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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[This she seems to find amusing in a very sad and and hopeless way.]

I do not mean to discourage you monsieur Barbossa, but there are actual gods here, trapped among us. My very good friend Saori is herself a goddess. If even one of her kind can not find a way to escape...what luck do we have?

[That sure did deter the man a little bit, his brows scrunching at the girl's revelation of gods existing among them and trapped just like they were. Well, it wasn't something that he was hearing for the first time, or even seeing - Calypso had been in dire need of help at a point, after all.]

Isn't that interestin' to hear, miss Belle - gods and mortals trapped in this wretched place alike! These Malnosso folk's haul is even bigger than I suspected. Could it be, perhaps, that this goddess ye speak of had her powers limited by our captors upon her entry into this foul world, or by Luceti itself somehow?

[Guesswork at the time, and the tone in his voice was clearly not as convincing as it had been before, but he was still processing the information.]

She still has her powers. But it's the barrier surrounding the village,I think, that makes them weaker somehow. And not only hers.

[So he was right, at least partially. Then whoever this Saori was, she wouldn't be able to use her full potential to really save anyone anyway.]

These Malnosso are a formidable foe, to be sure, but I think I'll be findin' out the hard way just how impossible they are to defeat, miss Belle.

[He looked forward, noticing the item shop right in front of them and looking it over briefly before he said anything else to the girl.]

Tryin' is better than the two of us babblin' about our odds all day long, I would say.

[He didn't know nearly everything there was to know at this point anyway, and what he wanted more now than a depressing talk about their situation was a good batch of apples, a bottle of ale, and his hat.]

[Once they reach the front of the shop she stops and motions to it. It's small and similar in appearance to the rest of the buildings around them.]

Well, if that's the case, then I wish you the best of luck monsieur Barbossa. Here we are. You should be able to find your items here.