What to do with a drunken sailor

[dishonestlyhonest]

Who: Captain Jack Sparrow and YOU - choose your own adventure with prompts!
What: In which a pirate goes about trying to not be a pirate in a big city filled with things he does not understand though he is grateful that there is at least rum
When all day and into the night and maybe the next day 2/19 through 2/21
Where: A pirate themed bar called 'The Drunken Pirate, the open ground floor clubs at both Virgo and Pride, and a rescuer's apartment in which there is a bathtub and a jar of dirt
Warnings: Jack is being Jack which should be a warning in itself


act i
Jack wasn't sure exactly how he became gainfully employed, but it was a fact that if someone needed a person to act as piratey as possible and tell tall tales, then there would be no doubt in his mind that he was the person to talk to. Well, given that the people that could out-pirate him were not even on this planet, let alone in this universe. Jack landed this job by sheer accidentally showing up the original 'Captain Story', who then quit because of how much a lubber like Jack could out tall tale him. Jack had been a little disappointed since pirates usually tell tales until they pass out but it gave him money for rum and free rum so life was good.

Those times when he wasn't telling tales and drinking rum, he could be singing songs. He might not have the inclination to play an instrument, he still had an nice voice and he knew a lot of songs thanks to Teague. He took requests, but only the way Jack took them - by singing what he could remember and making it up as he went along. He traveled between tables or sat in his corner stool or hung out around the musicians. Maybe he decided to bother you in one of his passing circuits of the bar.

act ii
If there was one thing that Jack knew (granted there was a lot that he could fake given the circumstances) not knowing the layout was a sure fire way of completely screwing things up later on. Luckily, the ground floors of both of the enemy camps were open to visitors. All Jack had to do was take a bath, do that mysterious ritual called teeth brushing and wear something that was a little less piratey than normal, though given just how most people dressed, he really wouldn't have stand out as it was.

So there was this guy dressed in a motley of layers that included lace and sashes and a really nice hat (fedora) swaying through the public areas, fingers wiggling, wide grin on his face showing his golden teeth and generally poking at stuff before drifting on. Care to bother him?

act iii
It was a long day and Jack was tired. Because he didn't really do what normal people did and rent a place to stay, he ended up drifting between the places of other rescuers that he knew of. Today there was a distinct lack of space on the couch and floor, so he ended up in the bathtub. So there is a sleeping pirate sans his boots curled up in the bathtub holding a jar of dirt close to his chest. Wanna wake him up?

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Way hey and up she rises (III)

[eba02]

It had been a long day for J too. There were days when coffee shop work was invigorating and energetic, and there were days when it was frenetic and exhausting; today had definitely been the latter. All he wants to wash the smell of coffee out of his hair and collapse in bed (to get up and open tomorrow, because someone scheduled him back to back and nobody wanted to switch. He really hadn't missed this part of the job).

He can hear the swaying tune all the way from the hall, and it only gets louder as he heads into the apartment. What he hadn't been expecting - and what he finds - is Jack dead asleep in his tub.

Um.

He needs that.

"Long day, huh?"

[dishonestlyhonest]

So about the sleeping pirate in the tub, he doesn't seem to be moving at all. In fact, he just wrinkles his nose and curls a little bit more over his jar of dirt, muttering something that might be in another language but was probably just Jack sleep talking with his accent really showing.

[eba02]

And he's still asleep. Sheesh. J reaches over and jostles Jack's shoulder. "C'mom, man, wake up."

[dishonestlyhonest]

He cracks open one eye and surveys the sight before him. He wrinkles his nose, snorts something about waves, and closes his eye. He also curls a bit tighter around the jar of dirt. After all, who knows what could fight off beasties from other dimensions and as far as he knew, a jar of dirt could never go wrong. If it doesn't keep them away, it could at least prove distracting.

[eba02]

Still not really awake yet, if the tune is anything to go by. J groans and jostles him again. "C'mon, I just wanna take a shower."

[dishonestlyhonest]

So. That sleeping pirate sits up suddenly, a pistol of the old fashioned variety in hand and being waves around. Granted it didn't have any powder or shot and Jack was still kind of asleep, but it was probably a bit of a surprise. The jar of dirt though, it was a little more dangerous since he was trying to wave it too.

"No one touches me dirt!" A blink and he frowns at J. "Were you after me dirt?"

[eba02]

He jumps, startled, and tries to get out of the way...of a jar of dirt. Yeah, that short burst of adrenaline doesn't last long, and he's back to being frustrated. "No, I'm after a shower. Think you can clear out for ten minutes?"

[dishonestlyhonest]

He looked around him. He blinked down at his jar of dirt and then at his pistol. He shoved the pistol back into his sash and set the jar down just so he could lever himself up out of the tub and on the other side. He then picked up the jar of dirt and patted it like one would a startled animal.

"Just checking."