, followed by a lazy slouch on his chair. Curses, was it a long day.]

The folk here are some of the strangest I've met. [And that even counts the man he was talking to.] Certainly not like any of the crews that ye or I have had before.

[With that in mind, it was hard to picture himself commanding in Luceti, not that the idea was unpleasant. It was just different.]

You'll be happy to know, mate, that strange is normal here. You'll fit in perfectly.

The monkey's not here, is he?

[Jack takes a swig of rum, preparing himself for the worst.]

[So will the one beside him, certainly. Both were used to strange, but this Luceti place was something else.]

Afraid not. After all, if I recall correctly, yer namesake was trapped in a bottle, along with yer ship.

[There was a hint of lamentation in the old pirate's voice, clearly showing that he missed his pet even in his attempts to mock the one the monkey was named after. Perhaps he will be able to find it here in Luceti somewhere? He definitely hoped it would.]

Aye. My namesake. On MY ship. [That was interesting. Hector knew about the bottle, the ship. How much else did he know?]

Wouldn't be IN that predicament if it hadn't been for you.

[Them's fightin' words. Jack's still more than sore about that issue.]

[The older pirate couldn't help but give out a sigh as he put down the ale and leaned forward, looking at Jack and shaking his head a bit.]

Ye be suggestin' that if you were in command of the Pearl, ye would've somehow stopped Blackbeard's attack, hmm? [He then cackled as he gave the other man a grin.] I would highly doubt that, Jack.

Ye may have become the one-legged man yerself and brought the end to that bloody menace of a pirate that he so deserved, but the Pearl would've still been lost, I'm afraid. In the end, it's all his fault, is it not? [He wasn't cutting Blackbeard any slack - he might've been defeated in the end, but if it wasn't for him, Barbossa could still have had his ship and the leg that he lost.]

Your fault for bein' still alive at all. [There is a juvenile so there tone to those words. Jack's not above being childish about things like this.]

Least HE'S not here.

[It has more than once occurred to Jack that Blackbeard might indeed show up one of these cycles. Small favors, really, that he hasn't.]

There WAS a Blackbeard here once. 'Bout eight foot high. Horrible breath. Everyone hated him. He wasn't OUR Blackbeard, though.

[And that was why what Barbossa was going to do was simply ignore Jack's words, giving him naught but a brief stare of irritation, simply going on pretending that he had not heard him at all.]

Aye, that be true! [And that was most certainly a relief. Carrying out and fulfilling that prophecy once was enough, thank you.] This place is so queer, however, that I wouldn't be surprised to find him of all folk 'ere as well. After all, our mutual acquaintance James Norrington seems to be up and about, good as new, alive and kickin'.

[His eyes widened a bit in response to Jack's mention of the eight foot tall other Blackbeard.]

Heard about another Blackbeard meself already, as a matter of fact. Fearsome pirate like ours, yet supposedly the whelp didn't even have a bloody ship back in his own world. [It was clear that Barbossa did not think highly of whoever that was. At least their Blackbeard was a formidable foe and one that he took pride in killing.]

[Ah, Norrington -- a much better subject than Blackbeard any day, and worth putting that subject on the back burner for.]

You've spoken to James?

I exchanged some pleasantries with the Admiral, aye. [More like spiteful insults and petty affronts. Pretty much the same as before, really. At least nobody ended up dead, so that was a start. Well, the lack of any weapons on either side could have been the reason for that.]

Suffice it to say, he was not particularly thrilled to see me. [Norrington's reaction upon meeting him was still something that caused the pirate some amusement whenever he recalled it, as he did now.]

I am not certain that "thrilled" is something Norrington gets. Least he didn't hang your hide.

[Though Jack knows that the last thing James would do here would be to hang anyone.]

My apologies if that's what ye were hopin' for, Jack. [It was a curious thing that he didn't actually try to do anything or pursue him afterwards, but Luceti as a whole was a strange place to be in given what their predicament was. That, and Barbossa still had to actually read the guide in his journal. Too long.]

I'm sure yer first encounter with the man here didn't go too smoothly, either. [An unspoken question as to how exactly that went, because he was terribly curious to hear it.] Here we are though, both of our necks still intact. He must be feelin' generous. [He jokingly said it with a derisive chuckle.]

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[Would Jack at this moment do the honest thing and tell Hector that he and Norrington had LIVED together? Been housemates? Sailed together? Fought together? Dined together?

Jack twitched slightly. The answer, of course, was no. He had an image to protect. And that thought made him feel slightly horrible inside -- guilt. James Norrington had been a staunch ally and even a friend, though neither man would ever admit that. This was a betrayal. A flat-out betrayal.]

Perhaps this place has turned him into a lazy bastard. I don't know. But you ought to know, Hector, that things what die here? They come back. James Norrington knows that.

[That would've certainly surprised the older pirate captain, and also given him lots of material to use against Norrington. Really, though, he'd think - what was the world coming to? The Admiral had somehow restrained himself from acting against his pirate nemesis all that time?]

Or perhaps it is so because he can't quite put a bounty on me head that is worth ten bloody thousand guineas 'ere now, can he? [Everything here was free and there was no real currency in Luceti - Barbossa knew that much, at least.]

Well, Jack, ye forget that ye are speaking to one of those "things". [If he was particularly impressed by this new piece of information, he didn't show it yet.]

Oh no, Hector. I've never forgotten that. [He'd saved that one shot for so long.]

I've one ground rule: you stay away from a lovely creature named Buffy. And my boat. Don't touch my boat.

Two ground rules.

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