Jack vs Technology

[dishonestlyhonest]

[To Jack, all the weird and interesting things being thrown at him in the past few days had been eye-opening. Not in the sense of 'how could I live my life without this?' but in the sense of 'are there any angry ghosts attached to this that will kill me?' So the communicator was given the same strange look that he gave everything else he was asked to handle. He then promptly tested it out, got dizzy by the writing part, muttered about daft buggers and promptly forgot he had it.

He dug it out a little later on in order to use the picture capture function to take pictures at the music festival thing. So a day later - once he found out how to do it - he loaded the pictures to the Network. These included pictures of Jack's teeth, a couple thumbs, the face of a compass with a wildly spinning needle, an upside down bottle of rum, some various shoes, and then some various stills of the artists as they preformed on stage.

Oh yes, and a picture of a plate of fried food.

With the pictures are these words:]

Does any of these people look familiar?

Comments

[nuns4money]

[So he is a Goddamn Pirate. Holy shit.]

So Captin', how's things treating ya here?

[dishonestlyhonest]

[Is your mind blown yet? Cuz he's certain that a lot of people are surprised that a pirate would get involved with something like this.]

I confess that I'm finding some of the machinery a wee bit daunting. Just this morning an attempt towards walking up stairs had me almost caught in the moving surface of one such stairway and brought things to a rather messy halt. I'm glad that all I lost was me spare sash and not one from home, but still, methinks that there is never a like matter back home in which one is attacked by the vary floor that one is suppose to use unless there are all due warnings and treasure near by.

[nuns4money]

[Yep. A pirate.]

So like to tell me what a fella like you doin' in this place? If ya don't mind.

[dishonestlyhonest]

I tell you it confuses me as to the whys and therefors, but methinks that it might be a wee bit something to do with how I finds the idea of any slavery against nature. I've heard that some animals do have it in their lives just as much as mankind, but the stripping of self in order to do the work of what others should do themselves just leaves a bad taste in me mouth. I worked to be an ablebodied man before the mast. I took me ship fair and square. Me blood and sweat and years are smoothed into her timbers and her ropes and her sails. I did not ask no man to do it for me what which I have not done mesself.

These people stole the lives and souls of people to work for them for a great reward. They did not ask, they did not do the work themselves. They just took. And that is against nature.

[nuns4money]

[Well, Eda feels awkward as hell talking to this man. He's fighting for a noble cause and here she is, just here for money and thrills. (Also she hails from the human-trafficking capital of the modern world.)]

That's... noble of ya.

[dishonestlyhonest]

[Well./ That's really stretching it tbh. He has a noble thought concerning slavery in general but in all honesty, he's a pirate. There's got to be some kind of treasure laying around.]

Some may say that, though in all honesty, I was probably drunk when I was asked to join up with the venture, and I believed the terms of some big treasure were also used. And since I'm between ships, as itweres, I thought why not? and here I's be.