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Aug. 3rd, 2007 11:29 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bringmethatnpcDeep 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 09:25 am (UTC)"Well met again
Calypso
Tía Dalma. Seems like most of our crew is arrived already..."
He glances aside towards the rest of the assembly, a spark of his usual derisive amusement returning to his gaze when it slides over Elizabeth and Will. Then he sees Mal and Tonks and turns back to Tía Dalma with a mirthless smirk.
"Including a couple unexpected additions. Do you think it's time for us to hold council, or should we wait for anyone else to show up?"
Don't be mistaken, he is the captain of this expedition but in this kind of enterprise, it always pays to ask your resident witch for her opinion, doesn't it?
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Date: 2007-07-13 01:42 am (UTC)Her voice is flat, but her eyes are wary when she greets him...but after a brief battle of wills, she smiles, and sidles up to his side to follow the path of his gaze about the room.
When she nods, beads click in her hair, and featther float among the dark coils. "They are here."
It's agreement, of sorts.
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Date: 2007-07-13 07:15 am (UTC)He tilts his head back and nods, his lips curling in a slight smile. With the witch at his side, his gaze once again moves over the cabin, finally coming to rest upon a table.
"Let's do this properly, then. If you would please do me the honour...?"
And he starts to walk towards the table, not quite expecting Tía Dalma to walk with him.