07-20-2015, 08:02 AM
"So there Captain Morgan..."
"Captain Sparrow..."
"Yeah...where are we going?"
Jack narrowed his sleep deprived eyes at the girl. It wasn't such that he hadn't had sailors of the female persuasion aboard his mighty vessel before, but this was the first one who didn't seem entirely beholden to his utterly indomitable wiles? Or was he kidding himself? Probably not. Surely not. Still, her question begged for deception. After all, it wasn't as if he had even told his own crew that he was trying to sail to the ends of the Omniverse...to the fabled Void, whatever that meant. Void of what? Sense? Time? Rum? Obviously the people who had been in charge of entitling these eldritch destinations clearly lacked any real sort of gravitas when it came to giving them their legendary designations. Regardless, the lie...
"No destination, luv. We sail for glory 'n riches. Northways. We're sailing north." Jack said, nodding to himself and taking an adroit swig of rum.
"If that doesn't fit to your fancy, then kindly feel free to shove you and your lovely plastic bosom off of my ship, eh?"
Leviathan scowled at first, but then her face broke into a twisted, toothy grin.
"Is that a challenge?"
"...eh?"
"You think I can't handle what you can throw at me?"
Jack pointed at her and offered a bright grin.
"Precisely! You may have a gun approaching the volume of me own cannon, but that doesn't mean anything to me when it comes to the business of pirating."
"Ever heard of Behemoth?" Leviathan snapped, shifting the weight of Negotiator from one arm to the other. Jack's face blanched. Yes. Yes he had heard of the dreaded Death Pirate. The man who had claimed a hundred vessels or more, killed their crews and taken them for himself. Rumor had it he hung them like trophies from the ceiling of his lair, and that he had the eyes of a killer serpent.
"...No!" Jack said, offering a bright smile again. This threw Leviathan for a loop, because it basically negated her boasting rights. Jack Sparrow saw this in her and decided to press the offensive.
"Furthermore!" he said, snagging a nearby rope and hoisting himself up onto the railing of the ship. He calmly and easily walked towards Leviathan along the rail, swilling his rum all the while.
"Any blithering lubber can dance the samba fore and aft, but I don't see much evidence as to you havin' any sort of real sea legs. And...!" he said hopping off of the rail and drawing his cutlass. He approached very close to Leviathan, pointing the weapon towards he and resting it on her shoulder.
"I'd care to see how you fare in the most noble art of privateering. Tell me, my bonnie lass, have you ever held a blade to another man?" Jack said. Leviathan's dejected scowl turned into a seething visage of rage. She did not like being bested, especially by uneducated alcoholics. She slapped the sword off of her shoulder using an armored wrist.
"Swords are for people stuck in the dark ages."
"Well then, tell me what happens when a strapping buccaneer such as meself comes at you with a blood debt? Like so?" Jack said, suddenly lunging towards Leviathan with an artful thrust. Leviathan let the sword trace a line up the curvature of her armor and leaned in towards the pirate captain, pinning his arm under her left armpit and delivering a swift kick to his gentleman's affair. Jack's eyes went cross and he slumped to the deck. Bad enough, it was, to take a blow to the tow line, but this bint was wearing heavy armor to boot. Jack's crew, who had since gathered around to watch the exchange, cringed and muttered in masculine sympathy.
"Right! Well! Good show!" Jack said, leaping back on to his feet with a slight swagger. A soft, strained sound escaped his throat as he tried to stand steady on the rolling deck.
"So I can be on your fucking crew or what?" Leviathan snapped, getting tired of the needless grandstanding.
"Captain Sparrow..."
"Yeah...where are we going?"
Jack narrowed his sleep deprived eyes at the girl. It wasn't such that he hadn't had sailors of the female persuasion aboard his mighty vessel before, but this was the first one who didn't seem entirely beholden to his utterly indomitable wiles? Or was he kidding himself? Probably not. Surely not. Still, her question begged for deception. After all, it wasn't as if he had even told his own crew that he was trying to sail to the ends of the Omniverse...to the fabled Void, whatever that meant. Void of what? Sense? Time? Rum? Obviously the people who had been in charge of entitling these eldritch destinations clearly lacked any real sort of gravitas when it came to giving them their legendary designations. Regardless, the lie...
"No destination, luv. We sail for glory 'n riches. Northways. We're sailing north." Jack said, nodding to himself and taking an adroit swig of rum.
"If that doesn't fit to your fancy, then kindly feel free to shove you and your lovely plastic bosom off of my ship, eh?"
Leviathan scowled at first, but then her face broke into a twisted, toothy grin.
"Is that a challenge?"
"...eh?"
"You think I can't handle what you can throw at me?"
Jack pointed at her and offered a bright grin.
"Precisely! You may have a gun approaching the volume of me own cannon, but that doesn't mean anything to me when it comes to the business of pirating."
"Ever heard of Behemoth?" Leviathan snapped, shifting the weight of Negotiator from one arm to the other. Jack's face blanched. Yes. Yes he had heard of the dreaded Death Pirate. The man who had claimed a hundred vessels or more, killed their crews and taken them for himself. Rumor had it he hung them like trophies from the ceiling of his lair, and that he had the eyes of a killer serpent.
"...No!" Jack said, offering a bright smile again. This threw Leviathan for a loop, because it basically negated her boasting rights. Jack Sparrow saw this in her and decided to press the offensive.
"Furthermore!" he said, snagging a nearby rope and hoisting himself up onto the railing of the ship. He calmly and easily walked towards Leviathan along the rail, swilling his rum all the while.
"Any blithering lubber can dance the samba fore and aft, but I don't see much evidence as to you havin' any sort of real sea legs. And...!" he said hopping off of the rail and drawing his cutlass. He approached very close to Leviathan, pointing the weapon towards he and resting it on her shoulder.
"I'd care to see how you fare in the most noble art of privateering. Tell me, my bonnie lass, have you ever held a blade to another man?" Jack said. Leviathan's dejected scowl turned into a seething visage of rage. She did not like being bested, especially by uneducated alcoholics. She slapped the sword off of her shoulder using an armored wrist.
"Swords are for people stuck in the dark ages."
"Well then, tell me what happens when a strapping buccaneer such as meself comes at you with a blood debt? Like so?" Jack said, suddenly lunging towards Leviathan with an artful thrust. Leviathan let the sword trace a line up the curvature of her armor and leaned in towards the pirate captain, pinning his arm under her left armpit and delivering a swift kick to his gentleman's affair. Jack's eyes went cross and he slumped to the deck. Bad enough, it was, to take a blow to the tow line, but this bint was wearing heavy armor to boot. Jack's crew, who had since gathered around to watch the exchange, cringed and muttered in masculine sympathy.
"Right! Well! Good show!" Jack said, leaping back on to his feet with a slight swagger. A soft, strained sound escaped his throat as he tried to stand steady on the rolling deck.
"So I can be on your fucking crew or what?" Leviathan snapped, getting tired of the needless grandstanding.
And, we dream of home I dream of life out of here Their dreams are small My dreams don't know fear I got my heart full of hope I will change everything No matter what I'm told How impossible it seems We did it before And we'll do it again We're indestructible Even when we're tired And we've been here before Just you and I
Don't try to rescue me I don't need to be rescued
Don't try to rescue me I don't need to be rescued