RUM QUEST! (OPEN LIKE THE SEA)

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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:

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[truthandfreesia]

How had Omi managed to get himself in this situation? Really, the oddest things seemed to happen to him. He didn't even drink, much less think of drinking, or look at drinks, or think of looking at drinks. Alcoholic beverages were something he knew very little about, honestly. True, he'd had his dip into the intoxicating beverages a time or two, but an assassin was better off sober than drunk, wasn't he?

He chuckled quietly as he recalled the events leading up to this situation, and wondered just what had made him venture out to the docks to find, meet, and embark on an epic adventure with this strange ... stranger.

His manner of speech-- writing -- whatever it should be called-- was strange. Omi'd only heard of that sort of speech coming from pirates. Pirates! Was this Jack Sparrow a pirate? He was a "captain," after all, wasn't he? And pirates loved rum

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Ah, smashing! Jack swiveled, wrist leading and hair bobs swinging, at the sound of his name, and turned to see the young man who was waving at him. At first glance, he didn't look like much standing there, but then Jack had learned from experience that young men who often looked unimposing later turned out as forces to be reckoned with. He was not in the habit of underestimating anyone, especially not based on looks.

Favoring the boy with a glinting toothy smile, Jack sauntered towards him, boots sounding cleanly on the wood of the dock. Jack, of course, was all style. Not without substance underneath, mind, but he knew the value of looking the part when it came to garnering the respect of scalawags and thieves. Pistol tucked into his waistband, sword at his side, kohl rimming his eyes, and of course his trademark tricorne hat, Jack looked like a man to be reckoned with. He looked the part of pirate captain

[truthandfreesia]

Wow.

Um. Wow. Wow. Omi was rendered speechless by the captain. Absolutely speechless. In all of his life, he'd never seen something-- or someone-- so ... so ... so ... Him. Was there any other way to describe him? Omi certainly couldn't think of one.

His blue eyes wide, mouth slightly agape, and shoulders drooped, Omi was the very definition of "Clueless Stare." He didn't mean to stare, he just hadn't ever seen someone so outrageously flamboyant. It wasn't bad at all! But it had certainly caught him off guard.

This Captain Jack was a pirate. A picture-perfect one, at that, with his swagger, dress, and manner of speech. He'd be lying if he said he didn't suddenly feel excited.

"Omi," he said in reply finally, "You can just call me Omi. It's a pleasure to meet you, captain!" Omi bowed out of habit in greeting and shoved offered a bright smile as he straightened himself up. "I didn't mean to stare, I've just ... I've never seen an actual pirate before."

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Jack was tickled. It would be fair to say, in fact that Omi could not have designed a reaction that would have pleased him more had he studied the man for a year first. And he most certainly did not mind being stared at in the least! That, in fact, was five-tenths of what being a pirate captain was all about, wasn't it? The awe on the faces of strangers. That and the freedom…and of course the rum.

He grinned at Omi-incredible pair o' eyes 'e has on 'im; Jack wasn't sure he'd ever seen eyes quite that big and blue and bright-"Well 'en, consider me honored indeed t' be yer first! An' allow me t' employ the opportunity o' this fine evenin's venture which you 'ave so cunnin'ly proposed t' fill in any gaps in yer education with regards t' the fine art o' piratin

[truthandfreesia]

Wow, it was pretty hard to understand the words coming out of Jack's mouth. It was like a completely new language to him. He had a hard enough time trying to understand everyone else around here, and now this? It was like a mini-mission, really. He had to to replay everything in his head and try to translate it. Jack had such an odd manner of speech.

He slouched slightly for a moment under the weight of Jack's arm, averting his gaze as he tried to think of things to ask. What's it like to live on a ship? To pillage and plunder and-- which one really came first? How often did he make "port"...? What did he really do when making port? What did pirates eat when at sea? Oh, wait--

"This way works," he responded, smiling up at him. "Why think about it? I wouldn't know where to find a pub, anyway, and you don't know this place, so I figure thinking about which direction to go in might be a little.... Well, maybe it'd be best to just go wherever our feet take us." He shrugged. "How do you decide which direction to take on the sea?"