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What to do with a drunken sailor

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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someone was not asking for a story or a song and actually commenting on his outfit? Jack stopped in his meandering path and waved his hand vaguely towards the other 'actors' of the bar, who - in his most humblest of opinions - needed to work on their pirate-y swagger a bit more. Especially the women. He knew pirate women and while some did choose to have their cleavage exposed in such manners, the most just went for the same style as the men save with a corset and maybe a few more pearls.

"Thankee kindly, good sir," he said at last, dipping into a abbreviated bow with the palms of his hands touching slightly and the tips of his fingers tapping his chin - a form he learned during his stay in Singapore. "It is one of the more truer signs of a able-bodied man before the mast that he can don grab that speaks of his status."

Most pirates wore their wealth if they can. For one, it was a show of said wealth and a mark of how much of a title that they may think was due to them. For another, it was far easier to just trade a ring for wares then carry around a purse that may be easily flinched by nimble fingers, as he knew most intimately since he did that as a lark as a lad before Teague caught up with him.

"And what brings you to this fine establishment on this day? I do not recall you among the regulars."

Idle talk meant time to take a seat and see if he can charm some drink from the barkeeper. Unfortunately for him, they had put a limit onto how much of it free he could have and instead started up a tab that was deducted from his wages.

Edited 2016-02-20 22:15 (UTC)

...he understands maybe half of what the pirate's saying. Well, he supposes it's part of being ~authentic~. He arches a brow at the bow - okay, it must be an Eastern pirate, then? - but doesn't really do anything to reciprocate. Hey, he's the crowd here and he's entitled to entertainment without being nice.

Except he still orders two drinks instead of one as Jack takes a seat, and pushes one toward him with a grin.

"Drinks and a twist of fate," he says, and it's... pretty much true all over. He's also eyeing the other's hair pieces, though. Especially that big one with beads and feathers and... "Is that a bone?"

Jack was probably the only real pirate in this place, though he hadn't much against the people trying to pretend to be pirates. They just hadn't gotten the right cadence down pat and the clothing they wore needed a bit more salt to them, but that was fine. Jack bore them no ill will since they had ever so kindly gave him a spot to make money and drink rum.

He grinned at the appearance of the second drink, and spent a few moments of toasting his host and taking a nice deep pull from it before setting it down and doing his job, which was to be entertaining. Though this guy had asked about something specific, namely his decorations.

"Aye. The fingerbone 'tis something found but the tooth is me own." And to prove it, he grinned and yes, there is a space where a tooth should be.

Was buying him drinks a sure way into his (temporary) friends list, then?

Squalo looks slightly impressed and checks out the hole. Or at least he doesn't lean back or anything. "Found? Not 'bones of yer enemies' kinda deal, then?"

Anyone that buys the drinks will get a friend in Jack, though in this here establishment, he was suppose to be friendly even without the drinks. Jack never understood that, but well, they were paying him to be a friendly drunken pirate so that was what he was going to be. Besides, no one has pointed a sword or gun in his direction since he started this job, so it did make the 'friendly' part easy.

"Me? Nay. I'm a friendly sort that doesn't see a need to go around collecting the bones of my enemies. 'Sides, what if they decided that they needed their bones back and came to collect them? No, can't have a bunch of rotting fiends appear demanding their fingerbones back just because me tooth feels a little lonely without decorations."

Well, clearly the drinks aren't going to ruin anything, at least.

Alright, now that sounds like a story worth hearing. He sort of stares at him for a moment, eyes round, and leans back just a little bit. "...does that happen a lot? Rotting friends coming over?" Holy fuck. For some reason, his first thought is that he'd be in deep shit as a pirate. But then, he hasn't actually killed anyone, right?

"Only if they so happen to do something stupid like take one of the pieces of eights from the cursed Inca treasure given to Cortes."

Which had been interesting though Jack thought the idea of being a shambling corpse thanks to cursed treasure was just not worth having all that gold in the first place. Of course he had a reason why he wanted that gold and that curse, but after much thought over the ten years without his Pearl, he came to the conclusion that such a long life was not worth it if one could not enjoy that life.

"Or got Blackbeard mad at you."

"That sounds pretty damn complicated for something stupid," he notes. Might play up his part, then. "And particular. Had that happen to you?"

And oh, absolutely. Life was only worth living when you were having a blast. Squalo believed in that way before he had the tenants of rock&roll written into him. The Varia was nothing if not one giant, insane, hedonistic trainwreck.

He wasn't suppose to give himself away. Jack almost said otherwise but then remembered that tidbit and tapped his finger against his chin as he tried to not talk about his personal experiences. After all, there might be no telling who was listening to what.

It lasted all of a minute. Caution is not Captain Jack Sparrow's cup of tea. After all, he didn't drink tea when rum was available.

"In one manner of speaking, no. In another manner of speaking, yes. You see, I had planned on finding the cursed treasure of Cortes but me murderous first mate took the map and me ship and left me on an island to die. He's the one that found the treasure, took the gold, and all the ruin that came upon him for his greed."

To be fair, he could always claim he was being in character later. Part of the job, all that jazz. Being cautious might be overall a good idea, but it's not an iron rule when you're pretending to be an adventurer for money.

Squalo listens, but more so than the moral of the story or the fact that there's supposedly a cursed treasure, he seems to be appalled by Barbossa's betrayal. First mate sounds a lot like right hand man for some reason. Someone you're ought to trust unconditionally --

"Wait, stop right there. Your first mate left you to die? What the fuck?"

Edited 2016-03-06 18:08 (UTC)

"'Tis called mutiny, mate," he said lightly and took a look at the drink in his mug. It looked like it was getting a little low and he heaved a soft sigh at the idea of that before taking a much more moderate swallow of rum.

"See, I'd promise him to gain his own ship when the time came, but he was a little more impatient than I'd thought, so when I went to seek out the treasure, he decided that the treasure and me ship were both his, since I did not hold to me end of the bargain. Fool though, because I wouldn't have hold out for long, he was just the picky sorts that wanted something alone the same lines of me ship and she's not that common, being old and fast."

Of course he notices that sad look, so he just might motion at the bartender to give the pirate a refill. Please keep talking, this is an extremely moving story for whatever reason.

"I'd call it a shit choice of first mate," he states bluntly. There's just something about betraying one's boss/captain/lord that doesn't sit well with him, like the very notion is worth condemning. "Or is loyalty that rare among pirates?"

"Is it?"

He brightened considerably as the mug was refilled and takes a moment to have a proper drink, one that actually wet his throat instead of just his lips. He thought about it for a few moments and then shrugs, smiling a little at himself.

"Well, no one ever said I was the smartest pirate around. I'm a big softy, me, so no wonder I chose wrongly."

"You should've picked someone you could trust," Squalo grumbles, then after a moments remembers where they are and what they're doing and breaks out laughing, sharp and loud. "Shit, you're good."

More importantly... he'll tug on one of those hair ornaments.

"Got any like these for sale?"

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What to do with a drunken sailor

make him sober? IDEK

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