RUM QUEST! (OPEN LIKE THE SEA)
Who: Captain Jack Sparrow, Tsukiyono Omi, and whosoever wants to go get their drink on!
What: Rivelata's first annual, monthly, weekly, daily nonstop PUB CRAWL!
Where: Starting at the docks and continuing…to wherever the rum has gone!
When: Beginning the night of Jack's arrival and continuing until they can't bloody well crawl any more.
Why: Because a) it was Omi's birthday, and the boy deserves a party! b) Jack needs rum! c) We don't bloody need an excuse! d) All of the above!
Jack pivoted on one foot and stepped down another arm of the docks, at the end of which was moored yet another of the great passenger ships, now dark and guarded by no less than a dozen men, armed, armored, and at attention. Bugger. That made four. All in the same state: fine and seaworthy vessels, the lot, and he couldn't even get near them.
Oh he'd tried talking his way passed the guards all right. Not very talkative chaps though, it seemed. They did, however, appear particularly eager to hold swords to his throat. Not in the least interested in letting a man have a good look at a single one of the treasures they guarded, no matter how he went about complementing its craftsmanship or even the cleverness of their ranks, and they didn't even want to hear his stories about the sea turtles.
All right, fair enough: so he wasn't going to lay hands on a ship tonight. He could live with that. Nothing wrong with spending a night in port at any rate, especially if there was rum to be had! And early reports about the lamentable deficiency in the supply of his drink of choice not withstanding, rumor had it that there were locations within this city where one could procure other not dissimilar intoxicatory beverages free of charge and in copious amounts, and well, any port that made yon weary sailor feel that welcome, Jack could forgive its apparent inhospitality with regards to the immediate acquisition of a vessel upon which to leave said port.
Besides, there had been that fine young lad who had spoken to him through the book-still not sure how all that worked, but no matter really-and who had championed the idea of assembling a party to uncover the current whereabouts of the local supply of rum, and well, it had even been the boy's birthday, and besides, any boy with a mind like that was someone whose acquaintance and company Jack Sparrow would most certainly be pleased to make and keep, respectively.
Now, if only the lad-what had he said his name was? Mr. Tsuk… Mr. Tusk… Mr. Omi!-would just turn up to assist him in the gaining of his bearings with respect to the local lay of the land, they could commence with the posthaste and immediate locating and consuming of some rum forthwith!
What: Rivelata's first annual, monthly, weekly, daily nonstop PUB CRAWL!
Where: Starting at the docks and continuing…to wherever the rum has gone!
When: Beginning the night of Jack's arrival and continuing until they can't bloody well crawl any more.
Why: Because a) it was Omi's birthday, and the boy deserves a party! b) Jack needs rum! c) We don't bloody need an excuse! d) All of the above!
Jack pivoted on one foot and stepped down another arm of the docks, at the end of which was moored yet another of the great passenger ships, now dark and guarded by no less than a dozen men, armed, armored, and at attention. Bugger. That made four. All in the same state: fine and seaworthy vessels, the lot, and he couldn't even get near them.
Oh he'd tried talking his way passed the guards all right. Not very talkative chaps though, it seemed. They did, however, appear particularly eager to hold swords to his throat. Not in the least interested in letting a man have a good look at a single one of the treasures they guarded, no matter how he went about complementing its craftsmanship or even the cleverness of their ranks, and they didn't even want to hear his stories about the sea turtles.
All right, fair enough: so he wasn't going to lay hands on a ship tonight. He could live with that. Nothing wrong with spending a night in port at any rate, especially if there was rum to be had! And early reports about the lamentable deficiency in the supply of his drink of choice not withstanding, rumor had it that there were locations within this city where one could procure other not dissimilar intoxicatory beverages free of charge and in copious amounts, and well, any port that made yon weary sailor feel that welcome, Jack could forgive its apparent inhospitality with regards to the immediate acquisition of a vessel upon which to leave said port.
Besides, there had been that fine young lad who had spoken to him through the book-still not sure how all that worked, but no matter really-and who had championed the idea of assembling a party to uncover the current whereabouts of the local supply of rum, and well, it had even been the boy's birthday, and besides, any boy with a mind like that was someone whose acquaintance and company Jack Sparrow would most certainly be pleased to make and keep, respectively.
Now, if only the lad-what had he said his name was? Mr. Tsuk… Mr. Tusk… Mr. Omi!-would just turn up to assist him in the gaining of his bearings with respect to the local lay of the land, they could commence with the posthaste and immediate locating and consuming of some rum forthwith!