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Shiver me timbers! Here be a pirate meme!
(Pirate AU Meme)
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1. Boarded: Your ship has been boarded, and as captain you've been captured! Better hope the other captain gives quarter. Alternatively, it's a nice warm day for a swim. That plank was made for walking.
2. Victory: You've captured another ship! You knew those extra cannons would come in handy. And let's hope they've got lots of swag! Where's the captain? Are you the decent sort, or are you going to rub their face in it for a bit?
3. Swab the decks: You're a cabin boy! It's a good thing you don't mind doing all the dirty work, right? Anyway, the captain's calling; better see what they want.
4. Marooned: For a bit there you'd thought you were in Davy's Jones' grip, but somehow you've washed ashore with the driftwood. As you stare dazedly up from the surf, you have questions. Where are you? And who's that already on the shore?
5. Buried Treasure: Sink me! You've really found the mother lode. . . but you're not the only one. Who gets to take the treasure back to their ship? Better make sure it's you.
6. Rum: Rum, everywhere.
7. Swordfight: It's that person you can't stand! And they've taken your most valuable possession, that one of a kind thing you just can't live without! Better get that trinket back before it and your nemesis are gone over the side forever. Let's hear some swashes buckling.
8. Mutiny: The tack is full of maggots and this drinking water may as well have come from the gutter. There's one person to blame for this, and you're here to make especially sure that they pay for it. The captain does always seem to take the best treasure before everybody else.
9. Kidnapping: Don't they look rather peaceful, innocent even, sleeping so soundly there with their fancy nightclothes and pillows. Brings a tear to your eye, it does. Better take them aboard and send for a ransom.
10. Take a Gamble: Gotta spend your loot somehow, but it must have been the rum that had you bettin' everything at once! You've lost to your hornswagglin' shipmate; what did you lose, and what will they make you do now?
11. Under the Sea: You are now a Mermaid/Merman! That sailor over there sure looks appealing; let's see if you can lure them in with your charms. Don't forget that they can't breathe under water! You do seem to always forget, don't you. . .
12. Enemy from the Deep: What was that? Did you feel that? An unseen enemy is about to take this ship swiftly to the bottom of the ocean. Giant squid, enormous whales, sea serpents . . . hope you make it.
13. The Doldrums: Can you say cabin fever? The sails haven't moved in weeks. You're about seeing if your mates can relieve this awful boredom. And hopefully find some food and water. Don't squabble over it, now.
14. The Brig: Something you did has gotten you imprisoned in the very depths of this ship. How long until you see your next meal? When you see who put you here again, you'll make them pay. Hold on, maybe there's someone else here too.
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#12 Yeah, he learned why that's a bad idea thanks to your girlfran. Sorry, bro. Excuse my tl;dr.
Something that's nearly twenty years in the past, and he can faithfully say that Jones's appearance is no less grotesque with the passage of that time. Not frightening, of course. Especially not now, that he's done time as his own version of something that goes bump in the night (and thankful he is, the curse is broken, while he stands here with his bad knee throbbing like a son of a bitch where he's locked it). But skeletons and Jones are two separate things.
The deck of the Pearl is empty, and Hector himself has just returned from the disastrous meeting that has seen Elizabeth Swann elected Pirate King, his blood still up with the slight sting of betrayal at Jack's completely unpredictable move. He shouldn't be surprised. Not by Jack, not by Elizabeth turning up with a Piece of Eight (he'd bartered her onto Sao Feng's ship, after all), and perhaps...Not Jones, either.
They're probably all going to die, come dawn. He knows that. And he knows there's no regret like a risk not taken, as he loosens the lock of his knee to stroll casually across the deck in the direction of his quarters.]
Aye, and to what do I owe the pleasure- [His tone suggests it's anything but.] Of Beckett's lapdog paying a visit to me ship, then.
yes yaaay good I am all for this! XD
[-the heart-]
[-but who does his heart really belong to?]
[He’d been visiting her down where they’d confined her. This is no one’s concern but his own, though... the conversation with Turner about her had been infuriating enough. It’s something he doesn't speak of right this moment, nor is this the time to ponder over how conflicted he still feels about her. Any contemplation he might want to do will be spared for another time. All he has to show to the world is his hardened stare, colder than the deepest, blackest depths of the sea. He’s turned that glare upon Hector now, letting the man think what he would about his presence here. You never inspire dread and fear by being truthful. Not that Barbossa has ever been one to squirm like some men might. Irritating, that.]
Brave question, coming from one of a dying breed. What if I said I was finally here to claim your soul once and for all?
[It really would be only a matter of time, anyway. If not by his own doing, or Beckett's... perhaps Calypso herself truly would... He's not sure he wants to know what might happen if she ever learned the full truth of things.]
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The revelry from above is nothing more than a hysterical and desperate distraction from the doom Captain Swann has put them on a course for, and every last pirate in the Cove knows it. Which is why Hector is here and not prowling the taverns himself. Simply walking through the city itself down to the docks has scraped every nerve he has raw, and he's decided if it's to be his last night (of so few, so very, painfully few since his resurrection) on this good earth, he's going to spend it with the only lady that's ever captured his affection. And it's certainly not the trapped goddess in the brig below, but her deck is solid under his boots, and her cabin no longer a sleepless prison, but a welcoming embrace where he can while away the hours until dawn with a bottle, waiting to see sunlight peek over the rim of the volcano's mouth that shelters the pirate haven.]
Sounds right lively to me. [He meets Jones's eyes unflinchingly, a small smile pulling at his mouth. Is he afraid? A little. No, not of Jones himself. And not necessarily of death itself, but of the grey nothingness he can only vaguely recall before being ripped free of it and being shoved back into his rotted, lifeless, useless body.
But while he might be afraid, he's also not so much so (not by a long shot) to not think clearly. He's the only one that now knows the location of eight of the nine Pieces of Eight. Oh, he knows where all nine are, thanks to Jack's little nervous habits, but eight of them are squirreled away and will stay that way until he decides otherwise. Tia Dalma - Calypso - can't afford for him to die now, with her freedom close enough to taste, and he knows it. He has all the cards in that little game.]
But if it be me soul your after, Jones, I'm afraid for the moment it belongs to another, and I'd think she'd be less likely to part with what she considers hers. So that disappointment will have to be your only prize this fine evenin'.
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[A dark mood and look overcomes Davy Jones, reminiscent of stormclouds gathering over the ocean. He's not yet unleashing his full might, but there's that promise of terrifying things to come. He has no longer any desire or need of revelry. There is no pleasure to be had on his ship: only a harsh, unforgiving life of punishment and pain. Or un-life... pre-afterlife... a stalling of the inevitable. It no longer truly surprises him how many men are more eager to delay death, to try and escape it, even if it meant joining his crew.]
But in time, death comes to claim all with its cold, unyielding touch. Not even you can escape it forever.
[Though Barbossa had escaped in a sense, odd how that one happens. An anomaly like that certainly bothers Jones, but more troubling is the mention of his soul's true "owner."]
And who is the one who now claims your soul?
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Dead in a cave, resurrected on a bit of swampy marshland, over three days and nights that don't warrant thinking about, as it will do nothing but sour the humor he's found in this little unexpected conversation.]
Oh, I think you know. I think you know, because I have the suspicion Jack Sparrow ain't your quarry tonight. [There's a pause, and his smile grows a little wider, revealing one gold tooth on the left.] Tell me, then, how be the young Master Turner.
[Hector has no idea what game Jack's playing with that...Not yet, anyway, but he figures it'll come to light come morning.]
I imagine he's found a right cozy place, being of the same cold-blooded ilk as Beckett, aye?
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[Davy Jones has a lot on his mind at the moment, but he's not about to allow any of that side to show. His face tentacles twitch slowly, and he snaps his clawed hand open and shut.]
Turner is at last understanding his place. [A snort.] His soul is a fair prize to claim, as his father's was before him.
[Not that... he's exactly claimed the younger Turner as of yet. Not technically speaking, with the man still alive. Still, he would come, in time, as so many did. When the choice lay between the oblivion of death or another life aboard his ship... well, mortals were so fearful of the unknown. The choice was ridiculously easy for some, they'd choose cruelty and servitude if it meant remaining as something close to alive.]