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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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[Spock tilted his head...]

The simulations have many capabilities... Though can I presume you meant a water-based ship?

[Hey... Barbossa could have been a space-pirate.... right? The Vulcan needed to make sure. Luceti was no place to make assumptions.]

[The question initially confused Barbossa, making him turn around and look at the Vulcan dumbfoundedly with his brows furrowed. Was this guy for real?

Oh, wait. The man was clearly from a world that was way ahead of his own, seemingly having an understanding of all of this tech around them - ergo, in other words, somebody from the future; this whole structure had that kind of look of it, too. So perhaps he meant...]

...Aye, I did. I can assume that yer questions implies that folk have found a way to construct workin' airships perhaps, back in yer own world, Mr. Spock?

[To be a captain of an airship... The thought of that happening at some point was alluring to a lot of folk back home, but it was an idea to still become an actual reality. Barbossa didn't know how to feel about it, though, and whether it would be the same as being out in the seas.]

Indeed, there are working 'airships' in my universe... However, the ship that I work on occupies a space with no air.

[Cryptic answer is cryptic.... Spock goes to the panel and types in a few commands...
...then the room around them hazes out and is replaced by the Bridge of the Enterprise. The viewscreen shows outer space, stars lazily moving past as the hologram moves them through a simulated warp.]

This is the ship I help command... The USS Starship Enterprise NC-1701...

[And as one might imagine, the USS Starship Enterprise NC-1701 was quite a different vessel than the Queen Anne's Revenge, leaving Barbossa at loss for words for a fair bit of time as he walked around the bridge aimlessly, his eyes shifting from computer to computer, ending up looking towards outer space, too.]

This be yer ship?... [He looked around, completely stupefied as a man who came from the middle of eighteenth century Earth. The technology here looked even more advanced than the simulator itself, and after he looked around some, he brought his gaze to Spock's.] Well, well. Ye failed to mention that ye were a fellow captain, Mr. Spock.

[As a captain, however, he was still more prone to catching on to a ship's functions than somebody else would from his time.] In that case, this be the bridge, or what? If this be an actual space ship, then ye would certainly not need any sails, but what has become of the helm?

[Absolutely fascinating. This day was becoming almost too overwhelming for Barbossa, and he had seen so many strange things in his time already. There was both a hint of disbelief as well as excitement in his voice as he said his query. Before he gave Spock a chance to answer, though, he added something very important.]

Keep in mind I'm naught but a humble pirate, eh? Lay off a bit on the... technicalities this time, would ye?

I am not the Enterprise's Captain... I am it's First Officer.

You see that viewscreen? This is a simulation of what the Enterprise actually sees as it travels...

As it does travel through Space.
The ship itself is quite large... [Spock went to a panel.... and changed the viewscreen to show a model of the Enterprise.]

As you can see, the hull is here....

[Barbossa nodded in the direction of the Vulcan with his brows lifted, his lips pulling into a faint smile.]

Ah, pardon me misunderstanding, Mr. Spock. [It still called back to his own experiences, however.] I used to be the first mate of a ship myself, in fact, before I... took matters in me own hands, ye could say. Had a certain... conflict of interests with the captain. [And right afterward he ended up being cursed for eternity, but that was not something he wanted to mention right now.]

[The pirate captain then went on to listen to Spock's explanation of what the viewscreen actually displayed and then looked at the model of the Enterprise. It was the ugliest ship he'd ever seen, so far off from what he was used to - the proportions were all skewed, the lack of sails made it lose its charm, the cannon placement was virtually upside down - just all completely wrong. There was nothing that made it look particularly menacing or a force to be reckoned with - certainly not that plate-looking hull. Yes, it was a space ship, but still...]

That be the mighty Enterprise? [He pointed to the viewscreen as he turned his head to the side to look at Spock.] Well, that thing better handle herself well in combat. What do ye use to fire in space, anyway? I wager it can't be bloody cannon-balls.

[Spock raised an eyebrow....

Pirate... must have been mutiny. But that other comment.... should Spock take offense to that?
No, because he was passive about most things. If he was Kirk though, the conversation might have taken a turn for the worse.

Instead he gestures to the ship design again.]

Phasers and photon torpedoes are the main source of weaponry. They are energy based weapons that attack the particles of the target. Neutralizing it.

Perhaps I will give you a demonstration at a later time.
However, perhaps we should exit the simulation. I am certain you will become used to their function soon enough.

Can I interest you in that drink now? [Good job Spock, you're being sociable.]

[While not as lengthy, that particular explanation also went over Barbossa's head, though he should have expected as much. He couldn't help but be curious, and yet, he knew he could not really grasp how this unearthly space ship's technology really worked - at least, not now. What was confirmed for him, however, that cannon balls were indeed something apparently dated in the future.]

[As for becoming used to simulation's functions...] I would not be so sure, but this sneak peek ye gave me was surely quite fascinatin'. I have to admit ye have piqued my interest, Mr. Spock.

[Barbossa then sighed at the mention of a drink and turned away from the ship design to look directly at Spock, speaking with a certain enthusiasm.]

Ye certainly can. What drink does one such as yerself have in mind, though, I wonder?

[He had spend enough time in the Vulcan's company to find it difficult to place him in a tavern such as Tortuga's, or imagine him enjoying rum the way most folk back home did. Whatever Spock was thinking of was certainly something too sophisticated or fastidious... unless he remembered his earlier comment about the rum. He would be sure to remind him in the case that he didn't.]

[Spock stared at Barbossa for a moment...]

Tea.

[The Pirate Captain could get whatever he wanted though...]

[A-a-a-and he got an answer just along the lines of what he was expecting. With the way Spock was, it was really reminiscent of 'em tea-loving pompous British folk; except that he was acting even more formal than anyone else there he had ever met.

At the very least, he didn't get on his nerves as most of them did. His presence was quite amusing, in fact.]

Tea, ye say? [The pirate captain nodded and gave the Vulcan a derisive smile, one of his hands rubbing his beard in the meantime.] Knock yerself out, then. Tea's nice and all, but after all I've just been through, Mr. Spock, I find meself needin' somethin' a bit... stronger, like a good old bottle of rum. [Besides, it was already fairly late into the day, wasn't it?]

[He began walking out of the room purposefully.] I certainly hope that this Good Spirits bar ye mentioned earlier isn't actually a bloody tea shop.

[Spock followed the Pirate Captain, shutting down the simulation room as he went.]
Indeed, you will find that Good Spirits has much to offer in the way of alcohol.

[Spock was certain that it would be a fascinating experience, drinking with the Captain.]

However... I will refrain from rendering myself unconscious.

[With the Malnosso's apparent generosity towards their captives, it would have been quite an insult not to supply them with rum of all things, the beverage all back home desired, so it was not surprising to hear that they had access to that as well. In response to Spock's comment, however, Barbossa could only shake his head as his eyes widened.]

Oh, don't mistake me in me desire for some rum - I know me limits. I don't seek a state of unconsciousness meself, especially not in here of all places. I just found me clothes, after all - I'd hate to lose them again, ye see.

[There was still a ways to go until Barbossa found himself putting his trust in Luceti's population of fellow prisoners, and that would include him meeting some more of them first.]

But what I could use is some calmin' down right about now, and I'm sure ye'd understand why. I happen to find that rum helps me in that aspect. [There was just so much for his mind to process today, it was ridiculous.]

[Spock nods his assent.]

Of course Captain. And I will be content to answer any questions you may ahve while you consume your...

..rum.

[Spock lead them out of the Dome and towards the Good Spirits bar.]

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