5 Fathoms Down ☠ [written] + [secret coded letter] + [marauding]

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[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

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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

Comments

[cuttingedges]

[There happens to be a tall, dark, and possibly handsome man approaching the bridge, wearing a ludicrously styled jacket. He's carrying a few bags; one looks to be full of bottles of some kind, and there's definitely books in another. It seems that he's currently unaware of any pirates in the vicinity. :|a]

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[Tall? Dark? Handsome? Sparrow cares not for these things at all. Bottles, though? Bottles are good. There might be rum in those bottles.]

Pardon me, good sir, but might those be bottles?

[cuttingedges]

...Yes. [mr. sparrow your eyesight is clearly unmatched.]

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And might there be anything of a rum-ish nature in those bottles, old chap?

[cuttingedges]

[icon keyword actually relevant. Who on earth is this man and why is he stopping Kriz?]

No.

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Well that's no use at all, is it? What's the good of walking about in a rather ludicrously-styled coat with bottles not full of rum? What, I ask?

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What is in them?

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[He just takes one and holds it up for this strange man to see. It's some kind of sports drink - think Gatorade and the like - that Jack most likely hasn't seen before. Maybe.]

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Well that looks just awful! Like if you took absinthe and added pig's urine. Is it highly intoxicating?

[cuttingedges]

[oh no you did NOT just mock this man's precious sports drinks.]

Try it and see. [You know that bottle he was just holding out? It's now approaching your head at high speed, Mr. Sparrow. At least it's only plastic. :|b]

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[Luckily Sparrow is used to bottles flying toward his head and dodges.] Well that's not very neighborly of you!

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[Says the man who's far too curious about what Kriz has on him.]

Why are you here?

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I like this bridge! Why are you here?

[cuttingedges]

[It sounds a fair bit like he's holding something back when he speaks.]

I am trying to get some extra exercise. [By taking the scenic and piratey route home, evidently.]

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Ah.

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Why? [The pirate folds his arms and settles against the bridge railing, apparently terrifically engrossed in the story of why one would want to get extra exercise in Luceti.]

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There are many threats - [pointed glare at Jack] - in this place. Would it not make sense to stay in peak physical condition in order to prepare?

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Or, one could simply get blind drunk and let the threats rush past him whilst he slumps beneath the bartop?