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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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Oh? No. There are seas and oceans. You can get to the one on the other side of the mountains. Only I do not often see people interested in the trip there, not since last summer.

[ Hence why he had not bothered to add that, but if the man wanted to know about oceans, well, there was part of one they could access. ]

And no, I very much doubt it's a curse. [ Curses were at least breakable. This place, not so much. When Barbossa points out the book, Draco moves, leaning his head down closer for a look at it. ] Ah, yes, that one. Apparently there is a 'guide' to this place in it, though I have not read it myself. You may find it more thorough than what I can tell you.

Havin' a nearby a sea or ocean would mean that there is some way to freedom from this place, I'd say. Let me guess, one can't quite sail to the other side? Perhaps they would find themselves back here, back to where they hailed from, hmm?

[Otherwise one would think that there would be more people interested in heading to the other side of the mountains. Providing escape or not, it was something Barbossa definitely wanted to check out; and most importantly, to see whether his ship was there.

The pirate captain checked out the guide that the dragon mentioned while still keeping a wary eye out for any suspicious and drastic movements on the creature's part.]

This 'guide' is extensive, aye... but it seems like we've got naught but time to read it in here, hmm? [He looked up to the dragon, one of his brows lifting while he still held onto the book.]

I shall spare some of mine to go through it later, - [His voice trailed off when he realized he couldn't quite use 'matey', 'lad', 'scalawag' or anything of the sort for this particular specimen, making him wonder as to how the creature was actually called.] ...Do ye happen to have a name, by the way, dragon?

No. You would be more likely to crash against the barrier and drown.

[ When Barbossa turned his attentions to the journal and its guide, Draco turned his back to his meal. There isn't much left to the deer, but he'll look it over and pick at it until he's sure that's really true.

He leaves off of it again when the pirate speaks up once more. ]

It was a bit long-winded, in my opinion. [ As for names... hmm. ] I happen to have several of them, but in this place I go only by Draco. And yourself?

Now, isn't that a lovely consequence! The seemingly endless and vast seas be nothin' but an illusion of freedom, a tease of what we could have that we regrettably don't in this land. [So even worse than what he initially thought. No wonder folk were not really interested in building ships and sailing off, for it was a completely pointless exercise. Not that he wouldn't mind actually having at least something closer to home; to be an actual still, most of all.]

Draco, ye say? [A light scoff escaped his lips before he said anything else.] Quite unimaginative for one of yer kind, I'd say.

As for myself, I be Captain Barbossa of the Queen Anne's Revenge.

If you think not being able to sail off is so bad, try not being able to fly away.

[ He's run into the barrier. It's not fun. He doesn't crash into bits of wood on impact, though, so there's certainly that. As for his name, well, Draco can't help but agree with a slight laugh. ]

I was not the one who gave it to myself, but one of your kind. My real name is not something you would be able to pronounce. [ And then he inclines his head in a small nod. ] Well met, then, Captain Barbossa. As well as meeting in a place like this can be...

[Well, that was an option Barbossa hadn't considered before, though one could surely forgive him - he didn't make a habit of speaking with talking dragons back home.]

I guess ye have a point there. It must be quite frustratin' - I take it ye have given it a shot, hmm?

[The dragon received a little grin in response as the captain imagined the concept of Draco crashing against a sort-of magical barrier, the likes of which his mind could visualize, not having been witness to such an peculiar occurrence before.]

[As for the dragon's name being unable to be pronounced by him...] Ye sure about that? Now ye got me curious, dragon. [An unspoken request to at least try and tell him more as Barbossa crossed his arms in expectation with his brows lifted.]

Aye. I'm gettin' the feelin' that the circumstances of our untimely meeting could certainly be better.

Several. [ Sometimes he's frustrated enough to try, try again, too, but that isn't a fact anyone needs to know of. ] Claws and fire do nothing against it.

[ Then he smirks. Another wishing to try his real name, is it? ]

Very sure, but if you wish to try, I'll certainly give you a chance. My true name happens to be [ Something very complicated involving rather inhuman dragon sounds (not written here, as the writers never bothered to actually reveal it; writers, honestly!) ].

Then one such as meself couldn't possibly hope for a ship to pierce through it now, could they? [So that would force him into trying out other methods instead, but a direct assault against that barrier seemed more and more like a pointless idea. Whatever the way out of this cage was, it was something else.]

[Okay, he couldn't possibly repeat all that, whatever it was. It sounded more like noise than anything else.] ...Fascinatin', but aye, I concede - ye are correct. I think I'll stick with 'dragon'. ["Draco" as a name was ludicrous; that wasn't even an attempt of a translation of his actual name. Folk could just as well have gone all the way and dubbed him "Dragon".]

Is that in the language of yer kind?

[OOC: That is worse than Lucas not giving away Yoda's species' name for some reason!]

[ For someone who is, essentially, a giant lizard, he certainly can be expressive. The look he's giving Barbossa now is easily summed up as 'guuuuurl, please'. Basically, that sort of look where he's not sure if the pirate is serious or not. ]

Oh really? Then I suppose I can go about calling you 'man' instead?

[ This is a conversation he's had before. Or close. He's sure of it. ]

I suppose it could be called that, but if you mean to ask for a direct translation, there is none.

[ OOC: I know someone who plays Yoda around DWRP somewhere and they dance around that question aaaaall the time. ]

[Barbossa gave out another amused cackle at the dragon's words, and finally went to take a few steps closer towards him. Draco certainly had a bit of a character (it could be said that it was what Barbossa liked about him), but at least he didn't look like he was planning on engulfing the pirate in flames. In fact, now that the captain spoke a bit with him, he didn't look half as intimidating as he had before.]

Point taken! Tell ye what - when, or if, I make me acquaintance with another one of yer kind 'ere so as to differentiate between ye in some way, then I shall call you by the oh-so-very unique name of Draco that ye've been given, hm? [Unless this place be packed with dragons, which would certainly leave Barbossa surprised.]

Then, that bein' merely a means of some communication is more correct of an analogy, perhaps? Still doesn't seem like it's the same as birds chirpin' or bloody crows croakin'.

[OOC: Oh gosh, that would be hilarious to see! :D I wonder if they've come up with an IC reason for Yoda to be all "No, oh no, you are not going to learn the name for whatever purpose!" or if he's like "I don't know myself".]

If that is your plan, I imagine I must resign myself to being 'dragon' forever...

[ There were several others around, of course, but none like himself. Small dragons, the sort incapable of speech, more animal than Draco was. Not that it made him think any less of them, but it still remained that he was terribly unique here. ]

And yes. It is a language in its own right, for a lack of anything else to call it.

[ Certainly more complex than chirps or howls. They had words, plenty of them, and a clear ability to learn more than one language, though whether everyone thought Luceti was simply translating for him or not, well, he'd never know. It really didn't matter what they thought. ]

[Barbossa had to shake his head for a bit to that, however, the amused smile he had on his face momentarily dropping.]

Who knows? Perhaps more of yer kind will flock in 'ere as well in time, though I doubt ye'd want that considering what this place is. [Not sure whether that would be want others would even want either, but at the very least, even if a little rude, the dragon seemed just as much of a victim to this like he was.]

[He hummed affirmatively at Draco's words about the language of his kind as the pirate captain proceeded to lean back on one of the trees with his arms folding.]

Ye mentioned a village before... [Both of his brows lifted then, his eyes widening a little.] How far is it from 'ere? Ye may be comfortable like this, but I would rather not walk around this place without me shirt any longer. It's too cold for the climate I hail from.

[ More of his kind... Right. Draco keeps a straight face at hearing that, at least. ]

I can assure you, I do not think that will be happening.

[ Certainly not his kind exactly. It might be that this world could pull his soul to here just after death, but he doubted it had the power to pull the very stars from the heavens, where his kin and kind did reside forevermore.

Poetic as that may sound, he isn't interested in sharing it. ]

You are about two and half miles off from it. [ He turns his head, pointing it in the direction Barbossa will want to go. ] Once you hit the river going that way, simply follow it. It will take you right into the village.

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