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?

Comments

[sharktrash]

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?"

[dishonestlyhonest]

"'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."

[sharktrash]

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?"

[dishonestlyhonest]

"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."

[sharktrash]

"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?"