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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[It would have been so easy to set Barbossa to chasing wild and slippery geese. Norrington had considered pointing the pirate down a path that skirted the village, and even now he wondered whether he might not gesture into the forest and say 'straight ahead, lad, ten minutes that way and it'll be hot baths and bourbon for you matey.' The pin that belays him, in the end, is the rogue and incorrigible fool Jack Sparrow. The admiral has seen that man take such pains to better himself as he could never have believed if he had not witnessed them with his own two eyes. Futhermore, Norrington knows better than most that hanging Barbossa would not rid this world of him, and that imprisoning the rogue is hardly a viable option either. Not with the heroes running rampant in Luceti.

And that really only leaves reforming the man, now, doesn't it?]

Of for the love of--

It happens that I am on my way to the village just now myself, and I suppose I can hardly stop you hobbling along if you should choose to follow. You will find clothes and food, and there is a bar just waiting to be divested of its stores of rum.

[He begins walking away, with that, and it is clear by his gait that expects the pirate to make every effort to keep up. After four of five steps he adds,]

But whatever you should choose to do, I would warn you not to ask the barmaid for papaya - in any form at all.

[OOC: Usually? HAH. I laugh in the face of usually. Chuckle, that is. Or, I mean, I smile in its face. What I mean is that yes, I edit always. I'm known for it. I'm probably known among Luceti-folks as that guy who edits his tags. Sorry.]

[That wouldn't have been really nice and noble of the Commodore, would it? Barbossa would surely have found somebody eventually to lead him back to the village and then find Norrington, and he'd tell him what he thought of that...

But he wasn't exactly thrilled about wandering in these woods without any decent clothing anymore, so heading to the village now was the most preferable option. The company could have been better, of course, but at least he could have some fun.]

And follow I will then, Commodore. Ye can't exactly leave an old acquaintance like me to freeze in this forest now, can ye? Ye're a gentleman, after all - not like my lot.

[And with that, he began following Norrington, a slight grin on his face as they walked through the forest.]

The bar isn't out of rum yet, ye say? Well then, I doubt I should make the effort to look for any pirates here who share the same fate as I.

[He didn't know yet that the supply was infinite; which was why it was a comforting thought (at this time) that there was a chance that Jack Sparrow wasn't in Luceti, too.]

I prefer apples myself, Commodore, so I don't think that'll be a problem. I can't help but be curious, though - why the warning?

[OOC: Hahaha, that is quite alright - I'll just wait a little extra time to reply to your tags. :P And hey, you didn't edit THIS one, so there must be exceptions!]

Edited 2013-03-27 18:53 (UTC)