bringmethatnpc: (wake)
[personal profile] bringmethatnpc
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.
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Date: 2007-07-05 03:34 pm (UTC)
try_corsets: (Sorrow)
From: [personal profile] try_corsets
Sitting in the very same spot Will had occupied months before, staring at the still-fresh grooves in the wooden table, Elizabeth wishes she had his knife. The solid thunk that had so annoyed her then might be welcome now. She clenches her jaw and wipes the back of a hand across her damp forehead, muttering under her breath.

They've already been here for half an hour . Still no Will.

She hasn't answered any questions yet. When she does, she's tempted to let ‘sea turtles’ be her only explanation.

Date: 2007-07-05 05:20 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bushel-o-apples.livejournal.com
One of the many doors in the cabin opens, and the sound of heavy boots on old wood returns to the shack a few days after its departure.

Thunk

Barbossa emerges from the shadows, a dark half-grin on his face, taking a deep breath of the thick, humid, swampy air and a slow look around.

Thunk

He speaks to no one in specific. THis is a man who likes the sound of his own voice, all right.

"Here we are, then. Let's just hope the others arrive soon so we can start with the terrible task at hand."

He truly believes that. It's terrible, having to bring Jack back from the dead.

Date: 2007-07-06 12:10 am (UTC)
badinlatin: (red shirt)
From: [personal profile] badinlatin
Mal has definitely never been here before, and he certainly did not expect to be arriving alone.

By the way people in the cabin regard his presence, it seems like not too many people were expecting him either.

"Hi."

Date: 2007-07-06 12:19 am (UTC)
badinlatin: (oh WELL then)
From: [personal profile] badinlatin
Mal doesn't ask any questions. Rather:

"Quite a show, disappearin' like that."

He's smiling, even as he moves closer to both Elizabeth and Tonks.

Date: 2007-07-06 12:32 am (UTC)
try_corsets: (Shocked profile)
From: [personal profile] try_corsets
Perhaps that's one reason Elizabeth likes Mal so well; he doesn't ask a lot of questions. At least not the sort she would rather not answer.

"Captain Reynolds!" she exclaims, voice shrill with her surprise. Very nearly overturning her chair and knocking her forehead against a bottle containing what looks to be lizards, Elizabeth jumps up and forward, craning her neck to get a look at the room beyond Mal.

It looks just the same as it did before.

Date: 2007-07-06 12:35 am (UTC)
badinlatin: (exposition!Mal)
From: [personal profile] badinlatin
"'S Mal, here, anyways -- "

Mal turns his head to follow Elizabeth's gaze. "He opened the door to lead me here, and followed me through. I don't know what happened."

Looking both Elizabeth and Tonks up and down, "You alright? You both? Seein' you two disappear -- I found Will, 'n came with."

Date: 2007-07-06 12:45 am (UTC)
clumsy_auror: (no shit)
From: [personal profile] clumsy_auror
"Peachy," deadpans the witch, hiding her disappointment at the lack of viable door that might return her to Milliways. "So what, you just decided to hare off into an unknown world at the spur of the moment? Inara's gonna love that."

Date: 2007-07-06 01:14 am (UTC)
try_corsets: (Worried)
From: [personal profile] try_corsets
Later, Elizabeth might feel a twinge of guilt over what Bernard's own reaction might be. At the moment, however, she can think of only one thing.

"Will! Will was with you?" Another long, searching look over his shoulder, as if she can make her fiancé appear through sheer determination. "But he's not here."

Her forehead wrinkles in a frown.

Date: 2007-07-06 01:17 am (UTC)
badinlatin: (Default)
From: [personal profile] badinlatin
"Inara knows. She's going to kill me later, but she knows. So does Bernard, just so's you're aware," Mal counters. "And I came because of my overdeveloped chivalry and general niceness, say xiexie."

To Elizabeth: "Will was the first person I set to find -- I don't know what happened. But he can't not show up."

Mal doesn't think the bar'd let him disappear like that completely.

Date: 2007-07-06 01:28 am (UTC)
clumsy_auror: (nymphadora)
From: [personal profile] clumsy_auror
'Dora reaches out to catch one of Mal's hands in hers, squeezing it for a moment. "Thanks," she murmurs. "And Will's got to be here somewhere. Only that was a bit weird, wasn't it? I've never seen the door do that before. So I s'pose anything's possible."

Date: 2007-07-06 01:29 am (UTC)
try_corsets: (Never say die)
From: [personal profile] try_corsets
"Why is it terrible?" Elizabeth asks. Dark, insouciant eyes study his face, then go back to watching her finger trace a narrow, fresh slice in the dark wood. The wood underneath is lighter, and the mark is barely splintering on the edges. "Rescuing Jack is what we all want."

Her tone leaves no room for argument. Now that they have returned, Elizabeth is bound and determined to make sure no one backs out.

Date: 2007-07-06 01:50 am (UTC)
badinlatin: (interrogation)
From: [personal profile] badinlatin
Deadpan, "Didn't think the lake'd go ocean-style on us all either, but o' course, this is Milliways we were just leavin' from, so that's enough of a reasoning I can really hope for."

Looking around to the room at large, "Anyone care to tell me where I'm at at the moment?"

Date: 2007-07-06 02:45 am (UTC)
try_corsets: (Into the middle distance)
From: [personal profile] try_corsets
"Tia Dalma's shack," Elizabeth answers automatically, missing most of what was said before. It doesn't occur to her that this is largely unhelpful.

Finally, she pulls her gaze back to Mal and Tonks, blinking a bit.

"The lake turned into a sea?"

Date: 2007-07-06 02:58 am (UTC)
badinlatin: (bzuh?)
From: [personal profile] badinlatin
"Shi a -- I didn't see the Pearl leave. Was a little distracted by the..."

Mal waves his hand in the general direction of Tonks.

"Magic. -Yness. Thing."

Date: 2007-07-06 03:05 am (UTC)
clumsy_auror: (ummmmmm)
From: [personal profile] clumsy_auror
"Spell of doom?" she suggests. "But I do not think I had anything to do with the bloody lake turning into a bloody ocean. If I did, I oughta get a raise at the Ministry."

Date: 2007-07-06 03:11 am (UTC)
try_corsets: (Excited)
From: [personal profile] try_corsets
A sort of wild hope fills Elizabeth's eyes.

"The Pearl left." Not a question, no, because somehow it fits. Her smile, now that she remembers how to do so, is slow and satisfied. "To better answer your earlier question, this is where most of us were before Milliways. Just before, actually. Only a few days have passed."

Date: 2007-07-06 03:15 am (UTC)
badinlatin: (Default)
From: [personal profile] badinlatin
"Nice to know we're somewhere..."

Mal finally starts to take in his surroundings beyond the people in front of him. Including the various objects and former-living things in jars.

Ew.

"...palatable."

Date: 2007-07-06 03:23 am (UTC)
clumsy_auror: (ummmmmm)
From: [personal profile] clumsy_auror
"Kinda homey, actually," Tonks says thoughtfully, eyeing the jars with something like nostalgia.

Well. Witch.

Date: 2007-07-06 03:48 am (UTC)
badinlatin: (Default)
From: [personal profile] badinlatin
Mal would be picturing Sunny playing with the jars filled with things Mal doesn't actually want to think about, if he didn't have better things to investigate.

"So. What's the plan?

"Is there a plan?"

Date: 2007-07-06 03:50 am (UTC)
try_corsets: (Cautious)
From: [personal profile] try_corsets
Elizabeth eyes another dangling bottle, spinning slowly on its rope, with obvious distaste.

"It's mad, and I'd be careful what you touch, lest it try to curse or eat you."

The dusty crocodile suspended overhead gets a meaningful look.

"Barbossa has a plan," she mentions, and although she's happy someone does, it's not said with a great deal of hope.

Date: 2007-07-06 03:53 am (UTC)
clumsy_auror: (pirate: gunpowder and magic)
From: [personal profile] clumsy_auror
"And that would be the bringing-Jack-back-from-the-dead plan, would it?"

Absentmindedly she adds a slim pocket to her skirt, stuffing her wand inside.

"Dare I ask what that entails?"

Date: 2007-07-06 03:56 am (UTC)
try_corsets: (Defiant)
From: [personal profile] try_corsets
"It would," Elizabeth confirms. "There's something he's not telling me-"

And, oh, how that annoys her. She pauses, mouth tightening.

"-but first we travel to Singapore. He claims to have acquaintances who will aid us in our quest."

Date: 2007-07-06 04:09 am (UTC)
badinlatin: (Default)
From: [personal profile] badinlatin
Mal eyes Barbossa.

For as much as Mal can tell, Barbossa is eyeing him back.

"[Fantastic]," he mumbles in Chinese, immediately afterward sliding a smile on his face.

"Time to kick this shindig off right."

Date: 2007-07-06 05:22 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bushel-o-apples.livejournal.com
Oh, she won't get him this easily, that's for sure. He smiles his amused little smirk and turns to her.

"Ah, miss Swann. Do you have any doubt that therrible trials, true ordeals in fact, lie ahead of us? That we few, we happy few, we band of brothers won't be tested through the metaphorical fires of Hell to prove whether we are worthy to bring a man back from beyond the gates of Death itself?"

He regards her with those sickly yellowing eyes, his lips curled in a derisive little scowl.

"Are you really that naïve stil?"

Because, you know, that's the sense in which he used the word 'terrible'. Not at all ny other, no way. He? He'll love to bring Jack back to life.

Date: 2007-07-06 05:23 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bushel-o-apples.livejournal.com
Barbossa regards the pirate from the future, captain of a flying boat, with half-lidded eyes, then his lips curl into a fake bona fide smile.

"Captain Reynolds! Reinforcements, specially those of a professional nature, are always welcome, even if not expected precisely by all of us."

And here he gives the others a meaningful look. Okay, who invited the weird guy to the party?
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