5 Fathoms Down ☠ [written] + [secret coded letter] + [marauding]
[Written]
Dearest Saintly Mistress Raine--would you object if I were to pursue objectives of a nefarious and or black-bladed nature? I am whole in body once again.
Your Servant
J. Sparrow
[/Written]
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[Secret Coded Letter]
Taichi, lad-- bugger your Plan for the present: have you got a suitably pointy one, and would you like to learn how to use it?
[/Secret Coded Letter]
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[Meanwhile, back at the former Cullen House, Inside Jack's Brain]
Well Jacky, it's nice you've come home to us at last, isn't it?
Oi! Home! Sparrow! Good lad!
But I don't want to be home, here. There's no bloody beds. Or heat. Or rum. And it smells like a poncing rent boy once dwelt here. Can't get the blasted odor out of the curtains for love or glory. Least that piano burned brightly last night.
No proper sport here, either. Too quiet by far, isn't it.
...What's wrong with your neck, Sparrow?
...NOTHING. Just. Marks, ones what he left behind is all.
Best put Luna's scarf round it, then, before you go off to kill the Figment and train the whelp.
Train the whelp! And kill the Figment!
But I don't want to kill the Figment! She's a very nice Figment of the politest and kindest figment-y nature.
'Cept when she's twirling your brain 'round the tips of her fingers, eh?
It's not her fault she's utterly barmy. I won't harm her, savvy?!
Won't let us alone, will she? All those questions. We're not willin' to share this lease on your consciousness, Jacky. Strap on your pistol and your sword, lad: we're sendin' us out by-and-by.
No!
Look, lad--just go out for a bit of fun. See how well we've mended up, test our skill. Pilfer something. ENJOY ourselves! All for the pleasure, eh? And bring back more rum. I need it.
Well....when I put it that way, it all seems rather like a lark, doesn't it? [Suspicious, though:] I won't make me kill the Figment? Not a killer, me.
Except for that one time. And that other time.
Of COURSE we'll not make us kill the Figment, Jacky! Now. Off we go, boy. Sword on. Coat wrapped tight. Steady on.
[/Inside Jack's Brain]
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Action! (Open to all)
[Jack Sparrow has been living in self-imposed exile at the old Cullen House for a couple of weeks, now. Apart from lurking around the village to ghost away supplies like food and rum, he has steered clear of civilization. The Fetches wanted it that way.
Now he's set to maraud again, though which Him you meet might be open to question. You might be accosted in the woods, or on the outskirts of the village, or by his favorite Marauding Spot: the bridge behind House 35.
If Taichi (and Taichi's mun lol) decides he wants to learn how to maraud, you may end up being accosted by the whelp as well. BE YE WARNED.]
Dearest Saintly Mistress Raine--would you object if I were to pursue objectives of a nefarious and or black-bladed nature? I am whole in body once again.
Your Servant
J. Sparrow
[/Written]
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[Secret Coded Letter]
Taichi, lad-- bugger your Plan for the present: have you got a suitably pointy one, and would you like to learn how to use it?
[/Secret Coded Letter]
**********
[Meanwhile, back at the former Cullen House, Inside Jack's Brain]
Well Jacky, it's nice you've come home to us at last, isn't it?
Oi! Home! Sparrow! Good lad!
But I don't want to be home, here. There's no bloody beds. Or heat. Or rum. And it smells like a poncing rent boy once dwelt here. Can't get the blasted odor out of the curtains for love or glory. Least that piano burned brightly last night.
No proper sport here, either. Too quiet by far, isn't it.
...What's wrong with your neck, Sparrow?
...NOTHING. Just. Marks, ones what he left behind is all.
Best put Luna's scarf round it, then, before you go off to kill the Figment and train the whelp.
Train the whelp! And kill the Figment!
But I don't want to kill the Figment! She's a very nice Figment of the politest and kindest figment-y nature.
'Cept when she's twirling your brain 'round the tips of her fingers, eh?
It's not her fault she's utterly barmy. I won't harm her, savvy?!
Won't let us alone, will she? All those questions. We're not willin' to share this lease on your consciousness, Jacky. Strap on your pistol and your sword, lad: we're sendin' us out by-and-by.
No!
Look, lad--just go out for a bit of fun. See how well we've mended up, test our skill. Pilfer something. ENJOY ourselves! All for the pleasure, eh? And bring back more rum. I need it.
Well....when I put it that way, it all seems rather like a lark, doesn't it? [Suspicious, though:] I won't make me kill the Figment? Not a killer, me.
Except for that one time. And that other time.
Of COURSE we'll not make us kill the Figment, Jacky! Now. Off we go, boy. Sword on. Coat wrapped tight. Steady on.
[/Inside Jack's Brain]
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Action! (Open to all)
[Jack Sparrow has been living in self-imposed exile at the old Cullen House for a couple of weeks, now. Apart from lurking around the village to ghost away supplies like food and rum, he has steered clear of civilization. The Fetches wanted it that way.
Now he's set to maraud again, though which Him you meet might be open to question. You might be accosted in the woods, or on the outskirts of the village, or by his favorite Marauding Spot: the bridge behind House 35.
If Taichi (and Taichi's mun lol) decides he wants to learn how to maraud, you may end up being accosted by the whelp as well. BE YE WARNED.]