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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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NO I'm not having troubles, blast it! [Though he'd had many. And many slaps. Yes.

And heavens forfend that Hector Barbossa ever discovered the Britannia.]

Don't have Blackbeard's magical sword, do you? [Triton's own blade, it was said. Jack hoped not.]

[Barbossa could only grin at Jack's answer, momentarily bringing his attention back to the ale that he had almost fully consumed.

After taking another sip from it, he turned back to his fellow pirate.

He hadn't been to the item shop yet that was supposedly around here someplace... Perhaps it would have appeared there already. Would be a good idea to check, he'd definitely want it back, along with his hat.]

Afraid not, Jack. The sword of Triton is just as lost as the Queen Anne's Revenge seems to be, and probably nothin' short of Blackbeard's own appearance here would bring it back. [Leave out the fact that he hadn't exactly checked for it yet. Perhaps it shouldn't be wise to tell Jack everything, and goddamn it he was going to get his sword back if anything else. Jack wasn't going to steal it, never. Ever.] And we don't want that, do we?

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Pity.

[So not a pity. Barbossa might be able to find the Britannia, but without a crew or a magical sword he wouldn't be able to sail her.

Of course, Barbossa had a way of getting people to do what he wanted. He was a master, as it were -- possibly even better at it than Jack himself. He had convinced the crew of the Pearl to mutiny, after all.]

And no. We don't. Or his daughter.

[For Reasons.]

[It would be a pity if he couldn't find it when he went to the item shop to check whether it was there, yes... But Barbossa was not going to reveal if he did get it anytime soon, at least, until he gauged what the situation in Luceti was a bit more.

And what Jack was thinking too, if that was even possible. Who had ever known what exactly was on that man's mind, and whose side he was on? He did apparently see this as a holiday, after all. What wasn't for him?]

Angelica, eh? [He had almost forgotten about the lass, but he grinned at the mention of her. He wasn't exactly sure what had been going on between her and Jack last time he saw them.] Afraid she's gonna chance upon Buffy, are ye? Seriously, what's one more slap gonna do to ye, Jack? [Nothing out of the ordinary here!]

If she met Buffy?

[Jack's mind wanders off into that unwelcome scenario.]

It wouldn't be a slap. It'd be a gunshot.

[Oh, Barbossa would certainly like to be a witness to that. Perhaps Angelica coming into Luceti was going to be a rather amusing scenario to see unfold, more so than he initially thought. The pirate captain couldn't help but give out a cackle again.]

Aye, I forgot she was a rather fierce one, that one.

[He could definitely imagine it playing out exactly like that, the thought clearly entertaining him.]

In which case, perhaps it would be in yer best interest for Buffy to find her first, eh? [He leaned his head forward a bit in Jack's direction, his brows lifted and his smile wide.] ...Unless she's also the same type of trigger happy lass that would rather shoot ye as well, hmm? Then it'd only be a question of who gets to do that first.

[Certainly wouldn't be the first time when women had teamed up against Jack.]

Buffy would never shoot me. Hates guns, her. [Other things, though?] Well. Doesn't matter; the Malnosso haven't seen fit to bring her here, have they. You, on the other hand...

Aye, there be certainly more ways to kill a man. [Guns at least were usually the cause of the less painful ones. Perhaps Jack would wound up being lucky.]

I would've said that I was chosen to help rid them of their own sorry predicament, seein' as they're apparently trapped themselves, but then again, ye're here as well, aren't ye Jack? So I guess that sinks me theory, since ye're one who's the master of escapin' things among the two of us. [He really had no idea why they saw it fit to drag him to this blasted place and taking him away from his ship and crew, and essentially stripping him of his title of pirate captain. And he was only the most comfortable with it.]

And that leaves me with little to no idea as to why we're both 'ere, apart from them tryin' to use our expertise.

I don't think they care about our expertise, Hector.

[This is said in a more frank-sounding voice than Jack usually goes in for.]

I once spent all my time devising methods of escape. I learned that mastery means nothing when it comes to that.

[Barbosssa, in kind, took on a more serious tone himself in response, waiting a bit before he answered the man, thinking some.]

If ye can't say for certain after the time ye've spent here, then I can guess we can both agree that they simply want somethin'. Takin' us here, then supposedly tryin' to help us escape from this mess... There must be a point to it all.

[Getting into this warranted a sip from his ale, which was what he proceeded to do before he continued, a question popping up on his mind when he did that mattered in regards to what else he was going to ask of the fellow pirate.]

How long have ye been here, Jack? I don't think anyone was inclined to inform me on the matter. [Certainly enough to make a name of himself, but Jack did have the ability to do that rather quickly whenever he went.]

Three years.

[It was chilling to have to tell Hector Barbossa that he, Jack Sparrow, had been marooned in this place for three years. MORE than three years, really.]

And they still haven't told me what they want, though they've assuredly taken plenty.

Curses. Three bloody years. [He shook his head at that, trying to fathom just how he would feel like after that period if time.] I've been 'ere for a day and it already feels like this little untimely trip has gone on for much longer than I'd like it to.

[He then lifted his brows inquisitively in the direction of his former captain, a genuinely curious look on his face, the ale completely set aside for that moment.] Yet ye don't want to go back... do ye?

OI! I never said that, now did I?!

...Nay, not exactly, but I think I got me a feelin' about it. [Three years was a lot of time in what was essentially a prison, but in this case of this one, it seemed like folk could actually build a life for themselves. And Jack, as an example, actually had this Buffy lass with him and even got himself a boat; if he were to go back he'd lose all that.]

Besides, ye did say that this was a vacation from reality for ye, didn't ye?

More like a separate reality. A parallel course. A chance to do things you wouldn't, ordinarily.

[For some this meant fighting and adventuring; for Jack there was a flavor of domesticity in it.]

Dead men come back here and get another crack at it.

[Norrington.]

[Obviously, adventuring and fighting were something both Jack and Barbossa were used to. Domesticity? Not as much, almost an alien concept really, at least to the older one of the two. Something he'd need to start getting used to.]

'Tis an interestin' experience no matter how ye look at it, but it's precisely doin' the things I would that I can't do here, Jack. No ship to sail on, no limitless waters to venture towards and explore at will, no treasures to be found.

[His expression did brighten up as he lifted his brows, still looking at Jack as he did.] I'll say that it beats being cursed, though. By far and away, I'd add.

There's ships. Look for the Britannia, eh? See if you can weasel it out of the crew that Hornblower left behind.

[Shouldn't be too hard. Barbossa was an excellent weasel.]

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