"Welcome back!" Jack said. "Today's special ingredients do not include squirrel, alot or deer, if any of you were worried."

Well, they probably were now.

"You know how this works by now--20 minutes for your appetizer, 30 minutes for your entree, and 30 for your dessert course. Open your baskets and begin!"

The blasted heath might be trying to devour the entire island, but it still hailed from one focal point. The campgrounds, now grey and full of ashes, held the source of the taint. A rock, so strangely hued, so alien-looking. The fissure it was in produced bubbles now under the last rays of the sun, sending the water trembling ( Read more... )

Jack (and Eric, lurking in his usual spot) were in the Devil's Nest as was their usual habit on Mondays.

Tonight, Jack was in an argument with the DJ (Jack was in the mood for Jimmy Buffet, or at least a margarita, and the DJ had Views on That), and Eric was not getting involved.

Tiny was updating his resume.

[OOC: OCD is just tempting fate ( Read more... )

"Welcome back t' the greatest cooking class ever conceived!" Jack crowed, clapping his hands together. "Tonight we have very special treats waiting for ye in your baskets ( Read more... )

"Why is it so cold?" Jack demanded as he stomped snow off of his boots and shivered his way over to the bar. "I'm a pirate from the Caribbean. I don't like snow. Make it go away."

Tiny rolled his eyes and handed Jack an ice bucket.

Jack shrugged. "Well, when life hands you ice, make frozen margaritas. Old pirate saying."

"Hello, and welcome t' the greatest class ever conceived: Feed Jack Sparrow Weekly ( Read more... )

There was a moment where in the park, there was no tea ( Read more... )

"I've got a lov-e-ly bunch of coconuts...doo dee doo--" Jack sang as he came into the club, trying to lead Tiny in a waltz around the room.

That...didn't happen, so Jack settled behind the bar where his lovely bunch of coconuts would be turned into pina coladas tonight.

The Devil's Nest was open.

Jack was practically bouncing around the room, so excited was he to start this final class. "We're treasure hunting!" he crowed. "Grab your shovels, your maps, your poison antidotes--" don't ask, "--and your sacks for hauling treasure! Last person to the treasure chest walks the plank ( Read more... )

With Eric nowhere to be found, Jack was forced to take the class into his own (fairly filthy) hands. "Good evening, me hearties!" he said. "Today, we begin what I believe t' be the most important part of long term investment strategy--the making of a proper treasure map. What, I ask, is the use of making all of this money if ye can't find it again ( Read more... )