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Log; Ongoing.

When; September 24th, afternoon
Rating; PG
Characters; Pintel (

creditfertryin), and Jack Sparrow (

13_year_captain).
Summary; Pintl and Ragetti have decided to sign articles with The Black Swann, and so pay a visit to her captain.
Log;

Pintel was still completely lost on the sea-shore room, but didn't ask questions. (He wouldn't be able to think of the right questions, anyway, most likely.) All he was really concerned with was that it was, indeed, there and that there was a large ship that held job-opportunities for himself and his constant companion. The Black Swann loomed obvious in the harbor, and he grinned at it for a moment, kicking off his shoes to begin trudging through the sand.

"Keep up." He mumbled at Ragetti, glancing over his shoulder to make sure the other man was still with him. He doubted that he would linger in the thin hallways of the building behind them, but he felt better making sure. "Watch yerself, too. I dunno' what's about on this 'ere boat."

Once on the dock, he put his shoes back on, walking up the plank that led to the ship's deck. He was wary, looking around slowly for a moment before proceeding any further. The door to the captain's cabin was closed; the small windows that made it ornate were foggy. There wasn't even really a telling of whether Jack Sparrow found himself here at the moment. With another quick look to Ragetti, he knocked at the door.

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Once he knew where the place was, Ragetti had no problems finding it a second time, and so luckily they didn't get lost in the bowels of building eight a second time. Nevertheless, when the finally found the proper room and stepped out into sand and sea-salt air, tension visibly left the pirate's shoulders. He didn't like close spaces; just a prison cell was enough to set him bouncing anxiously, talking nonsensically and continually to fill the space. Those corridors had no windows, no bars, nothing but rows upon rows of doors and close walls and low ceilings.

In truth he didn't need to be told at all to keep up, considering he had been nearly stepping on his stout companion as they made their way to the ocean. It still didn't make any sense to the lean man, how the entire sea could be locked into this place. But like Pintel, he hardly cared. There was a ship, and a shore, and the cool hush of waves, and a boat, and that was all that mattered.

He just hoped Captain Jack would let them sign aboard. He'd let them before, but there was no telling with that man.

Ragetti followed loyally, mimicking the wary look-about Pintel threw along the deck of the ship. One hand lifted to curl into the back of Pintel's jacket as they made their way to the captain's cabin, using the shorter man as a guide as he glanced around the vessel, memorizing its layout as quickly as he could. He couldn't help but lift both eyebrows. It was definitely a pretty ship. When they reached the cabin, Ragetti craned a little to try and see into the windows, pursing his lips against the need to pose a nervous question to break the silence that followed Pintel's knock.

The Swann was a bit larger than the Pearl, far more heavily armed, and more than a touch more ornate. Closer to the Captain's quarters, however, similarities to Jack's ship were more evident. The door, upon close inspection, was identical. That strange mimicry of the Pearl continued inside, where every thing from the study to the berth were a very near match. Near, because the space was larger and the small bunk off to the side was replaced with a large, round bed.

The most prominent similarity to the Pearl was, of course, the man leaning his chair back against a support beam as he worked his way to a deep drunkenness. Captain Sparrow had not been counting on company, but a keenly developed paranoia told him he wasn't alone on this deck any longer. Bugger.

"Oi!! Lurking round doors only postpones the inevitable! What is it you're after?"
He raised his voice to the door, but kept his tone casual. He didn't even right his chair completely, but he drew his gun and kept it at the ready just below the level of the table.

No actual opening of the door, then, just talking through it. Still, he was pleased that they hadn't missed the fellow and come here for nothing. He rolled his eyes, feeding his impatient look to Ragetti. He smiled, then, whispering, "Odd as ever, t'would seem, tha' Sparrow."

Back to business, "Ye've got quite a ship 'ere, Cap'n Sparrow. We jus' got 'ere, figured ye migh' need more hands on desk, jus' as we need ourselves a familiar way 'a' livin'."

As they waited, Ragetti eyed the contours of the door in an attempt to place why it looked so familiar. When the reason struck him, he blinked curiously. It was exactly like the Pearl, wasn't it? Well. Some of it at least. In some ways, to any other pirate, it was actually better than the Pearl. Ragetti wasn't one to knock a pretty boat, but... if they got out of here, would Jack keep this boat? What about the Pearl? He frowned a little at that thought, but started from his musings as that voice hollered through the door.

He, too, couldn't help but grin a little, replying to Pintel's hushed comment with a giggle. Jack had alwas been peculiar, why would it be any different here? The shorter pirate had the conversation under control for the moment, as usual, so he refrained from offering any sort of comment. Instead, Ragetti leaned a little towards the door, listening for a response from Jack.

Legitimate visitors with purpose? Business, even? Oh hell. Jack realized he would have to actually get up. With an uncertain and wary sway he tipped his chair back onto all four feet, slamming down hard and lurching forward onto the table. "Ow..."

Jack made a sour face as he worked to clear his vision and got to his feet. He holstered his gun and carried only the rum to the door, keeping his swaying as minimal as possible. He tapped on the glass of the door to shoo the men from it before swinging the door open.

"Afternoon, gents...." He looked from one to the other with a raised brow before leaning his head back and offering them a smile. "Looking to sign the articles yet again, eh? Of course, given the circumstances, you may still qualify under my employ. Do you not?" Jack lowered his head, looking deep in thought for a second as he worked over the technical issues of a crew following their fallen Captain. "... No matter. Welcome aboard, lads."

Jack Sparrow, even when he was just talking, somehow always turned up to be a very confusing man. At least, that's the way it seemed to Pintel, who wasn't much of an intellectual, anyway. Even in his case... Well, he doubted that smart folks could much understand the Captain, either. The dark-haired man stood in the door of his cabin, posing small questions to which Pintel could only answer with, "'Dunno..." Sparrow had died, but here he was... Same with Barbossa back on their world... And, people really needed to figure out whether they were dead or not, because it was all getting pretty confusing.

Alive or dead didn't matter, apparently. In his rare moment of musing about such things, he nearly missed Sparrow welcoming them back onto the crew (without any argument, too). "Oh, uh..." He smiled in attempt to make himself look a little less lost on everything, "Thank ye'." Eh... He'd called them 'lads', though. You'd figure that balding the way he had would've gotten him out of being called 'lad' by now. Christ.

Frowning slightly now, he turned to look across the deck of the ship. They weren't out to sea, so there probably wasn't too much that needed to be done immediately. Still, he'd feel better being at work... He'd never been one for learning, but work had never bothered him much at all. (Odd, as he didn't much care for being bossed around.) With a slightly doubting look, he returned to Sparrow's gaze. "What'll ye have 'a' us firs', Cap'n?"

Ragetti, quite frankly, was rather surprised at how readily Jack welcomed them back to the ship. Pleased, of course, since he had been hoping for this very result. But.. was it that easy? Accepted back, near no questions asked? The lean pirate blinked, gaze cutting briefly to Pintel and his question before sliding back to the captain.

He wasn't complaining.

Still, he waited for the other shoe to drop.

Like his companion, Ragetti was eager to do what he could on the ship straight away. But signing articles usually meant signing, and the uneasy feeling of detachment he had wouldn't go away until he did just that. While Ragetti wasn't always one for formalities and paperwork... this was one situation he found them both important. Instead of stating such, though, he waited to see what Jack might say next. If he didn't mention Articles again, then Ragetti would know something else was about.

[ooc: sorry guys. brainfried. craptacular post D:]

It was a suspicious thing that Jack should welcome them back without question or hesitation. Suspicious til one realizes that the number of sailors in this city -without loyalty already owed to another captain- was limited to these two men and Jack's former first-mate. Captain Sparrow is desperate for experienced hands at the mast and for some sense of familiarity, and so he will take even traitors.

The Captain rest his shoulder against the door frame and looked lost in thought (or, possibly, a little mad) for a moment or so. Finally he looked up, greeting them again with a grin, and waved his rum bottle in the general direction of the stairs leading below deck.
"The guns on this ship far outnumber those on the Pearl, and they've not been tended to in some time. You men shall see to their proper cleaning and preparation. Do feel free to test one or two, but give fair warning, eh? I hate the sound..."

He left a pause to hang for a moment, nearly long enough for them to make off to the task assigned, before raising his hand with one finger signaling that he may speak...soon... Surely he would, once he felt he had their full attention.
"First, of course, you shall need to sign on. New ship. New articles. Savvy?"

((and I lose as well for not noticing there was a reply...here I was thinking it'd been dropped, and I'm the screw up. ;_; ))

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