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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[dishonestlyhonest]

"That's quite alright," Jack replied, touching his hands together and bowing slightly over them. "It's a mite bit crowded in this here place."

Yes, those teeth are a bit outlandish, but at least he was spared looking at the rest of Jack's ornaments like the wire work with the tooth that he lost and found and didn't want to lose again. As it was, he certainly was a colorful person even if one did not count the accent.

"If you be so kind, I'd like some rum."

[thelittlemerman]

Finnick's very good at hiding certain emotions, things like the affront he feels when Jack does what appears to be asking him to get some rum. This is a public bar, so people have to pay, and that's the first thing that jumps to Finnick's mind - 'can't you buy it for yourself?' - but he wisely does not say that. The image, and all that.

However, if this man knows who he is he hasn't demonstrated that yet and Finnick only feels particularly giving when his fame is being acknowledged. Nevertheless, he motions to the bartender and orders the rum, hoping his generosity doesn't land him stuck in a long conversation.

[dishonestlyhonest]

"Ahh, thankee kindly but I can pay if it's all the same to you."

He wasn't a freeloading type of pirate that would take everything and give nothing back - okay he was, but the point was that he did not know this gentleman and while he had some very lax standards, he wasn't going to force a complete stranger the burden of trying to keep up with his drinking habit.

Besides, he has no idea if this person was one of the captured people or one of the slavers and did not want to make anyone that may hurt him, Jack, upset. Upset people tend to be rather painfully creative in their revenge.

"You have a lovely building here. Do you live ehre?"

[thelittlemerman]

There's confirmation. Finnick frowns, narrowing his eyes a little in suspicion at this man who would come into Virgo headquarters and ask that kind of question. It's a public area, sure, but it's usually people who know the industry and don't mind coming out to their little island of a building.

"Yes," he says, with a sigh, "I live and work here. It's convenient, if not a little claustrophobic sometimes."

If there's one thing Finnick's good at, it's passive, minor complaints that gloss over the real problems.

[dishonestlyhonest]

"I can imagine," Jack said, all sympathetic and good cheer as he does accept the drink and takes a good swallow of it. "Me, I come from a small place where buildings don't get very tall so coming and seeing these ones have been rather enlightening. I imagine that it would feel crowded. Living so close with other persons, some that you may not like or even trust, and having to deal with such."

He shook his head and dug around in his finery of lace and leather and linen until he found some of that strange papery stuff that people called money. He stared at the various bills for a moment or two, sighed to himself about how ridiculous paper was when they had perfectly good coins to use before he pried one off of the lot and handed it to the bartender.

"'Tis nice place to visit and see, but I'd rather be back on me island watching the sea."

[thelittlemerman]

In a moment of sincerity, Finnick gives a wistful sigh and stares off into the distance. "That sounds nice," he says.

He's seen green oceans and clear, white beaches. He knows they exist somewhere far away from here, somewhere in some half-formed memories that he can't unlock. There's this nagging feeling that that's where he grew up, that he was always destined for a lifestyle split between the land and the ocean. It's a very depressing feeling, for some reason. He takes a deep breath and puts it out of his mind for now.

"So what brings you here?" he asks, hoping for a different topic of conversation. One that won't remind of of a home he doesn't have.

[dishonestlyhonest]

"It can be, when the weather's nice and the sea is feeling frisky but not dangerous."

Jack has spent time on land when a storm hit and he found it almost as bad as being on a ship in the middle of a storm. He thought that no matter where a person was, the sea would find a way to make a person feel like an ant.

"I'm just seeing the sights before gaining enough funds to move to the next port of call."

[thelittlemerman]

Finnick nods, his expression entirely neutral now. Jack still has something about him that feels off, but at least Finnick no longer feels personally offended that he wasn't recognized.

"I always feel too busy to look around here very much," he says lightly. " Seen anything interesting so far?"

[dishonestlyhonest]

"There seems to be a lot of activity and yet not much things happening, for one," he ventured after giving the surroundings a long look. Jack waved his hands at the people bustling about, some of them tapping away at strange items while others talked on other strange items.

"As for interesting, I'm unsure what to label as such, considering that I find even the vehicles outlandish."

[thelittlemerman]

Finnick frowns in confusion.

"Are the cars much different where you come from?" he asks, more bewildered than suspicious. He can't think of a place where the vehicles of Vista City would seem outlandish.