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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: 2007-07-18 05:15 pm (UTC)"Yes, I recall saying something similar myself," is her cool response. "Let us hope he considers Jack a sound reason to help."
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Date: 2007-07-18 06:42 pm (UTC)And at that, he smiles his amused, derisive little smirk and nods with a small roll of his eyes, as if mildly frustrated at having to point out the obvious.
"You have my personal guarantee that Sao Feng doesn't hate Jack Sparrow more than I do."
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Date: 2007-07-25 02:46 pm (UTC)Her smirk mimics his own and is quickly gone.
"You still haven't told us how we are to travel to Singapore," Elizabeth points out, turning her steady gaze upon Gibbs.
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Date: 2007-07-25 03:04 pm (UTC)"First thing, Barbossa and I will go back to Tortuga and hire a small ship to come here and take us to the coast of Panama. I know a few men who might be persuaded to do me a favor for the right compensation." He looks at Tia Dalma, trusting that she is the one who can foot the bill.
"Once we reach Panama, we can steal some mules from one of the settlements on the Atlantic and follow the old trail Admiral Morgan followed last century across the ismuth to Panama City. It'll be a bit of rough riding, but it will only take a day or two. In the city, there should be a fair number of good Spanish vessels come up the coast from the silver mines, and we can take one and begin the trip across the Pacific." By "take" he means steal.
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Date: 2007-07-28 09:48 pm (UTC)He nods to the pirate and makes a brief, thoughtful pause.
"With a little luck and observation, we might even be able to capture a ship carrying some spoils to further finance our expedition."
His gaze moves over the assembled group once more as he takes a half step back from the table and crosses his arms.
"Anyone has any further doubts that should be discussed at this moment...?"
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Date: 2007-07-31 02:57 pm (UTC)"And the charts? How do you propose we get hold of those?"
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Date: 2007-08-01 03:29 pm (UTC)It's the first time Mal's spoken, and the only time he's thought it'd been needed.
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Date: 2007-08-01 05:21 pm (UTC)"Ah, Captain Reynolds, a man of the world, I see. Yes, unfortunately the charts are kind of a... Religious relic to the heathen priests. So I'm afraid yes, stealth and thievery are going to be the only way to get them."
He doesn't seem exceedingly disturbed at the prospect. Shocking, isn't it?
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Date: 2007-08-01 05:28 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-08-01 05:40 pm (UTC)And here his gaze falls upon Will and Mal once more. Will, after all, has quite a history of sneaking into places and Mal... Well, he -does- seem like a gentleman of fortune, doesn't he? Plus, he'd rather not have either of them at his back in Sao Feng's lair.
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Date: 2007-08-01 08:16 pm (UTC)Not that anyone notices the inherent sarcasm, beyond his barely-suppressed eyeroll.
Looking to Will, Mal winks.
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Date: 2007-08-01 08:19 pm (UTC)"When do we set sail?"
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Date: 2007-08-01 09:00 pm (UTC)"Sometimes I wonder why do I bother to speak in English, certainly. As has already been said, mister Turner, first mister Gibbs and I will sail to Tortuga to hire" There is a mild distaste in the way he pronounces that word "a crew and ship that can sail us to Panama. -Then- we will come fetch the rest of you."
He takes a deep breath and crosses his arms.
"Have I been clear enough or should I repeat it, using smaller words this time?"
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Date: 2007-08-02 06:44 pm (UTC)"You've been clear enough about that part of the plan," she shoots back. "Less so about others. But I think it's obvious we're done here. We will await your return from Tortuga."
Giving the assembled group a twitchy nod of her head, she stalks outside.
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Date: 2007-08-03 02:18 am (UTC)Elizabeth storms out; the talk seems done, and she turns about, delciate fingers picking through the assortment of objects on the table.
She won't need to bring much.