tampered | Log: Complete-ish

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Current Location: The City: Center
Current Music: The decemberists - "Mariner's Revenge"

Log: Complete-ish

When: Late afternoon. July 12th
Rating: PG, thus far
Characters: Jack Sparrow (open to all)
Summary: Jack's cabin fever and general mental state have been worsening since the second he arrived in the city. Today is more than he can take. He's gone in search of rum and escape from his thoughts and the images haunting him. Now he's wandering the center of town, shouting at reflections and worse. CAUTION!!: SPOILERS!

Log:

There is only so much a man can deny, even in the name of preserving his delicate sanity. Jack Sparrow doesn't dare to contemplate death. It has never been something he let himself see as a possibility. The sickness that hangs over him and his arrival in this dark place have been nagging reminders of things he'd rather not let himself believe...even if he knows it to be true. Now, though, the facts are laid out before him in every pane of glass, every puddle, every bright and shining thing.
There was no escaping the kraken.
The Pearl is gone forever.
The world no longer holds a place for Captain Jack Sparrow.

He made his way underground, but even the dark depths of this living hell were not enough to save him the visions. Jack laid what coin he had on the bar and took two large bottles of rum. One was mostly gone before he made it back to the surface and what remained of it was smashed through a shop window to kill the image of a great and terrible squid.
Now he wanders the town square; drunk, frightened, and mad as ten bales of hay. Jack brings the rum to his lips with one hand as the other brandishes his cutlass against any who approach him. He spins to face a window only to see the sweet eyes of a young woman looking cold as forged steel as she brings chains to bind him. The huge and ominous figure of Davey Jones smiles from behind her and waits for Jack's soul.

"No!! Elizabeth!! You'll not bloody have me, you harpy!" He slashes at the glass with his sword, marring the surface with cracks and scratches, but failing to kill the nightmare. Jack drops down limply to the street, staring at the window and watching her come for him. He can see himself being bound and he hates the feelings that look in her eyes stirs in him. "...That which vexes all men..."

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Elizabeth had been sitting by the fountain; though lying by the fountain would have been a more accurate description. The fountain had come a sort of temporary home for her, the place she had chosen as a meeting ground. It wasn't the most comfortable or safest place to stay, but it was a common area, and the best place to start her search for the others.

Elizabeth had been tinkering with her box (laptop, was it called?) when a pair of voices, no, more, interrupted. Two of them were familiar, while the last voice was unidentifiable. Jack? She sat up quickly, and glanced hopefully around the fountain. Sure enough, there was Jack. Punch drunk, by the look of him, but still alive (or at least in the appearance of living). She would have called out to Norrington and Jack, but one of Jack's comments stopped her. She stared at Jack with disbelief, before finally speaking up. "Jack you... What did you just call me?"

[ooc: Sorry the log is in past tense (or something nearly the same DX). I can switch over to present if it makes it a bit easier. Oh, my AIM is heller kaffee. I forgot to tell you.]

The pirate turns on her slowly, staggering back a bit, and raising his sword again. Surely she's here to bind him and deliver him to Jones or his locker. He's seen it coming a thousand times today.
"El..Elizabeth?" His eyes widen to take the image in entirely before narrowing again.

"Have you come to kill me again? I'm not sure a man can die twice, or what becomes of him, should it happen."
Her question is ignored entirely and Jack completely forgets Norrington's presence. His eyes focus on her with some dark emotion swirling there in those tawny depths.

Elizabeth stares at the pirate, a look of concern, guilt and digust on her face. He's obviously drunk, but his drunken state didn't make his words sting less. She wanted to say she was sorry, that her actions had been rash and that she had regretted them ever since.

"Haven't you learned your limit with that vile drink yet?" She says instead, and looks away.

"I'm still standing, am I not? When the threat of falling off of the earth seems more serious, I'll have hit my limit, sweet."

He takes a swaying and staggering step closer to her. Jack pastes on a wide grin, but it's so clearly fake that it's unsettling. That raised corner of his mouth falters here and there like he may give it up and simply look sick or frightened at any moment. It's certainly looming there.

"Elizabeth... I don' feel at all well. Tell me, luv, am I dead? Truly? Why then do you come to torment me?"

It's a question Elizabeth can't answer. While she doesn't believe anyone could have survived the kraken, here Jack was, alive. "I... I don't know." She answers after a while. "All we know is that the kraken took the Pearl down." She crosses her arms, and gives Jack the best annoyed look she can muster at the moment.

The smile on Jack's face is more than she can bear. It's obviously fake, and it unsettles Elizabeth. Where was that smug, sort of crazed look she was used to? She's afraid it's too late for apologies and forgiveness. "Jack, I'm..." She changes her sentence midway, and attempts to snatch away the pirate's rum. "Give me that."

He casts his eyes down and nods at her answer. Why would she know? Even if she'd set him to that fate, this is a far stranger thing than anyone could readily have answers for.

Jack raises his eyes to meet hers when she starts speaking, but then she's after his rum! He clutches the bottle to his chest, backing away with a drunken stagger.
"No! You'll not take this from me as well! You can't be trusted with it!"

"It won't do you any good. It's a vile drink and it's making your condition worse." She says crossly, ignoring Jack's protest. While she couldn't do anything about his current state, at least she could prevent him from getting drunker.

She pauses, seeing that her aggressive attempts at his rum are futile. She speaks again, in a softer, more soothing tone. "Jack? Jack, please hand the rum over. You're just hurting yourself."

"Hurting me? Elizabeth, this bottle may be the only true friend this pirate has in these dark times." He pulls the bottle up higher and turns his face to kiss the side, keeping his eyes on Elizabeth. True and honest as hard drink may be, it's surface shows terrible things today.

"What do you care for what hurts me anyway, eh? A great many things hurt, luv, and this is fine medicine for it!" He takes a long pull from the bottle, being as stubborn and defiant as a child.

"Your only true friend? A lot of good it's done you." She sees she Jack won't listen, and switches gear. "You don't want to keep that bottle, do you Jack? All it's showing you are lies, and it's hurting you. Don't you want to stop it?" All she knows is that Jack needs rest, reassurance, anything other than rum.

[ooc: sorry for the late posts. X);]

"Are they lies, luv?" He brings the bottle around to gaze into it and watch that steel-cold look in her eyes as she betrayed him with a kiss. "You're there in every one, sweet..."
Though, this is not entirely true. There are plenty of other dark memories for Jack, but they all come of his trusting nature and his hard-fought tendency to do the right thing at the wrong time. And that always brings him back to her.

"Nothing stops it, you know." He points around to the windows he's broken or damaged.

Elizabeth is taken back by the question she can't answer. She stares at the pirate, with a look of frustrated determination. She won't let him see how his words and questions cut. "I wouldn't know, would I? They're your memories. I don't think I want to know either." She bends down to pick up a broken piece of glass, and stares at it intently, before looking back to Jack.

"All I know is that it has shown me lies." She tries to keep her voice even and calm, even though the image rattles her inside.

[OOC: I'm probably turning in soon. Pretty late in my timezone, sorry. ♥]

Jack sways and brings the bottle up to gaze into it's surface for a long moment. He closes his eyes tight against what he sees there and lets his arm drop heavy to his side before looking at Elizabeth again.
"Some of it does seem lies, but some I know to be the truth...and I am no longer so certain of the difference."

He takes another long pull from the rum and holds it chest level and close enough to keep it from her grasp.
"A trade, Elizabeth. Tell me what lies you see, and I may be inclined to give up my traveling companion."

"I accept." Elizabeth stares at Jack, and looks him eye to eye. She looks confident on the outside, but she can't decide what to tell Jack, what she feels safe about confiding. "In one, I see Will on Jones's ship, stuck there for eternity." She purses her lips, and gives Jack the best confident look she can. "I also see my father alone in a jail cell." She tries to keep her tone even, but she can't be too sure the last one is a lie. "I know they're lies because for one, Will's here, and he owes nothing to Davy Jones. I also know the last one is a lie because my father's the Governor."

She holds out her hand, and points toward Jack's bottle. "Your turn."

"Fair enough. Still... It is a cruel thing t'leave me with nothing to wash away the bitter-sweet taste of your lips, luv."
His eyes move to the bottle, then back up to meet Elizabeth's. Jack takes a long drink and holds the bottle out in the posture of a man defeated.

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