001 [open-action]
His nose twitches. There was the distinct lack of ocean spray in the air. For that matter, there was a distinct lack of motion indicating he was still aboard his vessel as well. Startled eyes open wide and it so happens to be a stone ceiling staring back at him instead of the open sky. The first thought to run through his mind was - jailed.
Again.
But how?
Sitting up on the bed, he peers around. Noticing the door with the key in it first and foremost. Second, he had all of his affects upon his person. There was a book on the table, and that concluded the details of the room. He makes a beeline for the door with the key. Finding the door open was yet another surprise.
“ Well that's bloody convenient.”
Drawing his blade, he opens the door wider and peeks out, looking down both ends of the hallway. So far they seem empty but, how much longer? Jack feels a chill creep up upon him, it was cold here too. Another thing to add to his list of what was wrong with this picture; stone walls, open doors and a complete lack of memory of how he got here. He hadn't been quite -that- drunk. At least, he didn't think so.
Where was 'here' anyways?
Making a guess he heads down the right hand side quickly, looking for an exit.
((ooc: won't you come and scare the crap out of greet the good captain? ))