[Video]
[Hey Ducks, look! It's a dimly lit bar!]
And what's your story?
My story? It's exactly the same as your story. I chased a man across the seven seas. The pursuit cost me my crew, my commission, and my life. [And James takes a swig of rum DIRECTLY FROM THE JUG. His wig isn't looking so good.]
Commodore?
No, not anymore, weren't you listening? I nearly had you all in Tripoli! I would have, if not for the hurricane.
Lord. You didn't try to sail through it?
So, do I make your crew or not? You haven't said where you're going. Somewhere nice? [C'mon, James, what did that table ever do to you?] Am I worthy to serve under Captain Jack Sparrow? Or should I just kill you now.
[Jack stops his daring Escape By Plant and grins cheerfully.] You're hired!
[And James cocks his pistol anyway.] Sorry. Old habits and all that.
[And the dimly lit and shady looking bar erupts into a massive brawl. No surprise. James is in the center of it, still chugging at his cask of rum, while Jack casually moseys his way on out, swapping hats as he goes. Over the din, the video picks up James's voice.]
Come on, then! Who wants some? Form an orderly line and I'll have you all one by one! Come on, who's first?!
[The video ends abruptly as a rather effeminate looking boy brings a wine bottle down on James's head, knocking him out cold.]
[OOC: Black is Gibbs, red is Jack, blue is James.
Or you could just watch it in French.]
And what's your story?
My story? It's exactly the same as your story. I chased a man across the seven seas. The pursuit cost me my crew, my commission, and my life. [And James takes a swig of rum DIRECTLY FROM THE JUG. His wig isn't looking so good.]
Commodore?
No, not anymore, weren't you listening? I nearly had you all in Tripoli! I would have, if not for the hurricane.
Lord. You didn't try to sail through it?
So, do I make your crew or not? You haven't said where you're going. Somewhere nice? [C'mon, James, what did that table ever do to you?] Am I worthy to serve under Captain Jack Sparrow? Or should I just kill you now.
[Jack stops his daring Escape By Plant and grins cheerfully.] You're hired!
[And James cocks his pistol anyway.] Sorry. Old habits and all that.
[And the dimly lit and shady looking bar erupts into a massive brawl. No surprise. James is in the center of it, still chugging at his cask of rum, while Jack casually moseys his way on out, swapping hats as he goes. Over the din, the video picks up James's voice.]
Come on, then! Who wants some? Form an orderly line and I'll have you all one by one! Come on, who's first?!
[The video ends abruptly as a rather effeminate looking boy brings a wine bottle down on James's head, knocking him out cold.]
[OOC: Black is Gibbs, red is Jack, blue is James.
Or you could just watch it in French.]