The Docks [early evening]
Jack had traded the radio station away for a bottle of rum and was now aboard someone else's his ship because finders keepers, staring off into the sunset.
"Hoist the mainsail!" he barked to his crew of three furry squirrels, who promptly ignored him. "Haul anchor!" He smiled softly. "Bring me that horizon."
Five minutes later, when he realized he wasn't moving from the docks, he did the hauling and hoisting himself and set off for seas unexplored.
[OOC: And that's it for the pirate. Aww. Bye, Jack!]
"Hoist the mainsail!" he barked to his crew of three furry squirrels, who promptly ignored him. "Haul anchor!" He smiled softly. "Bring me that horizon."
Five minutes later, when he realized he wasn't moving from the docks, he did the hauling and hoisting himself and set off for seas unexplored.
[OOC: And that's it for the pirate. Aww. Bye, Jack!]