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tampered2006-07-12 04:08 pm
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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..."
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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"Do you want me to take you back?"
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He gets uncomfortably close, not being very expert at gaging distance right now, and pokes Will in the chest to make his point before slumping against him.
"Lead on. To my ship, and better things."