The Crow's Nest [early evening]
This had not, Barbossa decided as he frantically packed, been his best plan.
Sure, that necklace on special exhibit at the Santorini Archaeological Museum had belonged to him.
You know, at some point. When he'd won it from that guy--Xerxes, was it?--in a card game in Singapore a few centuries back. And yes, he had been far too responsible recently, running a respectable (...ish) business, even beginning to think about paying his broadcasters.
Or unlocking the booze cabinet, which he saw as the same thing.
But noooooo, he had to listen to the stupid part of his brain (the bit that sounded entirely too much like Jack Sparrow) and nick the damn bauble. And there had been alarms, and children staring, and men in uniform chasing him (that part, at least, had been familiar), and Barbossa wasn't sure if the barrier around the island would hold back law enforcement types and wasn't very keen on finding out.
So after checking his seabag to make sure he'd grabbed the essentials--necklace, cash, rum, fake ID (he thought he'd make a terrific "Barney Stinson")--he jotted off a quick note.
Jaye-wench:
Had t' leave town all sudden-like. Congratulations on yer new summer job. Here be the keys t' the good liquor. Back when the law stop following me I fleece th' necklace I can.
--Barbossa Barney Stinson. Aye. Barney.
He tossed the keys into an envelope, dropped the whole thing into the mail to be delivered in LA, and was fleeing the island in a commandeered jet ski ten minutes later.
[OOC: ...and 'bossa's gone for the summer. Silly pirate.]
Sure, that necklace on special exhibit at the Santorini Archaeological Museum had belonged to him.
You know, at some point. When he'd won it from that guy--Xerxes, was it?--in a card game in Singapore a few centuries back. And yes, he had been far too responsible recently, running a respectable (...ish) business, even beginning to think about paying his broadcasters.
Or unlocking the booze cabinet, which he saw as the same thing.
But noooooo, he had to listen to the stupid part of his brain (the bit that sounded entirely too much like Jack Sparrow) and nick the damn bauble. And there had been alarms, and children staring, and men in uniform chasing him (that part, at least, had been familiar), and Barbossa wasn't sure if the barrier around the island would hold back law enforcement types and wasn't very keen on finding out.
So after checking his seabag to make sure he'd grabbed the essentials--necklace, cash, rum, fake ID (he thought he'd make a terrific "Barney Stinson")--he jotted off a quick note.
Jaye-wench:
Had t' leave town all sudden-like. Congratulations on yer new summer job. Here be the keys t' the good liquor. Back when the law stop following me I fleece th' necklace I can.
--Barbossa Barney Stinson. Aye. Barney.
He tossed the keys into an envelope, dropped the whole thing into the mail to be delivered in LA, and was fleeing the island in a commandeered jet ski ten minutes later.
[OOC: ...and 'bossa's gone for the summer. Silly pirate.]