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entranceway2015-03-17 04:40 pm
pistolproof) wrote in entranceway2015-03-17 04:40 pm
Captain's Log 001 [ Video / Action ]
[ Jack doesn't know where he is.
This would be much more alarming if it didn't happen on a semi-regular basis.
Last he remembers, he was standing on a dock in Tortuga, watching Hector Barbossa sail away with his ship for the third time, that bastard. But between one blink and the other, he was suddenly standing in the middle of some hedge maze with no idea how he got here.
It doesn't take him long to navigate his way out of the maze and to begin taking a look at his surroundings. He spends some time walking along the boundaries of he mansion, from the gardens to the docks to the pool before navigating the mansion itself. He ends up in a kitchen -- more specifically, the kitchen cabinets.
When the feed starts, Jack is standing at counter, with around twenty or more bottles of rum piled up next to him. If you're assuming he opened the cabinet, took out a bottle of rum, closed it, opened it, found another bottle, over and over and over again, you would be correct. ]
This's some sorta witchcraft, aye? Magic. Voodoo. [ His eyes grow wide before he narrows them. ] It ain't gonna be poisoned if I drink it, is it?
Or cursed? [ He frowns. He's had quite enough of curses for one lifetime. ] I don't like curses.
[ Or! Feel free to slam into him while he's wandering around the mansion. Anywhere and everywhere is free game. ]
This would be much more alarming if it didn't happen on a semi-regular basis.
Last he remembers, he was standing on a dock in Tortuga, watching Hector Barbossa sail away with his ship for the third time, that bastard. But between one blink and the other, he was suddenly standing in the middle of some hedge maze with no idea how he got here.
It doesn't take him long to navigate his way out of the maze and to begin taking a look at his surroundings. He spends some time walking along the boundaries of he mansion, from the gardens to the docks to the pool before navigating the mansion itself. He ends up in a kitchen -- more specifically, the kitchen cabinets.
When the feed starts, Jack is standing at counter, with around twenty or more bottles of rum piled up next to him. If you're assuming he opened the cabinet, took out a bottle of rum, closed it, opened it, found another bottle, over and over and over again, you would be correct. ]
This's some sorta witchcraft, aye? Magic. Voodoo. [ His eyes grow wide before he narrows them. ] It ain't gonna be poisoned if I drink it, is it?
Or cursed? [ He frowns. He's had quite enough of curses for one lifetime. ] I don't like curses.
[ Or! Feel free to slam into him while he's wandering around the mansion. Anywhere and everywhere is free game. ]