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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[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?