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Thursday, March 18th, 2010
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10:14 am - [007] [Accidental Video]
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[The feed starts with a loud BZZZZT sound, followed by a crashing noise. Next thing you see is an upwards vision of a certain pirate captain, looking more than a little disgruntled. He stares down at the device for a minute then bends over so pick it up, perhaps with a little too much force - a reflection of his slightly murderous mood.]
Ye virulent little piece of-- [Another BZZZZT.] Pesky little bugger from-- [And yet another.] Curse ye, feculent maggot-- [Aaaaand another.] BLOODY HELL!
[This time, the device seems to have hit the floor again, and the good captain decides to crouch over and stare for another minute, his eyes turning to two very thin slits in suspicion. He stays at a safe distance, of course-- it took him two more shocks than expected for his lesson to be learned.]
I've been good! Or as good of a man as a pirate can be! [He adds as an afterthought, with a small tilt of head.] I did trick the talking monkey into gifting those cooky things, tho'. But I did keep me word to the witchly wench! And the frilly gentleman, as well-- her husband. Wife. Spouse. [A pause.] It was a thing of fortune I was out of commission for most o' their trip, though. Wouldn't have lingered so long otherwise. Aah, but I haven't raided and pillaged the bar in months! [He's pointing at the device and his face lights up again as he thinks of a good deed, but it doesn't last. With a small wriggling of his fingers and a weak grin, he goes on.] ... that may or may not have to do with the fact I might have killed the good owner-- and I do realize the odd improbability of such a statement, but I swear on his death's pain it is genuine.
[He hooks a fist under his chin in contemplation, making a strange face at the communicator.] This almost looks like a confessional. Should've done that before me death. The first time. Aye, if Captain Jack Sparrow has impersonated the role of a priest before, I suppose so can ye, matey!
[And then the feed cuts off.]
[ooc: Tags to come later, I just had to get this done while I was still inspired for a Jack update. /SURPRAISESHOCKGASPU]
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| Friday, April 17th, 2009
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9:50 pm - [006]
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One would daresay a pirate would have seen all that a pirate could have seen by now. I certainly have seen me share of ghastly zombies and pestilent beasties. But that was only until I found the talking monkey, but that one I'm not as iffy about anymore; at least that fiendish furball has good taste in rum. It's the talking kitty that pesters me the most. Why is it that the magicky people feel so inclined to producing chattering creatures? Can't make friends the old way?
They even make me miss the fish people of the non tentacley variety. Or merpeople. Those salty wenches with beautifully melodious tunes, savvy? Aye, they were quite a lot of fun, albeit a little too fishy. Tried dragging me down the sea once. Couldn't resist Captain Jack Sparrow's charms, eh?
Hmm. That was the last time I bathed, methinks.
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| Tuesday, January 6th, 2009
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1:31 pm - [005]
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So it comes down to this, eh?
The talking monkey takes me to the witchly wench as promised, I give her my compass like I promised, and she returns me Pearl like she promised. The thing ye want the most, in exchange for the thing that can find it, she said. Reminded me of Tia Dalma, even. Perhaps after a bath and a change of attire. And a difference sense of the macabre. No bones or weird plants - herb things. Or useless jars of dirt. But still maddeningly frightful somehow.
Point being, we're all men of our words. Except for the witchly wench, who is technically not a man. And the talking monkey - the little fiend would make one bloody heck of a furry human. So I get me vessel back, seal the deal with a couple of drinks to boot, and then never have to deal with the scary lady again. Life is beautiful once more. Or... afterlife. Whatever ye call it.
But why did she never tell me I would have to deal with Barbossa's feculent crew of undead maggots, hmm?
[ooc: Ahem. Remember the zombie pirates from the costume party? :DDb]
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| Wednesday, October 8th, 2008
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11:25 pm - [003]
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It has come to me attention that this Yuuko person is quite the popular authority around these shores, eh? Furthermore, she seems quite talented in the fine arts of thievery and vessel commandeering, as word has it me Pearl is currently in her tricky possession.
However, regardless of me best efforts, I have yet to catch a single glimpse of said little wench, whose rumored beauty cannot compare to that of me glorious and equally missing-in-action Pearl. Ye all should see her and her beautiful black sails. Hardly a sight to be missed, and yet, by the work of some greater force what goes beyond this humble pirate's comprehension, the only one I cannot seem to be graced with. Aside from the witchly wench.
It just so happens that Captain Jack Sparrow shall not fall for such a flauntingly low-handed trick as the employment of the mystical powers commonly entitled magic in the stealing of me ship once again. As such, I have come to realize this lady is but a virulent and ultimately illusory fraud, a decoy for the real perpetrator behind this bizarre scenery - the one and only pestilent creature what genuinely seems to be under the effects of some shape, sort or kind of spell.
Gentlemen - and miladies - I hereby conclude the talking monkey is the very key behind the disappearance of me ship, and thus we - the Jackies and I - are at war against this vicious little beastie.
And he'd better not dare to think of saying the word Parley.
[ooc: ...Jack Sparrow logic; ph33r me.]
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