high_seas | The Day o' Davy Jones

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The Day o' Davy Jones

August 31st - September 7th
Isla Empieza

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The time has come. The way to Empieza is open. The mists still swirl around and the low, greenish cloud hangs heavy over the island, flickering with green lightning. But now there is a way to get in and a place to weigh anchor. The Navs seem to have stopped functioning, though. Pity.

In any case, there is a path to the central plaza of Empieza, bordered on either side by mist that feels caustic to the touch and seems almost ready to break free. From either side and within the mist are screams that linger as they fade, rattling growls, and other sounds that could induce nightmares in even the bravest of souls.

And somewhere in the mist lies Davy Jones, the rest of the shards, and a battle that will decide the outcome of this world...and yourselves.

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...maybe not. Look-

[His brow arching as he realizes it himself, he steps away from the fountain, holding the pouch out where the mist is, watching as it seems to suck back from it.]

Wish I knew, but it doesn't seem like we get instructions or how things are supposed to turn out once all gets said and done. I think we're just gonna have to play this by ear, like always.

[well if that don't beat all...

He feels better about the shard resting between his collarbones, beneath the bronze necklace he always wears, but he'll still leave the bulk of the shards to Gaius. He has more pockets.]

Huh. Guess you got a point there. Well, if the Lady could do this all by herself, she'da done it already. She needs us for somethin', so we might as well give our all.

[He raises one arm to bump his leather-clad forearm against Gaius' - this calls for more than just a fistbump

I was plannin' to go after Jones. Ya with me, old pal?

[Interrupts your bro moment because HE IS HERE FOR SOME REASON.

...No, but actually, he doesn't even remember being home at all -- it's like he was in his room on the Nightfury, sleeping peacefully, and then the next thing he knew he was being spit out of the Nav in the bloody Backwater Brig of all places, and just...honestly.

Why?

What is his life.

Also there were giant talking turtles hanging around in there and they rather freaked him out, so he hightailed it out and headed for the only logical place in town.

That damn fountain.

AND OH LOOK. CREW!]

Excuse me, but just what the hell is going on here?? Can someone explain to me why I was dumped in that odd, backwards little shop?

[Lowering the pouch, Gaius gives a nod.]

If she didn't need us, we probably wouldn't have been brought here in the first place.

[He arches a brow at Gan Ning and grins, raising his other hand and arm up to mimic the gesture.]

You know it. Still owe that guy a punch or something, right?

[...and then there's that familiar voice. Wait.

He looks at Gan Ning to make sure he's not hearing things or imagining- and then looks over at the wizard.]

....Broomstick?

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[he's got his mouth open to make some kind of nasty remark about showing Jones how the Han did things right when it came to executions, but then there's this pale blond kid looming up out of the fog and...]

You're shitting me! Draco? What the hell, you've been gone for months!

...aw hell, this is gonna be a lot to explain.

It's on the ship.

[...Oh, wait, you meant him. Right. Gan Ning echoing Gaius' confusion makes that clear.

Draco clears his throat.]

I mean—yes, obviously. Who else would I be?

[Then he frowns as he looks back and forth between the two of them.]

Have you lot suddenly gone mad? I only just saw the pair of you yesterday!

Yesterday? Try months. This place seems to be intent on messing around with us until the end.

Yeah, what he said. [thumbing at Gaius]

The hell, how did people get to get back? No, I don't even wanna try to imagine how. I'm just glad you're back, kid - it's the worst possible time for you, but best for us. We were kinda thin on the ground, we coulda used some reinforcements. And here ya are.

...Well, I go where I'm needed, of course.

[Said loftily, as he brushes some hair out of his face.

Inside, he's reeling a bit, but this kind of seems like it isn't the time or place to be questioning things. Besides, since when has anything in this world ever made sense?

So he just sighs a bit and juts a thumb over his shoulder.]

I woke up in that shop -- the Backwater Brig? The one Miss Margie runs...though she wasn't there. But that's where you get things you need from other worlds, right? Maybe that has something to do with it.

[A beat, then his brow furrows.]

Although there were some strange turtle demon things lurking about, as well, so I could be completely wrong.

Not surprised to hear that. This whole town's gotten weird with this mist. We're about to finally see if we can take down Jones.

....

...wait, wait- turtle demons? How big were they?

Turtles can't be demons! [at least not in his reckoning. He knows what it sounds like and smacks Gaius in the chest with the back of his hand] The turtle-brothers, man! If Draco's back maybe they're back too. We're gettin' the whole crew back together!

[he can't be upset about this at all]

[Arches an eyebrow at Gan Ning.]

They certainly looked like demons.

[Then to Gaius.]

They were big. Far bigger than turtles have any right to be, and I've seen more than a fair few enlarged with an Engorgio. One of them was probably taller than me!

[Pause.]

Wait, the whole crew?

[...Now that he thinks about it...he does vaguely recall something about there being anthropomorphic turtles sailing around before.]

[Gaius grins. Hey, chill, Jingles- he just wanted to confirm!]

If there were any doubts that something big was happening...

[He shakes his head.]

At least we get a reunion out of it. Should we go find them?

[he really really wanted to, he would have just jogged off right then and there, but Gan Ning has captain things to do]

Go on, go get 'em. Make sure they're okay and fill 'em in on things. I'll explain it to Draco. Bring 'em here, this looks like the only real safe spot on the island right now.

[and then he grins for Draco]

Here we are standin' at the gates of Hell, but we got you guys back! Don't worry, somethin' tells me you won't be hangin' around too long. Just don't get yourself killed first.

Er, alright. I like safe spots.

[They're certainly better than gates of Hell, which Draco makes a bit of a face at.]

Nobody would actually bring me back here to participate in some sort of great fight, would they? That seems like a terribly poor idea.

[HE IS NOT A GRYFFINDOR.

Also screw the overgrown turtles, he wants to see a certain dragon again.]

[Gaius salutes, stuffs that pouch of humming shards away and then practically vanishes in a brief red haze. Maaagic.]

[That's Gaius for ya, best entrances and exits.

So. Draco. Let's rap.]

Bad idea or not, it's what's what. Things went a bit crazy a couple months ago, not too long after you an' Roxas an' Sting disappeared off the ship. Davy Jones did his ghost thing at the start of the race, but that Cat woman was there and did some kinda sorcery. So now he's alive, or undead or whatever ya call it, and he's suckin' in all the shards. So if we wanna get home, we gotta actually take him down. One way or another.

Won't lie, we can use you. Ya got spells like some of us ain't never seen. [he huffs a quick laugh, then] Coulda used ya at Port Chance, fightin' the big black snake thing. It had a lotta nasty heads, I kept thinking of what you did against the kraken. Ah well. Too late now, eh?

Those blokes are gone, too? Goodness...

[That really doesn't leave many people left on the crew, does it?

He listens to the rest of that, eyes widening a bit.]

...You can't bring people back from the dead, though. Ghosts either stay a bloody ghost or they move on -- is he some kind of inferius? [No, wait, what's the word they use in the Muggle world—] Or zombie?

[Because that's gross and he wants nothing to do with it.

He huffs a little.]

Merlin... Sounds like a right mess, really. But I'd be lying if I said it wouldn't be really satisfying to make that arsehole explode.

Probably a zombie, that's what I've heard said. [yeah they just have ghosts where he comes from, he gets it. But he can't deny what he's seen with his own eyes] Like the ones that swarmed the ship and attacked us for a couple of weeks straight. It got real messy.

So here's hopin' the bastard is afraid of fire like the little ones, or we're gonna have more than a right mess here.

[Makes a face.]

Lovely. I've just about had my fill of them, I think.

[But then he lets a small smirk tug at his mouth.]

I guess I could handle one more, though. Have we got a plan?

[grins. That's the spirit, Draco!]

The bastard's not hard to find, that's for sure. Gaius nabbed us a bunch o' shards like these - [tapping the one chained around his neck, hanging below the bronze torc he always wears] - and they seem to do some good so make sure ya grab one. Maybe stop by the Backwater Brig and stock up on weapons and magic stuff, and then it's straight for Davy Jones.

[he knows nothing about the heart, this is all he knows: find the big evil thing and hit it until it goes down]

[Arches an eyebrow.]

So, basically, load up and charge the bastard.

[SIGH. With a slight head shake (though there might be a hint of amusement somewhere in there).]

Bloody typical Gryffindor. But it's not as though I've the time to come up with some sort of actual strategy.

[He taps his chin anyway, a thoughtful look falling over his face.]

I guess we'll see how he handles magic...being magical himself. I'll leave the punching and whatnot to you. [A beat. Points at the shard necklace.] And yes, I want one of those shiny things.

All right - when Gaius comes back, get one from him. He's got all the rest of 'em, we're handing 'em out to anyone who needs.

[he grins, then] Yanno, all this time here the one thing I ain't had was a strategist. You're no Lu Meng but if ya got some ideas, I'll hear 'em out. [anytime between now and...whenever they actually start fighting, that is.]

I don't know what ideas I'll be able to come up with, honestly. It's still rather jarring knowing I've been gone so long, but I know I can't piss about trying to find my footing again.

[Almost as an afterthought, he reaches to see if his journal came back with him -- and it did, of course. So he flips to the most recent entries, quickly skimming them.]

Can you think of anything else I should know? Or shall we head for the fight?

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