001 }{ i learned it while skipping school
There is a loud peal of warbling screaming as a man appears out of the sky and hurtles toward the water, flipping head-to-bottom a few times before making impact with a loud splash. A few minutes later, Jack Sparrow pulls himself out of the ocean and onto the beach, pulling his leather hat from his head and dumping salt water out of it and plucking a long strand of sea vegetation off of its surface, before placing it back on his head and pressing it down with a squish. He stares into the distance for a moment with neutral, squinting eyes, surrounded by dark kohl; after a moment, his face grows white and pained and the eyes widen, as if he might begin to panic despite the quiet surroundings, for some reason only in his head, but the expression flutters away as soon as it begins, transient, to be replaced by downturned lips under a dripping black moustache and one cocked eyebrow, intrigued but wary.
He turns to stare over his shoulder and, not seeing what he wants to see anywhere on the water's horizon, makes a disgruntled, strangled noise before shrugging and trudging off. He walks for a good five minutes away from the beach area, leather boots making wet, squelching noises for the entire time as more of the salt water and bits of sand flow out of the tops of them, joining the water trail dripping from his slowly drying layers of clothing.
Abruptly, he stops, eyes narrowing again. Raising a palm to press against his mouth, a worried expression with an overtone of curiosity which rests well on the cheerful ataraxy of lupine features, he looks to his left, to his right.
Jack pauses again.
He looks over his shoulder. Above his head. Between his legs. Before, finally, as the actions become more and more confused and frenzied, he realizes the source of the whispering, indistinct sounds of human voices is in his own jacket pocket. Fishing into it, he pulls the network communication device out and stares at it for twenty seconds. It chirps in its tinny voice again, and Jack pulls away with a wrinkled nose, disturbed and surprised. Shrugging, he smells it, and then licks it.
This time he can hear the actual words of a conversation on the other end, and his face breaks into a not very quiet expression of smirking victory.
"Oh. Hello, little box. Are you speaking to me? And if you aren't, do you have the answers that I want anyway?"
[ooc: this is an AUDIO post - characters can hear what is going on but not see it. action available to anyone who would like to happen upon Jack. ]
He turns to stare over his shoulder and, not seeing what he wants to see anywhere on the water's horizon, makes a disgruntled, strangled noise before shrugging and trudging off. He walks for a good five minutes away from the beach area, leather boots making wet, squelching noises for the entire time as more of the salt water and bits of sand flow out of the tops of them, joining the water trail dripping from his slowly drying layers of clothing.
Abruptly, he stops, eyes narrowing again. Raising a palm to press against his mouth, a worried expression with an overtone of curiosity which rests well on the cheerful ataraxy of lupine features, he looks to his left, to his right.
Jack pauses again.
He looks over his shoulder. Above his head. Between his legs. Before, finally, as the actions become more and more confused and frenzied, he realizes the source of the whispering, indistinct sounds of human voices is in his own jacket pocket. Fishing into it, he pulls the network communication device out and stares at it for twenty seconds. It chirps in its tinny voice again, and Jack pulls away with a wrinkled nose, disturbed and surprised. Shrugging, he smells it, and then licks it.
This time he can hear the actual words of a conversation on the other end, and his face breaks into a not very quiet expression of smirking victory.
"Oh. Hello, little box. Are you speaking to me? And if you aren't, do you have the answers that I want anyway?"
[ooc: this is an AUDIO post - characters can hear what is going on but not see it. action available to anyone who would like to happen upon Jack. ]