015 ♚ [action, above ground mingle] Pirates love their firelight.

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[The night has crept in, and the darkness is everywhere, pressing around the huddled teachers like an impending liquid menace.  There was a heaviness, a stillness to the room that quivered, and the silence was deafening.

Elizabeth Swann would have no such thing.

Gathering all of the leftover lanterns, she made a cluster of them, their glows faint,

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someone slap Barbossa and make him less boring

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[Barbossa had been hanging at the periphery for a while, unusually quiet and sullen. After the barrier had been breached he didn't seem to be acting much different than "unnecessarily depressing". He's mostly just wandering, listless like a zombie, though there is a spooky, empty quality to his eyes and he doesn't seem to be oriented anywhere in the present.

In fact, internally he was absolutely roiling, shut down by a constant replay of voices and occasionally, faces peering at him from dark corners. It seemed the oppressive silence itself was accusing him and all of his myriad betrayals would find him right there and tear him to pieces.

Every so often, he presses the palm of his hand to his chest and grimaces.

After a while, he gravitates to Liz's hopeful little "campfire", providing a little respite from the darkness. It's her singing that finally gets him though, the tune seems a little familiar.
Heavy boots dragging, he moves closer to her and huddles down nearby, staring into the lanterns and drinking from his own small flask.]

BARBOSSA IS AWESOME (even if he is a lurker)

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[While Elizabeth sang, she could not mistake the thump of boots, the swagger hobble that no one but a pirate could possess. As she caught sight of Barbossa, gravitating toward her makeshift camp, she grinned. Ahh, another drinker.

Raising her bottle, she gave him a single nod. A bow, if you will, to a fellow pirate. A sea vagrant, holed up here against the dark.

She continued to sing, hoping the sound of her own voice would be strong enough to bar out the sound of another....]