high_seas | [02] i came in like a

Who: Uchiha ~~Buttface~~ Sasuke and the kindly crew of the Charming Murderess
Where: Deck of the Charming Murderess
When: November 19th
What: A really grumpy ninja getting dumped via Nav onto the unsuspecting deck of completely innocent pirates.
Warnings: Rudeness. Definitely rudeness.
Style: Any!
Status: Open to all crew members!

As if it weren't humiliating enough to have been forced to make a run from the unexpected number of whatever the armed forces had been (not shinobi by their movements, but trained enough), he'd been roundly lambasted for a fool by the woman whose shop he'd ended up ducking into to avoid the searchers -- but if what the girl who had called herself a 'Precure' was right, then not everyone in this world was a construction of genjutsu. It was perhaps less that Sasuke was inclined to spare lives, though it was certainly a waste of a chakra reserve that continued to deplete more rapidly than was normal, and more that there was a possibility of useful information from a real person than a piece of the illusion.

If it weren't an illusion, as the shopkeeper had insisted ... that was an idea he had no time to contemplate before he'd found himself unceremoniously shoved into something she called a 'Nav' and, in the next moment, stumbling into a completely different place altogether.

There had been no reverse-summons seal that he'd seen, no exchange of blood for a kuchiyose, just a moment of being in the dim light of the shop and then sunlight full in his eyes, forcing him to roll into a defensive crouch before he'd even fully processed his location on ... the deck of a ship?

Depleted as it was, his chakra flared in alarm at the realisation that not only was he at sea, but he wasn't alone.

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A what? [If nothing else, he's learned more words since waking up here than he has in a long time.] Like a reverse-summons?

[There is no threat in this one's manner and Sasuke relaxes slightly, taking in more of the ship and the deeply unpleasant awareness that there is no nearby land.]

No. I wasn't expecting to be sent here.

A Portkey—never mind. Sure. That, what you said. I imagine it's probably similar, see, it's really not complicated. It gets you from one place to the next. Though usually you have to know where you're going.

[He frowns a bit.]

Which begs the question, how are you here if you didn't know where you were going? Where the bloody hell did you come from?

[Not complicated is one thing, but to be powerful enough to bring him somewhere without any apparent matching seal -- though perhaps that is what is concealed within the orb-things. The feeling is vastly different, but then again, this is apparently a vastly different world. He nods finally, accepting the explanation, and eyes the complicated rigging and its limited sight distance with suspicion.]

I came from the shop owned by someone named Margie. She was the one who got me here.

[He glances at the pale teenager with some disbelief.] And you? You're a pirate on this ship, then?

Oh her.

[Draco relaxes marginally. As far as he knows, she's one of the few people in this world who seems willing to help the newcomers.]

That's odd, you'd think she would've informed us ahead of time.

[He bristles at that disbelieving look, though even he's not sure if it's because he's insulted that the idea him being a pirate is so unbelievable, or because he's insulted that he's being accused of being a pirate at all.]

I'm...a crew member on this ship, though not necessarily by choice. And as we're sailing around without the proper papers, by default we're considered pirates. It's a rather bad deal all around.

[Interesting -- the name clearly inspires both confidence and relief. Something to note, though the shopkeeper had clearly been something less than pleased with him when she'd all but shoved him into the reverse-summons. How would she have informed this ship when they were out at sea, though? Some kind of Yamanaka-style jutsu?]

How would she have told you?

[The rest of that explanation only makes his frown deepen. Evidence is beginning to point to something at once detailed and large enough to be the Infinite Tsukuyomi and too illogical to be something dreamt up by one person at all, and a born shinobi no less.]

Why can't you get the needed papers?

The journals, of course.

[Draco holds up the one he'd just been flipping through minutes ago.]

You ought to have one, but I guess you haven't had a chance to look at it yet? That woman hadn't ever actually used it until...just today, actually. Something about renovations being done on Isla Empieza and the Navy setting up camp there.

[He shrugs, looking mostly unconcerned by whatever these reservations might be.]

As for the papers, I'm not sure what all is involved in the process, or who we're even to ask. But as the Naval force in this world doesn't seem too keen on us being here, I gather it's easier said than done.

What about the journals? [The book? It hadn't been anything other than a source of irritation when Sasuke had looked at it. From here it's clear that this boy's is considerably more written-in than Sasuke's was, but that doesn't help him.

It does help him that he seems to have no particular opinion on just how the supposed renovations had been done, assuming that was the euphemism she was using for the smouldering wreck of the town centre.]

You seem used to all this. Are you accustomed to this kind of thing?

[Gives an impatient sigh and rolls his eyes, but opens the journal for Sasuke to see.]

You write in them, see? And everyone who has one can read it.

[He turns to Miss Margie's entry.]

She just wrote this one not long ago, you'd think she could've bothered to mention she was tossing you our way.

Anyway, I've been here nearly two months now. Much as I'd rather not be used to it, I suppose I am a bit.

[That didn't make any kind of sense -- where would the ink come from, for one -- but when Sasuke pulls out his own journal, there are new entries in it as well, including an exact duplicate of the one that this pale boy just pointed out. When he looks more closely he can see replies to it as well, entire conversations.

He can also see that the woman at the store has not thrown his name to the wolves, as it were, which is as convenient as it is an irritating debt to owe.

He'll have to look through it more carefully later. For now, he snaps it shut and tucks it back into a pocket, glance returning to the boy with a frown.]

In all that time, you haven't found a way out?

[Draco smirks now, raising an eyebrow.]

Oh, there's a way out. Supposedly. You really didn't figure out much in town, did you?

[It's okay, Sasuke. Draco will hold your hand through this. 8D]

There's a ruby, or gem of some sort, that evidently has the power to get us home if you wish on it. Or some such rubbish. Only it's been smashed into a million pieces and we're to find them all, it's powerless unless it's whole.

[Gives an absent wave of his hand.]

It was all in some poem back in that town. On the fountain. Rebuild the gem and whatever you wish will be. Whether wealth, good fortune, or even the chance to flee. Something like that.

[Looks thoughtful.]

Then...some other line, words, words, words, strangers take care or be lost forever to Davy Jones' lair. I believe that's how it ended.

[No, he hadn't particularly managed to get much information in between burning down most of the town, but that doesn't seem to be something worth pointing out at this point. What the boy says tallies with what he'd heard from the blue-haired girl, though, and is more detailed beside -- though he has to hope a million is an exaggeration if anyone is expecting to successfully put it together.]

A poem ... [He blinks, then remembers the writing on the fountain before Susano'o had smashed it.] Ah. That poem.

Who is Davy Jones?

He was a pirate, I believe. I've heard the name before in my world, though only in stories. Evidently he was real here.

[Frowns a little.]

I don't know much about him, to be honest. I think he's dead? Though he still has some kind of control over this world. I heard he appeared as a green ghost to the first people who were brought here. Which is also his fault, by the way. That we're here at all.

[That makes the first real and willing pirate Sasuke's heard about here, though it's no more familiar. Still, he files the name away for reference.

The rest of what this boy says makes Sasuke file him away for reference in turn.]

You sound like you've been successful at getting information here. How long have you been in this world?

Two months, like I said. And I like to know things.

[Shrugs.]

It's really not too difficult to uncover most of this stuff, honestly.

[It's seemed so far that most choose to board a ship not long after arriving -- matching perhaps what the girl in the town had said about being unwelcome even without burning things down.]

It's surprising that this much information is readily available, but nobody knows anything about who is actually behind this.

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