In which our intrepid hero finds himself...

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Characters: Leroy Jethro Gibbs lrjthrgibbs and OPEN!
Location: Deck Five
Date: His first day on the Elegante
Rating: PG-13, since Jethro has a potty mouth
Warnings: Cursing...and that's it

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[leastof2weevils]

Jack, a new arrival himself, was wandering down the hall, messing with his new communicator and swearing softly under his breath. This device was strange, to say the least, and he still hadn't completely gotten the hang of it.

The man grumbled and finally looked up from it. Maybe giving it a rest for now would do him some good.

He spotted Gibbs as soon as his eyes were off the comm. Another person: he looked normal enough, right?

"Sir! Hello?" he called, more than a question than a greeting.

[lrjthrgibbs]

Gibbs turned when he heard the voice and stared at the man in odd attire. It was an old fashioned naval outfit, something re remembered from high school history and the Naval History Museum. He had taken Kelly, long ago, when she was curious about what the Marines were. His suit pocket felt oddly heavy, and he pulled out something. It looked like a cell phone, like the kind of phone McGee had, but not quite. "Yeah?"

[leastof2weevils]

"Have you any idea where the captain of this ship is?" he asked, stuffing the comm in a pocket. "I'd like to speak to him."

He clenched a fist. "I would like to go home."

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"You and me both," he grumbled. "I just got here. I don't know who the captain of this ship is." All he knew was that he would also like to have a word or two with him as well. He felt like he could trust this man, even though he had met a long line of bastards and dirtbags while working for NCIS. "Jethro Gibbs, Naval Criminal Investigative Service."

[leastof2weevils]

Damn. Jack had been hoping to speak to someone in person about the Elegante, instead of...the voices on the machine he'd apparently been given.

"Captain Jack Aubrey, of the Royal Navy. A pleasure, Mr. Gibbs," he replied. "All that I've been informed of thus far is that the ship we are on is called the Elegante and we have been brought here by a Captain Redd." His expression darkened. "As for the reason, I'm completely dished."

[lrjthrgibbs]

So, this man was with the Royal Navy. Interesting. If he ever found his way back to DC, he would definitely make time to have Ducky tell him all about the Royal Navy. Well, if Ducky was alive if he managed to get back. "I just got here myself, Captain. I've never met the captain of this ship." He knew he could trust his gut regarding this man, and his gut was telling him that he was a good man.

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He exhaled. It seemed that he wasn't the only unlucky one here today.

"It seems we shall be suffering together, Mr. Gibbs...If what I assume is correct, where one appears is to be their quarters upon the Elegante. Are you on this deck?"

"And," he added, recalling his own experience, "there is also a key." He reached into a pocket and pulled it out--a little piece of white plastic with a black stripe. "It is likely for our rooms, though I haven't an idea of how to use it..."

He had, after all, only encountered metal keys and locks thus far.

[lrjthrgibbs]

He reached into his suit pocket and felt the heavy weight of a cell phone-like device and pulled int out with a look of distaste on his face. This wasn't like the cell phone he had back home. This one had a few too many buttons. He also pulled out a keycard, and he grumbled. He didn't like this either, but he knew he'd have an easier time with it.

"This is easy." He noticed the slot on the doorknob and slid his keycard in, waited a moment, and turned the knob. He peered into his quarters and saw that they were actually better than most of his quarters with the military. It was as spacious as a cruise ship's quarters, which surprised him.

[leastof2weevils]

Jack watched with wide eyes, head tilted slightly.

"Ah, so that's how it is done!" he said, smiling. "My quarters are just like this; I am down the hall." He gestured toward it with a nod.