high_seas | There's ghost ships off the port bow

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There's ghost ships off the port bow

Who: Link and the crew of the Charming Murderess
Where: At sea
When: During the Fog
What: Event Shenanigans and people hiding from their own crew
Warnings: People being cursed, people attempting to eat each other
Style: either
Status: Semi-open

[It was night, of course. The sun hadn't risen in days and everything was night. The orange moon sat across the horizon, barely visible through the fog. Just enough to know it was there. Like it was watching the sea and those on it.

Link was on the bow, trying to find anything worth seeing in the fog when he spotted the other ship. It came up fast and he had only enough time to let out a loud 'HA!' in warning before it was grazing silently against the side of the Murderess. The shambling ghosts that crewed it oblivious to the living crew they were now so close to. Unbridled curiosity got the better of the young hero and he was soon jumping across to investigate the strange sight.

When he returned, a short time later, he was moving slower than normal, but otherwise seemed fine. At least until he encountered someone and attempted to start chewing their leg off.]

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-Tojiko didn't need sleep. It made her perfect for watching during the seemingly imperishable night and impenetrable fog. Being a ghost, herself, however, made this particularly interesting.

Because the ghostly crew actually recognized her. And tried to "invite" her to their ship.

Not today.-

Do you really think after fourteen centuries of waiting... That I would join your host now, and give up everything I've worked for?! Ha!

-The fog made it seem far more bright than usual, but that was definitely massive amounts of lightning balling around her hands, ready to blast away the invading ghosts.-

Have at you!

[ Jack's on deck, ensuring his ship is still sailable, despite the unforgiving fog. It's times like this when his compass comes in handy, for the thing he wants most is not to run into land.

Therefore, he's present to catch sight of Tojiko as soon as her hands begin to gather lightening.

Jack doesn't think. He acts. ]

No! Stop! [ He throws himself in front of her, arms wide. ] What are you doin', you harpy?

[ While this ship wasn't the Pearl, that doesn't mean he wants to catch his ship on fire with lighting. He waves his hands in front of him. ] Stop!

While I understand your concerns, Captain... -She lets loose an arc that strikes at part of the ghostly ship, seemingly to little avail.- I know what I'm doing.

And the next time you call me "harpy", I'll be singing that hideous facial hair of yours right off. Now have some faith and allow me to do the one thing I'm good at, will you?

[ Jack moves forward, steps predatory. He grabs her arm, physically bringing her around until they are face-to-face. ]

Listen here, missy.

[ His eyes are steel and cold and dangerous. His grip painfully strong. ]

I don't give a rat's ass if you think you know what you're doing because it be clear you don't. Doin' that is gonna get us all killed and I will not have it on me ship.

[ He lets go of her arm, shoving her away from him. ]

Once more and you'll be sailin' cursed waters by yourself, savvy?

-Her immediate response would have been to shout, to yell, to slap him and jolt him and how dare he lay a hand on a royal consort but when she saw his eyes, the great majority of her usual fire and spark was gone, the crackling energy receding and her breath coming out in a long sigh as she deflated. He was right... She shook her head.-

Apologies, Captain... I let my anger get the best of me. -How humiliating...-

[The figure is slight, that swings from the rigging of the Mistress, into the rigging of the Murderess. Far too slight, to even be the smallest of children, as it at first disappears among the block and tackle and lines stretching to the booms and canvas, skittering from perch to perch along the maindeck.

The moonlight is near constant now, so when it finally drops onto the boards of the deck with a thump, it in no way resembles the furry little companion of the other ship's captain. No, because while Jack had been freed of that curse, after his master's death he chose it once more, finding it much more preferable than the idea that he could very well die, as fragile as his little monkey body is otherwise.

But here he is, on the deck of the Murderess, bathed in the light of the far too orange, far too large moon, nothing but a heap of ragged bones and cloth, his fangs, usually hidden behind a cute furry face, exposed, his shiny black eyes darting here and there from deep in their sockets, unblinking.

He knows the other Jack is here, and despite the fact that not only is Jack fond of shooting him, he also traded him to that Obeah witch...

Which in actuality was a good thing, considering he was reunited with his master. So all's well. But still, he's heard the other Jack is alive, and despite the bad treatment, the little ragged creature has actually missed him. After all, before trading him off to Tia Dalma, he had allowed the little monkey to stay aboard the only home he's known, the Pearl.

He chitters to himself, sitting back on his haunches in the middle of the deck, unconcerned about his appearance. After all, it's normal to him, why shouldn't it be to anyone else?]

Edited (dyslexia rears its head again) 2013-10-25 01:47 (UTC)

[On edge since the warning from Scurvy Dog, Gibbs had been doing his best to keep an eye out in the thick fog and poor moonlight offered by the constant light o the leering, orange moon.

Ill tidings were all about, making him restless and it is with restless feet that he finds himself wandering the deck of the Charming Murderess.

At first, he doesn't see the monkey, given the wisps of fog rolling over deck and sail alike, shrouding everything. Catching movement out of the corner of his eye, he turns to see the undead monkey aboard their ship.]

Loosed upon us again, are you? [Gibbs frowns at the monkey remembering the last time he and the rest of Jack's crew had last dealt with the furry beast.]

Edited 2013-10-25 07:37 (UTC)

[Yes, yes, Jack is more than aware of the warnings of the fog and such, but...Well. Been there, done that. At Gibbs's voice he perks up, standing on his back feet a moment before dropping to all fours and moving closer, into a patch of shadow on the deck, recovering skin and clothing once more.

He chitters and clicks, tilting his head, because really. His captain has no idea where he is, because it's not as though Hector keeps an eye on him at all times. It would be impossible, and besides: Jack the monkey is a free monkey and does what he wants.

But he can't answer in words, despite the fact that he clearly understands them well enough. So by way of explanation, in his own way, he pulls the thick gold coin out of his shirt and sticks it in his mouth, gnawing.

Really, this is what's happening, isn't it? With the fog and the tales of skeleton crews?]

[Gibbs flinches just a little at the sight of that coin. The very coin he and Barbossa had been discussing not too long ago. Yet, he had a feeling that Barbossa hadn't been speaking of the one the monkey had.

Still, Monkey Jack was a very real reminder that there was danger to be had in the fog. By this point, he is almost certain there are undead things lurking about, ready to pounce.

The question now of course was knowing how to deal with them and to send them back to the depths. While he was great at knowing all manner of things, Jack was the one who usually figured out a crafty solution instead of him.}

No hard feelings about being caged right? After all you ended up back with Barbossa.

[Why was he talking to the monkey? It wasn't like Cotton's Parrot who could actually answer back after a fashion.]

[Walking along—or slinking along, rather, everything about this atmosphere makes him nervous and he's keen to get back below deck as quickly as he can.

WHEN SUDDENLY.

In the misty fog, he sees the monkey.

The monkey he's already not much a fan of (he suspects the feeling is mutual).

And my, he's looking extremely skeletal today!

So he just comes to a dead halt and stares.]

.....

[Oh. It's that boy. The one with the stupid loud mouth that needs a gag shoved in it.

He'd forgotten he was on the other Jack's crew. Honestly, his namesake has no taste at all.

And he's rude enough to stare, as though he's never seen an undead monkey before. Rude. Jack makes a noise before dropping to all four feet, arching his back like a cat as he slinks closer. C'mon, Draco, he's still cute, right? Of course he is. Don't you just want to pet him or give him a peanut?]

[No not really, THANK YOU.

Draco skips back a step or five, putting all his effort into NOT drawing his wand.]

BACK, DEVIL MONKEY. For god's sake, what's happened to you?

[...It occurs to him that he doesn't really want to be anywhere near the monkey when it's found like this. It wasn't his fault.]

[He's harmless, really. A little odd-looking, maybe, to those who've never seen him in moonlight, and for those that don't know about the curse laid upon the gold of Cortes, but...Well. It's not like Jack can tell any of that to Malfoy.

He inches closer when Draco backs away, back still arched oddly until the stupid idiot goes and calls him a devil monkey.

And with that, he screeches loudly, baring his already exposed fangs, before skittering back and up.

Right onto his master's shoulder, who's finally decided to come over and see what Jack is doing about the fog.

The captain Jack, that is. Not the monkey, who's now clinging to his shoulder, giving Draco the evil eye from his skeletal little face.]

The funny thing about the gold, Mister Malfoy? Jack here be a fine example of what is, as you said, wrong with it.

AHHHhhhoh, it's you.

[Didn't just jump like four feet in the air, what?

He brushes himself off a bit just to give his hands something to do, then shoots Barbossa a dark look.]

Must you just appear like that? I really feel that we should all be carrying bells in this fog.

[Redirects his gaze to the monkey. He's temped to give it the evil eye right back, but, well. Barbossa.]

You see, I knew it wasn't normal! I doubt you'd have even asked about it otherwise. Pirates wouldn't just alert everyone else to treasure being about, right?

[A coward, too. Really, Draco, you are not in any size, shape, or form raising yourself in Hector's opinion.

But at first he says nothing, reaching in a pocket of his waistcoat to find a peanut, before holding it up to the skeletal little monkey. Jack takes it, though he doesn't eat it just yet. He'll wait, of course, until he has a stomach for that, as he's very much lacking one at the moment.]

Really? Because to be honest, mate, being a pirate's not about the treasure. [And it's really not. Money is a lovely thing to come by, but that's only a part of living the life of a sea-bound outlaw.] Besides, I thought you said you had plenty of your own.

[A pause.] Where you're from. Do you even have two gold pieces to rub together here, I wonder.

[He was just startled. >.>]

Two pieces, yes. [Sighs.] But only the two. I had two galleons left in my pocket when I arrived here, I'm not even sure what they'd be worth in this world.

[Crosses his arms.]

Anyway, we don't really have pirates where I'm from anymore—not like this. So I'm not well-versed on what it is or isn't about.

[If there were one constant in this land, it was there was no end to trials and tribulations. For what purpose they suffered through such, Danielle still had not the faintest idea. Yet it was a familiar enough state of affairs to nearly be a comfort. She had discovered all too recently there had been no clear higher meaning behind the events of her life in France, either.

Thus there was little rational course to take but to accept the current circumstances and carry on. She had managed it on arrival, following a skeletal captain and his deceased comrade until their disappearance. Since joining the ranks of Captain Sparrow, she had been relatively spared the supernatural. Until this evening.

Danielle stopped suddenly on the deck, just coming short of stumbling over the monkey in the fog. A month ago she may have screamed. As it was, one hand darted to the sword on her belt as she let out a slow, steadying breath.]

More and more, sorcery surrounds us.

[And if Jack could speak, he'd simply point out it was the heathen gods, not sorcery. Sorcery (well, and a touch of magic from another heathen God) is what has his master alive and kicking.

Him? His is by choice, and he's perfectly fine with that.

But this isn't the crew from the Pearl, and he's not entirely sure he's exactly okay with the lot of them. There's no Marty, there's no Cotton. There's no Pintel and Ragetti. Really, it's absolutely nothing like home.

He stays where he is a moment, bony hands plucking at what's left of his tiny little shirt, before dropping and making his way over, clucking quietly.

Really, despite his outward appearance, he acts no different than any other capuchin monkey.]

Edited 2013-10-26 03:36 (UTC)

[ As far as other pirate captains go, Jack's always been fairly active. He constantly takes the helm, he navigates the courses, he's nearly always on deck. But, as active as Jack is, he's found himself even more active since taking on this crew.

This crew, which held no experience whatsoever, save for Gibbs and himself. As such, he constantly finds himself in motion, checking things, double checking things, making sure they don't run into any shoals.

After all, unsailed lands plus an inexperienced crew? That was a nightmare waiting to happen.

And so, Jack -- the original -- finds himself on deck. The fog rolled in, just like Scurvy Dog said it would. And, while that's not entirely comforting, he still has a ship to sail.

There he stands, oblivious of the monkey, compass in hand as he squints out at the fog. ]

[And there's the little monkey's prey, right there with his compass and everything. He looks fine enough, if a bit more ragged around the edges from the last time he saw him, but that was ages ago, to Jack. After all, his master was still dead then, in that Obeah witch's shack. And from what Jack himself has gleaned from the conversations of the humans around him, his luck hasn't really improved much.

Not that his own master's has, either, but Jack isn't one to point that out, without the ability to speak.

But all the same, there's the other Jack, completely unawares of his presence, which is fine enough for the little monkey, who inches forward a bit, reaching out with a bony paw to touch his boot. And once it's confirmed he's solid enough, up he goes, right to Jack's shoulder, chittering and chattering.

Really, other Jack, he's missed you. Just a tad. Despite you being a complete arse.]

[Standing around on deck somewhere, undoubtedly scowling and wondering once again how he ended up here and why is the moon orange like that, with his luck they're going to be attacked by a ship full of evil werewolves any minute—

Yeah, he hasn't noticed the ghost ship yet, but he does notice when something starts gnawing at his leg and jumps about five feet in the air.]

What the—ow! Bugger off, what's the matter with you?!

[His stomach let out a loud growl and he he held a hand to it in pain... before reaching for that leg again. He just wanted a nibble.]

Oi!

[Dances backwards a couple steps.]

Excuse you, I am not food!

[Link made a huffy face as his stomach gave another loud growl. He was hungry!

The young boy jumped at Draco, trying to grab him around the waist and keep him from running off on him while he attempted to get a bit in.]

Gah!

[Finally notices that something is...not exactly right here. He shoves Link away, then steps back and actually pulls out his wand.]

What is wrong with you? ...You don't look right, did you get into something you weren't supposed to?

[He shook his head side to side. He hadn't done anything wrong. He was just hungry!

Link shuffled to his feet and started for Draco again. He did seem to be moving slower than usual...]

[Keeps a safe distance away, thank you very much!]

Seriously, you're rather pale. And pasty. And I think you might be drooling a bit.

[He huffed again and started stomping toward his friend. This time he pulled out his sword. If he couldn't take a bite while it was on Draco's body, then maybe if he carved it out first...]

[The atmosphere put Futo on edge, she didn't like hauntings as it were, even if her companion and current charge was a ghost herself. She could feel the ill intent, and the foreboding nature of the night.

When the ghost ship showed itself however, she did not cower in fear, nor did she approach it. Instead she seemed to be covering the ship in paper talismans, as well as stabbing them into the few undead that dared come near her, as well as slapping them on some of her crew mates perhaps. She wasn't exactly paying attention and some of them were pretty hard to differentiate....

At least to her.]

Begone!

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