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It was now a hassle, just getting to the Bar. Oh, he understood that Barbossa was not one to trifle with, but it's still not precisely fun to need a raft to get back and forth to land. And to top it all off, there's nary a morsel of food on the ship now. Save for an apple that Gibbs picked last week. He takes the apple, pockets it, and heads ashore...
He finishes the last bite of apple and tosses the core aside as he enters the room. And then notices where he is. It doesn't look familiar. Too well lit for a tavern in Port Royal. And that's not the only thing wrong.
"Where's my uniform?" Just how drunk did he get last night? Why does he has a pistol? "Norrington is not going to be happy." He looks around, feeling lost.
He finishes the last bite of apple and tosses the core aside as he enters the room. And then notices where he is. It doesn't look familiar. Too well lit for a tavern in Port Royal. And that's not the only thing wrong.
"Where's my uniform?" Just how drunk did he get last night? Why does he has a pistol? "Norrington is not going to be happy." He looks around, feeling lost.