Sixth Tide Turning ☠ Voice | Action
[voice--attempted filter away from Jilly Coppercorn, Elizabeth Swann, Cordelia Chase, Nami, and Buffy Summers. Jack is not so very clever at filters.]
HOla: Captain Jack Sparrow, here, with an opportunity for all you crafty nimblefingered types out there. Perchance do any of you know the fine art of poppetry? I need five devilishly attractive and cuddlesome mes to be ready for Christmas, when they shall be presented to certain blithe wenches what are deserving of them.
[Because what would any of these women desire more on that magical Christmas Morning than a Captain Jack Sparrow rag doll? He's sailing a bit near the wind with this request, of course. Jack has had some recent problems with dolls. But these, he reasons, will not be enchanted voodoo horror versions of himself.
No. Just snugglebuggablies. That will be their purpose. Perfectly safe. Perfectly perfectly safe.]
Additionally, some of you might recall that last season my ice fairy, Cirno, made a passable skating rink down by the barracks. Seems to me we could do with another; by Community Bodybox Whatsit Number Two, methinks. Nearish the river. Many hands make light work, a stitch in time, beware the number eleven, et cetera. Sparrow out.
[This message is hardly an altruistic one. Buffy loves to skate; therefore, an ice rink is desirable. Utilitarian, really. Selfish.
Anyone who might be wandering by C2 will probably find Jack beginning work on this ice rink. Of course, without a fairy to help it is going to be laborious.
Later on, he will be sneaking in a window at House Seven. There is a magnificent portrait hanging in that home, you see, and Sparrow needs to make sure that it is being dutifully displayed to its best effect.]
HOla: Captain Jack Sparrow, here, with an opportunity for all you crafty nimblefingered types out there. Perchance do any of you know the fine art of poppetry? I need five devilishly attractive and cuddlesome mes to be ready for Christmas, when they shall be presented to certain blithe wenches what are deserving of them.
[Because what would any of these women desire more on that magical Christmas Morning than a Captain Jack Sparrow rag doll? He's sailing a bit near the wind with this request, of course. Jack has had some recent problems with dolls. But these, he reasons, will not be enchanted voodoo horror versions of himself.
No. Just snugglebuggablies. That will be their purpose. Perfectly safe. Perfectly perfectly safe.]
Additionally, some of you might recall that last season my ice fairy, Cirno, made a passable skating rink down by the barracks. Seems to me we could do with another; by Community Bodybox Whatsit Number Two, methinks. Nearish the river. Many hands make light work, a stitch in time, beware the number eleven, et cetera. Sparrow out.
[This message is hardly an altruistic one. Buffy loves to skate; therefore, an ice rink is desirable. Utilitarian, really. Selfish.
Anyone who might be wandering by C2 will probably find Jack beginning work on this ice rink. Of course, without a fairy to help it is going to be laborious.
Later on, he will be sneaking in a window at House Seven. There is a magnificent portrait hanging in that home, you see, and Sparrow needs to make sure that it is being dutifully displayed to its best effect.]