AWE: On the Beach of Davy Jones' Locker

[bringmethatnpc]

It's a long, unpleasant fall from the edge of the world into Davy Jones' Locker, there's no question at all of that.

And it's a truly ragtag group that eventually finds its way one by one up onto the beach. Still, despite the fact that they're all half-drowned and bedraggled, they're doing better by far than their ship.

That unfortunate vessel's washing up on the beach as well-- in pieces.

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[bringmethatnpc]

He gives a short nod.

"That makes you the highest bidder."

And thus, they have an accord.

[pirate_jack]

"Good man."

Jack turns on his heel, barking orders.

"Weigh anchor, all hands! Prepare to make sail!" As the crew snaps to behind him, he flips open his compass and looks down at it--

--only to discover the needle spinning back and forth in a fruitless circle as it refuses to settle.

[bushel-o-apples.livejournal.com]

"Jaaack..."

The voice drips honey and poison. And not at all in equal doses. When Jack turns on his heel, he is faced by Barbossa, at the head of those he rejected passage, the rolled-up charts cradled in his arms, a smug little smirk on his lips.

"Which way you goin', Jack?"

He drums his long-nailed fingers on the bamboo charts as Jack-the-Monkey, perched on his shoulder, chitters at Jack-the-man.

[pirate_jack]

Bugger.

Jack looks unhappily back at the compass, then snaps it shut again. He lets it drop and spreads his hands wide as he offers Barbossa a disarming grin.

"Looks like we'll all be going along together, mate."

[bushel-o-apples.livejournal.com]

"One could almost say 'like in the old times', aye...?"

Only, of course, not at all. Because this time, I'm the captain from the very start, Jack. And there's nothing you can do about it.

Of course, the danger of mutiny doesn't come from Jack, but you can't blame Barbossa for underestimating... Well, everyone, can you?