Chase -- Hollow Bastion [Open]

[findredemption]

It shouldn't have come as a surprise that one member of their 'crew' was already making another attempt to give them all the slip. As he turned his attention away from the sky to glance at Elizabeth and the others now that everyone was assembling outside, Norrington noticed that a certain pirate seemed to be in the process of putting as much space

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[findredemption]

Norrington stopped a few steps away from Jack, watching the pirate turn around to face him. He didn't have the patience for Jack's roundabout answer to a question he hadn't been expecting to gain any valid sort of information anyway. It seemed clear that the pirate's only intention was to get as far away as he could manage, now that the perfect opportunity had presented itself. Apparently they were no longer even in their own world, after all.

Why had they come all the way out here, then, if the chances of actually finding what they sought were doubtful? Each of their individual goals overlapped enough, or so it seemed, for them to agree to it in the first place, but in spite of leaving Port Royal and landing here, in Hollow Bastion, they were no closer to anything than they had been before. Instead, it was back to chasing Jack Sparrow - and in pursuit of something that, in the end, might not exist at all.

But, at the very least, the pirate wouldn't find it so easy to escape. This place was just as unfamiliar to him as it was to the rest of them. Where could he go, without a ship? That made it much less of a problem. It was in his own best interests not to disappear somewhere.

Norrington shook his head. "Will it be necessary to remind you not to place too many steps between yourself and the ship in your eagerness to explore and be free, Mister Sparrow?" he asked, lifting an eyebrow.

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He answered promptly, "Yes." But quickly changed his answer, "No." After a visual fit of pondering the question he changed his answer to what he thought sir Norrington here might be looking for, "Perhaps not definitely maybe certainly yes." In all actuality, he couldn't leave without one of those flying ships, they both knew that. The odds of only one person having a ship that flew in a place where there seemed to have been docks of ships was rather low. If the pirate had been able to pass himself off as a deck handler to the not-quite-Frenchman, he could do so once again in this world.

There was no time to ponder answers of ye or nay. With a skree, the money which perched on Jack's head pilfered the humans tricorn hat and darted off further into the marketplace with the brown hat in its mits. Jack didn't waste a moments glance to the former bluecoat (now more so..."muddycoat") before darting off, "Me hat!" A pirate being pirated was the most disgraceful thing!