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Aug. 3rd, 2007 11:29 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Deep in a bayou near the mouth of the Pantano River, a wooden shack sits among twisted vines, high roots, and still, stagnant water. Moonlight illuminates the scene, and the shack is lit from within by what seems like hundreds of candles. A single lantern at the entrance beckons all those who dare to step over the threshold.
Not long ago, only a few days or so, the shack and tangle of surrounding trees was the site of a wake for Captain Jack Sparrow.
The shack had been overflowing with pirates that night. Tia Dalma offered drinks to fight the chill and the sorrow, and the return of another dead pirate gave the crew hope where previously there had been none. Some of those pirates seemed to disappear that night. No one asked too many questions, however, as the shack is bigger than it appears on the outside and the unexpected is to be expected wherever Tia Dalma is found.
But now the missing parties are starting to return. Some are even accompanied by people who had not been there before.
Not long ago, only a few days or so, the shack and tangle of surrounding trees was the site of a wake for Captain Jack Sparrow.
The shack had been overflowing with pirates that night. Tia Dalma offered drinks to fight the chill and the sorrow, and the return of another dead pirate gave the crew hope where previously there had been none. Some of those pirates seemed to disappear that night. No one asked too many questions, however, as the shack is bigger than it appears on the outside and the unexpected is to be expected wherever Tia Dalma is found.
But now the missing parties are starting to return. Some are even accompanied by people who had not been there before.
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Date: 2007-07-09 02:27 am (UTC)No one is uninvited, and especially those who arrive with (or because of) William Turner. "Ye've come to brave the journey an' you're welcome here."
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Date: 2007-07-09 02:34 am (UTC)Another sip of the drink -- no harm in being polite -- and Mal continues to take a look around Tia's cabin.
"Lovely place you've got goin'."
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Date: 2007-07-09 02:46 am (UTC)Slim brown fingers touch the snout of an albino snake; the creature pauses and then rests its chin on her hand when she speaks again--but nothing about this hut of hers that she exists in. It isn't her home.
"To sail to another world an bring back wicked Jack..." she muses. "A fine adventure, ay?"
Or a fool's errand. But she keeps that to herself.
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Date: 2007-07-09 02:53 am (UTC)"If I can help Jack, I want to. But she is why I'm here."
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Date: 2007-07-09 02:57 am (UTC)She half-turns, looking over her shoulder, and slants a gaze at the witch nearby. "And how is that?"
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Date: 2007-07-09 03:06 am (UTC)A motion to indicate the entire population of the cabin.
" -- enough folk on his own to look after 'im. Tonks didn't come here willin'. Or entirely willing, anyhow."
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Date: 2007-07-09 03:18 am (UTC)And she's seen them all: men shaking and begging and praying to their God or commander to save them; sailors who had once been tradesmen, locksmiths, tavern owners and who did not even know how to swim.
They are all reluctant, but she cares little for their feelings.
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Date: 2007-07-09 03:23 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-07-09 03:26 am (UTC)"No."
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Date: 2007-07-09 03:29 am (UTC)He actually thinks he's won a point.
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Date: 2007-07-09 03:35 am (UTC)"An what is it you'll do, Captain?" she asks, in sudden high good humor.
She's rather enjoying Mal. "To protect your friend on this voyage?"
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Date: 2007-07-09 03:43 am (UTC)"Anythin' what needs doin'."
Simple answers are the best ones.
Usually.
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Date: 2007-07-09 03:47 am (UTC)"Good."
Though it is usually best not to take Tia Dalma's words literally, she has a maddening habit of doing just that with those she speaks to. "Then you'll be prepared."
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Date: 2007-07-09 03:49 am (UTC)"Yes."