[Guy Burgess hasn't been in Luceti long enough for most things.
Being a smaller man with little luck, he hasn't found his own clothes yet, or even been told that they were in a shop somewhere, waiting. He hasn't gotten over his newest accoutrements and the fact that no fine haberdashery could adequately swathe a pair of wings. He does like their
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Jack does not trust this---not at all at all.]
Admiral: might I recommend Seventh Heaven? All the breakfast you like, no spoons in cans.
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[Guy laughs quite heartily at that.]
As mad as I was about Dartmouth, the navy wouldn't have me. I'm quite loathe to admit it, you know. Though I think I'm far more suited to my current occupation.
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Ah. And that is what, sir? Critiquing the morning meal?
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I work for the BBC as well as the British Foreign Office. I produce programs for the radio and work in intelligence. Of course, none of those can apply here.
You, sir?
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Hmmm? Me? I've been working for myself for a very long time. Pirate, actually.
...Have you tried peanut butter and jelly sandwiches yet? Food of the gods, that.
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[A beat]
Pirate you say? How interesting.
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Be reminded, though, Sir Guy Burgess, that there is very little to pirate here. Not much at all, really; I do maraud a bit to keep a hand in. So not as interesting as it could be.
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I'm very curious about this pirating of yours. There is a local here I believe I read about. Perhaps we could go to the pub for a drink.
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[A beat.]
Have I a name to bellow when I assume I have spotted you? I've been spared your introduction.
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[It is not long before he shuffles his way into the bar, still drowning in the horribly oversized clothing he managed to take in a daze from the shops some nights ago. Everything is wrinkled from nights spent sleeping in his ridiculous ensemble, tie and all. A cigarette hangs from his mouth, recently lit.
'Exceptional' certainly marks Jack as Guy spots him, and he is immediately drawn to the rather decorated appearance this pirate has.]
I take it you are Captain Sparrow, my recent curiosity and expected company for drinking?
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Bugger---is the Empire simply not looking after you, mate?
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An unfortunate parallel to my lack of good spirited drink is a lack of clothes befitting my size. If Luceti only had a Savile Row. I'm certain I alone could keep them in business.
[Still, even missing his favoured tailor, he sports a grin as he offers his hand to shake Jack's.]
Pleasure to finally meet you, Captain.
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[Sparrow, of course, has no qualms about small men or large men or any men in the middle.
Marty, after all, was one of the stoutest men on the Pearl's crew. ]
You know, mate, often they've got your very own clothing in the shop.
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I've been referred to someone who does alterations, and a very helpful woman pointed out the shops to me. Very high on my list of priorities is dressing myself in a properly fitting suit, though this, I think, trumps it.
[He's been severely lacking with his drinking, and it sours his days.]
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