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((Jack in his search for supplies, has gone to rendevous with Chiana and Xev at their little nook in Silent Hill. Which is not easy to find unless one knows what they're looking for. This said, this post is kindasorta Private to Xev and Chiana as no one else would hear the voice post it entails, but since there are forces out there spying who have probably picked up said transmission, and I know some of you have OOC inquired how I worked this loophole, here is the story...))
Lovely little layout you've got here, ladies.
Who'd have thought of such a clever lil thing? Well, save you two, of course.
Now, gather round, and I'll tell you a tale as been goin' about m'head for some time now. It's true of course... 'cepting the embellishments, I s'pose.
Our little...what's her name then? Heather? Hoa? Whatever it is she's callin' herself these days. gets it in her head to go build a door for the god Squirtlcthulli, or whatever it wos... Squirtlcthulli. sounds kinda Aztec, don't it ladies? Did I ever tell ye the tale when I was sailing in search of Aztec gold?
Some other time then? get to the point?
Alright then. Anyway, girl's gone and done this thing, and that...you know that vampire woman? D'Namouh? What I been hanging about with? Well, yeh, she does bite. Now wait a minute, yannow, biting's not all bad, it depends who's doing the bitin' and where yannow.
She goes, and she decides she's goin' home and what with me not about t'leave a distressin' damsel, I mean, er, damsel in distress on her onesies, I decide to tag along. Alright, well, she dragged me along, but point is!
Damn. Forgotten what my point is. Chiana, could ye fetch me up some more of that tasty libation? That'll do.
Now, where was I?
Was precisely what i was askin' meself when we got there. Woman tells me it's Virginia...but insofar as I know about the Colonies, and I have sailed far and wide, ladies, I know a little something about the Colonies! This weren't no Virginia known to me.
Anyway, long story short we took this wheeled contrivance to a house out more or less the middle of nowhere, and she went and for no reason known to myself killed absolutely everyone inside of it. Man, woman and child, as I recollect.
And recollect it well I do, cos next I know she's gone and scarpered, and I'm left for th'authorities to pick up and blame.
Well, they took m'clothes, cut m'hair, and in time brought me to this building which I suppose passed for a court. Let's face it, m'girls. Then or now, Justice ain't never been once done in any of the times I been up in one o' them things, and not just cos I'm a pirate, I reckon.
Off to a cell. Not as bad as it could be, I suppose. Two hots and a cot, as the other lads in were fond of sayin'; we had run of a yard at times, and a room with this lil screen whot showed us pictures of the outside world.
I got into some interestin' wagers therein. Made a few friends, made a few enemies... met many a good man, and fought just as many as well.
I must have been there...felt years. I was only but gone a few days though, wasn't I? Time is funny here.
Weren't so funny there tho. Servin' it, I mean.
Odd thing- they said what after m'heinous and cruel crimes which I did NOT! as I told ye! actually do- they said they was gonna put me to death. What was I to do, complain of it? These murderers most foul and black of heart I did not commit but as I said, when a man is a pirate he's not about to worry about the details, as the judge certainly ain't gonna argue trifles.
These might not have been my crimes, but I done plenty I'd walked free for til now.
Still. Told me I was a goner, and still they did not kill me, as if they had I might not be standing before ye now.
After a bit of time in them cells, people get to thinkin' of em as home, yannow? Some even got people outside what visit them, bring them things...them things get bartered, gambled off, traded and stole in time.
I acquired many a little pretty to adorn m'cell, if you know what I mean. Collecting trinkets is sort of what you'd call my specialty, ya see.
All the while? Traces of hmm...something. Dunno what you'd call it. Weirdness. Stuff what's bad like this place, only worse.
Inmates gettin' slaughtered in their cells only no one in, no one out the whole while. Nightmares. Even I got to seein' some of this stuff m'self. I'll... let's not go into it, hey?
One night. I'm up there lyin' on m'bunk thinking about everything and nothing, I suppose. I notice m' picture's gone sidelong. I did mention I had a picture on my wall, yes? Lovely thing. Titles 'Boats of the Spanish Main'.
Well, there wasn't so much boats in it as ships, but I spose the artist had his heart in the right place... so, right. My picture's hung a bit off. Well, alright. Sorry, but I've a bit of an eye for things looking right, so what's but to go and straighten it.
Lay back down. That's that, right?
Wrong.
I want you... can you picture this, ladies? Man on his cot, there, right? Picture on the wall, there right? By all this you're gettin'- it's over my head, as it were.
So it's all manner of odd water starts to drip upon me.
So far as I know, all the water's run in through these pipes under the cells. I got a sink. I got a place for doing... well, you know what people do on account of eatin' not to be rude or anything. One of those. Toilets. I've got. Nowhere NEAR to m'bed, these or the pipes neither.
So...water.
Next I look, the pictures gone sidelong again, so up I goes, and straightens it. Not standing this time...I just reach up for 'er. More water. Whole faceful of it this time.
I've had my share of this weirdness now, so I go to take the picture down.
As I tilted it, a whole wash of it come out somehow. I can't explain why, and i've no idea how, all I know is my cell is filling up, and I've always thought drowning was sort of a far too poetic way to die, especially as when one's landlocked, and nowhere near the sea.
"Help!" I says, but of course no one's going to come- the other inmates is locked in, and the guards bloody hate me! So if I'm to die of terminal weirdness, it's all the more to it, and just as well.
Of a sudden this horrible... terrible...horrible... ugly hag of a monstrous girl appears. Alright, so she wasn't all that bad, but she's scared me right half to death.
Hello, she says to me, and I figure out that this must be one of those sea witches, or Nipponese water demons, or suchlike.
Exactly the sort of thing one doesn't want round them, especially at times like this.
So I said "Hello," cos it'd be rude not to after she's made her way here and what have you, and then I go back to my absolutely soggy bunk and turn my back to her, in hopes she'll have the hint and go away.
But she doesn't.
I turn around, and there she still is, in my drippy cell, which I've no way of sleeping in now, thanks. You're Jack Sparrow, she says to me, and before I can stop m'self I'm out with it, "Captain Jack Sparrow," because, well, I am, ship bein' present or not.
I realize maybe I've been somewhat hasty as I've no idea what she wants from me, and I added, "I might be. Captain Jack Sparrow, that is. As I've no idea what ye want from him, and I'm pretty sure, as a esteemed colleague of the Cap'n, sure that he does not know you, s'a fair bet he might not necessar'ly want to see you lest he know what this is about. So...give."
Lady doesn't get it, so I reiterate. "What do you want?"
Well! She tells me that she knows all about the stuff back there what I mentioned earlier and that you lot, havin' been in Silent Hill the whole while, probably already know, and morever, tells me she had heard about me plight and decided to come fetch me out my cell, and take me back to Silent Hill.
Now before ye start goin, 'oh, that's how ya got back', consider, there's more to this than that. Put yourself, if you will in my most carefully crafted and rather stylish boots (what I won in a game of cards I shall tell you about another time...) I am. Of course. More or less sentenced to die, but until such time have this most spacious and interestin' cell to m'self (on account of most the other lads bein' scared of me by then). And Silent Hill, well! Not only is the vampire what left me to this fate probably back there already and havin' a lovely time of it, but there's all matter of monsters and nasties there last time I looked (and still are now, as I'd figured.)
"Well," I says, "I've considered your unusual and most interestin' proposition, and found it wanting. There's not as much personal gain therein as a man of my standing might like. What I'm trying to ask ye, see (this said, as she was not getting my question)- what's in this for me? Besides my freedom which, as you intend to take me back to a town where in fact no one is free, means such is a bit moot, as I would still be imprisoned, just in a larger more dangerous cell."
And so she told me, and so I returned.
And that's my tale.
Oh, hmm? What? What'd she tell me?
Well. A man's got to keep some secrets, doesn't he?
Pass the rum, if you'd be so kind.
Lovely little layout you've got here, ladies.
Who'd have thought of such a clever lil thing? Well, save you two, of course.
Now, gather round, and I'll tell you a tale as been goin' about m'head for some time now. It's true of course... 'cepting the embellishments, I s'pose.
Our little...what's her name then? Heather? Hoa? Whatever it is she's callin' herself these days. gets it in her head to go build a door for the god Squirtlcthulli, or whatever it wos... Squirtlcthulli. sounds kinda Aztec, don't it ladies? Did I ever tell ye the tale when I was sailing in search of Aztec gold?
Some other time then? get to the point?
Alright then. Anyway, girl's gone and done this thing, and that...you know that vampire woman? D'Namouh? What I been hanging about with? Well, yeh, she does bite. Now wait a minute, yannow, biting's not all bad, it depends who's doing the bitin' and where yannow.
She goes, and she decides she's goin' home and what with me not about t'leave a distressin' damsel, I mean, er, damsel in distress on her onesies, I decide to tag along. Alright, well, she dragged me along, but point is!
Damn. Forgotten what my point is. Chiana, could ye fetch me up some more of that tasty libation? That'll do.
Now, where was I?
Was precisely what i was askin' meself when we got there. Woman tells me it's Virginia...but insofar as I know about the Colonies, and I have sailed far and wide, ladies, I know a little something about the Colonies! This weren't no Virginia known to me.
Anyway, long story short we took this wheeled contrivance to a house out more or less the middle of nowhere, and she went and for no reason known to myself killed absolutely everyone inside of it. Man, woman and child, as I recollect.
And recollect it well I do, cos next I know she's gone and scarpered, and I'm left for th'authorities to pick up and blame.
Well, they took m'clothes, cut m'hair, and in time brought me to this building which I suppose passed for a court. Let's face it, m'girls. Then or now, Justice ain't never been once done in any of the times I been up in one o' them things, and not just cos I'm a pirate, I reckon.
Off to a cell. Not as bad as it could be, I suppose. Two hots and a cot, as the other lads in were fond of sayin'; we had run of a yard at times, and a room with this lil screen whot showed us pictures of the outside world.
I got into some interestin' wagers therein. Made a few friends, made a few enemies... met many a good man, and fought just as many as well.
I must have been there...felt years. I was only but gone a few days though, wasn't I? Time is funny here.
Weren't so funny there tho. Servin' it, I mean.
Odd thing- they said what after m'heinous and cruel crimes which I did NOT! as I told ye! actually do- they said they was gonna put me to death. What was I to do, complain of it? These murderers most foul and black of heart I did not commit but as I said, when a man is a pirate he's not about to worry about the details, as the judge certainly ain't gonna argue trifles.
These might not have been my crimes, but I done plenty I'd walked free for til now.
Still. Told me I was a goner, and still they did not kill me, as if they had I might not be standing before ye now.
After a bit of time in them cells, people get to thinkin' of em as home, yannow? Some even got people outside what visit them, bring them things...them things get bartered, gambled off, traded and stole in time.
I acquired many a little pretty to adorn m'cell, if you know what I mean. Collecting trinkets is sort of what you'd call my specialty, ya see.
All the while? Traces of hmm...something. Dunno what you'd call it. Weirdness. Stuff what's bad like this place, only worse.
Inmates gettin' slaughtered in their cells only no one in, no one out the whole while. Nightmares. Even I got to seein' some of this stuff m'self. I'll... let's not go into it, hey?
One night. I'm up there lyin' on m'bunk thinking about everything and nothing, I suppose. I notice m' picture's gone sidelong. I did mention I had a picture on my wall, yes? Lovely thing. Titles 'Boats of the Spanish Main'.
Well, there wasn't so much boats in it as ships, but I spose the artist had his heart in the right place... so, right. My picture's hung a bit off. Well, alright. Sorry, but I've a bit of an eye for things looking right, so what's but to go and straighten it.
Lay back down. That's that, right?
Wrong.
I want you... can you picture this, ladies? Man on his cot, there, right? Picture on the wall, there right? By all this you're gettin'- it's over my head, as it were.
So it's all manner of odd water starts to drip upon me.
So far as I know, all the water's run in through these pipes under the cells. I got a sink. I got a place for doing... well, you know what people do on account of eatin' not to be rude or anything. One of those. Toilets. I've got. Nowhere NEAR to m'bed, these or the pipes neither.
So...water.
Next I look, the pictures gone sidelong again, so up I goes, and straightens it. Not standing this time...I just reach up for 'er. More water. Whole faceful of it this time.
I've had my share of this weirdness now, so I go to take the picture down.
As I tilted it, a whole wash of it come out somehow. I can't explain why, and i've no idea how, all I know is my cell is filling up, and I've always thought drowning was sort of a far too poetic way to die, especially as when one's landlocked, and nowhere near the sea.
"Help!" I says, but of course no one's going to come- the other inmates is locked in, and the guards bloody hate me! So if I'm to die of terminal weirdness, it's all the more to it, and just as well.
Of a sudden this horrible... terrible...horrible... ugly hag of a monstrous girl appears. Alright, so she wasn't all that bad, but she's scared me right half to death.
Hello, she says to me, and I figure out that this must be one of those sea witches, or Nipponese water demons, or suchlike.
Exactly the sort of thing one doesn't want round them, especially at times like this.
So I said "Hello," cos it'd be rude not to after she's made her way here and what have you, and then I go back to my absolutely soggy bunk and turn my back to her, in hopes she'll have the hint and go away.
But she doesn't.
I turn around, and there she still is, in my drippy cell, which I've no way of sleeping in now, thanks. You're Jack Sparrow, she says to me, and before I can stop m'self I'm out with it, "Captain Jack Sparrow," because, well, I am, ship bein' present or not.
I realize maybe I've been somewhat hasty as I've no idea what she wants from me, and I added, "I might be. Captain Jack Sparrow, that is. As I've no idea what ye want from him, and I'm pretty sure, as a esteemed colleague of the Cap'n, sure that he does not know you, s'a fair bet he might not necessar'ly want to see you lest he know what this is about. So...give."
Lady doesn't get it, so I reiterate. "What do you want?"
Well! She tells me that she knows all about the stuff back there what I mentioned earlier and that you lot, havin' been in Silent Hill the whole while, probably already know, and morever, tells me she had heard about me plight and decided to come fetch me out my cell, and take me back to Silent Hill.
Now before ye start goin, 'oh, that's how ya got back', consider, there's more to this than that. Put yourself, if you will in my most carefully crafted and rather stylish boots (what I won in a game of cards I shall tell you about another time...) I am. Of course. More or less sentenced to die, but until such time have this most spacious and interestin' cell to m'self (on account of most the other lads bein' scared of me by then). And Silent Hill, well! Not only is the vampire what left me to this fate probably back there already and havin' a lovely time of it, but there's all matter of monsters and nasties there last time I looked (and still are now, as I'd figured.)
"Well," I says, "I've considered your unusual and most interestin' proposition, and found it wanting. There's not as much personal gain therein as a man of my standing might like. What I'm trying to ask ye, see (this said, as she was not getting my question)- what's in this for me? Besides my freedom which, as you intend to take me back to a town where in fact no one is free, means such is a bit moot, as I would still be imprisoned, just in a larger more dangerous cell."
And so she told me, and so I returned.
And that's my tale.
Oh, hmm? What? What'd she tell me?
Well. A man's got to keep some secrets, doesn't he?
Pass the rum, if you'd be so kind.