Tortuga - 4 Years BDC

[Storyteller]

Tortuga

Events occurring 4 years before Dark Curse

[The Jester Of Tortuga]

Tortuga, if every other town in the world were like this one no man would ever feel unwanted and Captain Jack Sparrow never felt unwanted while he was in Tortuga. Captain Sparrow sat at a table while a woman under each arm while a group of men sat at the table shaking a cup each giving off a rattling sound to which Sparrow joined in and slammed the cup on the table along with everyone else.

"Four twos!"

"Four threes"

"Five fives"

It was sparrow's turn place a bid that had to be no lower than five sixes a bid that was than likely to be called out as a lie so he looked under his cup and measured up dice again before grabbing a tankard and taking a swig.

"Well gentleman it has been fun but I really should be off and pillaging Jezelle and Scarlet here." Sparrow said while slowly getting up until he heard a thud and noticed a sword had been driven into the wooden table as a warning and he quietly sat back down and picked up his tankard again and thrust his arms about "No harm in finishing off this round savvy" It was during this that Sparrow accidentally spilled the left over liquids all over the showing cleavage of the woman to his right that he identified as Jezelle. Jezelle gave a short scream before slapping the Pirate Lord and storming away leaving those left at his table laughing at him.

"Time to bid Sparrow."

Sparrow placed his fingertips on top of the cup hiding the dice and began to nervously tap on the top creating an echoing hollow sound. "Well gentlemen I will bid 9 sixes then."

"Jack Sparrow you are a li..."

"CAPTAIN Jack Sparrow if you will." Sparrow corrected him.

"Sparrow I challenge your lie!"

The other pirates at the table lifted their cups revealing only 4 sixes between them and their smiles grew wide with anticipation. Sparrow lifted his cup to reveal five sixes sitting there waiting for there big moment and he began to collect his winnings until another pirate grabbed his arm.

"Sparrow ye are a cheat with aces up ye sleeve."

Looking at one of the other players Sparrow gave him a confused glare "We were playing Liars Dice were we not?" It was then Sparrow felt his arm be lifted and the inside of his sleeve been inspected,

"What have we here." The pirate inspecting the sleeve said as he produced a die from the inside of Sparrow's sleeve. Sparrow quickly retorted by saying "One of these" and producing another die and throwing it the eye of the pirate who let him go before pulling his sword out of the table and knocking the table aside. Sparrow let out a quick shocked gasping scream before making haste through Tortuga away from the pirates who were after his head.

[DarkSideCookie]

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A couple days later

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Captain Hook and his crew had gone ashore on a coastline off the pier that was commonly used. If really the crocodile was playing his dirty tricks on this island or was sending out people to do that for him, Killian better not wanted to know his ship anchoring right at the port. Anybody could be under the influence of the crocodile, just like that young maid had been when she talked totally muddled about being his servant of her own free will. The mere imagination of that self-pleasing grin, hiding behind his dark magic, made Killian's blood boil again. Just as it did the remembrance of his words the last time they had met. His words about Etta being dead. Sure, they had barely known each other, yet that kiss that they'd shared had something... well, it had thrown him off course for sure, and he had taken a lot of courses, to express himself in kind of a refined manner here. But as the crocodile used to say, and as much as Killian hated to quote him... all magic came with a prize.

With his teeth grinding he tried to focus back on his intention to find the captain and his crew of that ship Etta had been talking about before she'd had left. The Black Pearl. Killian surely wouldn't allow the crocodile to use one more person for his vile schemes; and that coming from a pirate had something to mean.

"So, master - I mean - Killian", Genie eventually spoke up, after they set foot on the island. Killian had corrected him a dozen times already, but every now and then Genie couldn't help falling back into old patterns, for he still wasn't used to calling a master also his friend. "Do we actually have a plan where to find that crew?"

"My friend," Killian replied, placing his only hand on Genie's shoulder. "You still gotta learn a lot about a pirate's life. First place to go always is the tavern. Searchin' for a maid - straight to the tavern. Searchin' for rum - you better hurry as straight as you can. Information - the tavern."

While Genie wrote down the lesson into the little scribbling pad that had appeared in his hands out of nothing only a moment before, Killian's features hardened again. "I'm sorry, Genie, but it might be better you go back into the lamp for a while."

Genie stopped the scribbling immediately, his enthusiasm changing into a dull understanding mixed with the usual annoyance whenever a master said that words. "No problem. If you need me, I'll be waiting inside... obviously."

Killian ignored Genie's mordancy, just as he ignored the little tongue that was the last to be seen before he minimized himself completely into the lamp. If there was one other rule, maybe even more important than the tavern rule, it was the one saying never walk side by side with a Genie into a tavern filled with pirates, for the Genie was way more valuable than any gold in the world. And he still needed his services, as much as he would like to wish him free.

After Genie had disappeared back into the lamp, Killian store it away under his coat, and then, in company with some of his men while the rest stayed with the Jolly Roger, followed rule one. Straight to the tavern.

After having granted his men and, of course, himself a mug of rum, Killian participated actively in the chattering around. It was easy to become part of a conversation when there was enough rum involved. He quickly had to learn though that Captain Henry's reputation seemed to be preceding him in a way that truly made him wonder. The oddest reaction might be a man rising from his chair with the words Fuck, no! before quickly leaving the place.

"Oh, c'mon," Killian eventually said with an expression of disbelief. "That man can't be more terrifying than the Kraken."

[The Jester Of Tortuga]

"Sparrrrrrrow!"

Jack could hear the rowdy pirates who were chasing after him, most of the population of Tortuga could hear them chasing after him it seemed to be a common occurance when in Tortuga... or outside of it. Jack slipped down a back alley.

"He went thataway."

Jack climbed up a series of boxes leading to an open window which he climbed through only to be greeted by a lady of the night. He dipped his hat to her as he made his way through her room reaching for the door to leave it.

"It cost two gold to come in here."

Jack tilted his head in consideration, "Any other time love..." Before opening the door and running right into the mob of angry dice players. He held up a finger with a shakey hand, "I'll be right back mate." then turned around closing the door behind him and barring it locked. Jack sauntered over to the window and begun climbing out of it.

"We'll get you Sparrow!"

"Wait, are you Captain Jack Sparrow?" The prostitute enquired as he was half way out the window.

"Aye love, Captain Jack Sparrow at your service."

Shaking her hips she made her way over to him her hands reaching out slowly, sensually, only to slap him hard across the face. In return Jack lost his balance and fell out the window hitting every box on the way down.

[DarkSideCookie]

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Killian grew with disappointment each further second. Usually, disappointment was the last thing he'd ever felt in a tavern, but this time his mission took, for once, as it seemed, top priority.

"No?", he eventually asked with his arms spread as he left a group of pirates playing a game with cards and dices, in their center a pile of possessions, some not worth the mention at all and some surely worth enough to risk a hand, or in his case another hand.

"So, then how about a ship going by the name... Black Pearl?", Killian suddenly asked with a smile, as the fingers of his only hand inconspicuously reached out to one of the objects of the second classification. Well, what shall he say? This was just a natural vice. No pirate likes to come away empty-handed, be it information or gold. So, if it looks like you can't get the one thing, get the other.

[The Jester Of Tortuga]

Sparrow sat at a table his back to a pillar, his legs up and crossed on the table while a previously filled with rum sat in his hand.

"Yet again I find my mug in failure of refilling itself."

Near him a table of drunkards played cards, a man who was much too neat to be a pirate seemingly asked questions as they gruffed away in the negative. Sparrow cared very little as to what they had to say to each other, lest it involved a quest for that refilling mug of rum, that was until he heard two very important words cross someones lips.

"Something, something, something, something, Black Pearl?"

Jack kicked his legs off the table and glanced at the table from the corner of his eye.

'My ship! Why does everyone always know where my bloody ship is but me!' was the first thought to cross his mind.

"Now that's interesting." Sparrow mumbled to himself.

[DarkSideCookie]

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Even though Hook wasn't able to hear the mumbling coming from one of the tables, he suddenly realized someone's eyes widening at the mention of the ship's name. Now, that could be a bloody bingo, couldn't it?

With a grin Hook neared the man who had quite an interest or at least surprise written on his features. "Hey mate", he said as he gave the other a short clap on the shoulder, using the movement to unobtrusively let the stolen possessions in his hand slide deeper into his sleeve. "You're lookin' like someone who has a story to tell that I'd like to hear."

[The Jester Of Tortuga]

"Hey mate""You're lookin' like someone who has a story to tell that I'd like to hear."

Stories, Captain Jack Sparrow could do stories.

"Aye, stories I can tell. Say one about about a ship with black sails that is said to be nigh uncatchable. Crewed by the damned and Captained by one so evil that Hell itself spat him back out. A ship so fercious she can sail against the wind and still catch her prey, even against a hurricane her stubborness shines as she forces her way through, Savvy?'

The man didn't look like any pirate Jack had met before, he was far too clean for the likes of Tortuga.

[DarkSideCookie]

"Aye, stories I can tell. Say one about a ship with black sails that is said to be nigh uncatchable. Crewed by the damned and Captained by one so evil that Hell itself spat him back out. A ship so fercious she can sail against the wind and still catch her prey, even against a hurricane her stubborness shines as she forces her way through, Savvy?"

All throughout the other's storytelling, Killian wondered if he should have asked for the ship's captain again instead of for the ship itself.

"That's a very romantic story, Mate, really," And he actually meant that for there was no love compared to the one that you feel for a ship. "but could we go back to the part where you mentioned a captain so evil that Hell spat him back out?"

[The Jester Of Tortuga]

"That's a very romantic story, Mate, really,""but could we go back to the part where you mentioned a captain so evil that Hell spat him back out?"

"Aye." though there was a part of his ego that always found shunned when people didn't know the name Jack Sparrow. "As the tale goes he once escaped a deserted island he had been stranded upon with naught but a single bullet for his gun and a saber. Another tale about one such event features him sacking Port Nassau without ever firing a single shot. He is a man so deeply intuitive to the female creature they cant help be soured after he leaves savvy? Course Mr. Gibbs already knows all this, dont you Gibbs?"

Jack's eyes darted around as there was no reply before turning his head this way and that looking around the bar. "Where is Mr. Gibbs? Is he elsewhere or otherwise engaged? You're not him are you not?" Jack began to ask no one in particular yet everyone at the same time.

[DarkSideCookie]

*** Meanwhile inside the lamp, hidden underneath Killian's coat ***


Genie hadn't been sitting in his lamp for actually quite a while, so this was making it even more ignominious. Oh, you think a Genie must be used to it? Sure, he is, but that didn't make it suck less...

And so, all Genie could do was waiting. Waiting and listening. Listening to, at some point, actually interesting news! He somehow had to catch Killian's attention...

"Master!", Genie whispered from the inside of the lamp; being sure that none of these drunken men around could hear him, yet being not so sure if Killian would. He just went on. "I heard someone say a ship has reached the shore."

Another pause. Oh man, was every pirate so slow off the mark?

"A ship with black sails...," he finally continued, not considering that his master probably was just saying nothing to not cause anyone else's attention.

[DarkSideCookie]

"As the tale goes he once escaped a deserted island he had been stranded upon with naught but a single bullet for his gun and a saber. Another tale about one such event features him sacking Port Nassau without ever firing a single shot. He is a man so deeply intuitive to the female creature they can't help be soured after he leaves savvy? Course Mr. Gibbs already knows all this, don't you Gibbs?"

Killian couldn't help but frown. Of course, he was less interested in backstory than in whereabouts. Although this pirate seemed to be of no use as for that, he was the only one who was actually willed to tell him something at all. Every other man in this room looked like peeing their pants by just the mentioning of this Captain Henry. Oh, he surely couldn't be that cruel of a man.

"Where is Mr. Gibbs? Is he elsewhere or otherwise engaged? You're not him are you not?"

And another frown came from Killian, as the man in front of him suddenly went completely off the topic. "So, I take it you have no idea where to find this captain of the Black Pearl. That's a shame, cause I was just going to stump up some gold for another round of rum..."

Killian hadn't even finished this new tactic when suddenly a quiet yet familiar voice was talking to him from the inner lining of his coat, or rather from inside the lamp.

"Master!"

This time Killian gave up on correcting his friend to not call him master, especially because talking to the inner of his coat might let him appear even more cray-cray than the guy in front of him. Also, just this falling back into old patterns was another indication of the news he had must be something of importance. And so Killian was just listening.

"I heard someone say a ship has reached the shore."

He heard someone say? Being a genie might not only make you blue but also grant you a masterly sense of hearing.

"A ship with black sails..."

A sudden grin appeared on Killian's face.

[The Jester Of Tortuga]

"So, I take it you have no idea where to find this captain of the Black Pearl. That's a shame, cause I was just going to stump up some gold for another round of rum..."

Jack's lips curved into a smile at the mention of rum and the Pearl, his two favorite things.

"Oh aye. Jack Sparrow, liar, pilferer, bastard, master, plastered but more importantly Captain of the Pearl. Savvy."

Jack bowed his head and gave his hand a roll of curtsey.

"Now I believe you mentioned something about rum to this Captain..."

[DarkSideCookie]

"Oh aye. Jack Sparrow, liar, pilferer, bastard, master, plastered but more importantly Captain of the Pearl. Savvy.""Now I believe you mentioned something about rum to this Captain..."

For some more moments, Killian was just wordlessly looking at the drunk man when suddenly his words made him burst into short laughter.

"Nice try, mate." He gave this Jack Sparrow a clap on his shoulder. "But unless this captain Henry took the ship out from under you, that is no help. Well, wait, wouldn't be a help in that other mentioned scenario either. Anyways," he added with a sudden smile, silently hoping that this pirate wouldn't hark back to the part where Killian had offered to buy a round of rum. No pirate liked to offer anything but strokes or love towards a maid, but especially not rum.

"Thanks for killing my time." The smile widened to an ironic grin before he turned, intending to reach the shore before the real captain of the Black Pearl would enter and make a scene in the pub. Captains with a reputation like he seemed to have, usually enjoyed making a scene. But Killian had no time for this.

[Ariel]

It wasn't an extravagant sight to behold. But it was a job, and Dracula intended to fulfill the wishes of his Captain. Emerging from one of the far corridors of the port town's pub, a tinge of blood had drooled down Dracula's porcelain white chin. Feeling the remnants of evidence drying upon his lip, he lifted a finger to wipe it away before a casual by passer noticed that he was no ordinary man who enjoyed indulging in turkey legs and endless pints of any sort of liquid that could get you madly intoxicated. Dracula was well aware that Etta and himself would grow particularly busy over the next little while, and while the crewmates were distracted with booze and women, he figured he would try his best to get his own fill on sustenance. Though, sustenance of the vampirical kind. Satisfied once more, Dracula was now able to operate with a clear mind as he scanned the bar for any sort of sight of a Captain Jack Sparrow. Though, this place was crawling with pirates from all corners of the world, so singling one in particular out of a crowd was like finding a needle in a haystack. Dracula figured that if this Jack Sparrow was so special, then he would be able to tell his unique essence apart from the rest of the crowd once their paths had crossed. And that very moment happened as soon as Dracula sat down at the bar - right next to an eccentric pirate with a hook for a hand. 

"Bartender - yes, I'll have whatever he's having," Dracula called out to the worker behind the bar, giving the pirate next to him a bit of a cheeky side glance, "He looks like a pirate who knows his way around, after all." His stare locked with the pirate's before an ominous grin crept alongside of his face.

[DarkSideCookie]

At the end of the day, Killian could trust his persuasiveness or, rather, his leverage. Every pirate's Achilles' heel. More rum. This Sparrow figure surely had seen better days, as for his business, and Killian's mentioning of his former ship could not just be unheard. So the already drunk pirate had called out for him before Killian had even fully turned around, pretending to leave. Then, although rather to his unliking, he had made use of the won gold from his gambling before to make Sparrow drunker. Much drunker.

"Thanks a bunch," Killian had said with a grin as he helped the passed-out pirate get rid of that compass he had told him about during their little chitchat. He knew very well how to press the right buttons to get a story out of a failed pirate, longing to be someone great again, even if it's only a picture on a one-on-one. All Killian had to do after that had been waiting, for that ship with the black sails - without any doubt, the black pearl - to spat out its captain and crew, send them to where any pirate left after reaching land. The tavern.

Killian had been sitting there for another while, not long though, while his men had dragged Captain Sparrow into one of the rooms upstairs. "Captain Jack Sparrow...", he whispered in the direction of the lamp under his coat, his boots resting on the table and his hook clearly presented there as well. "My alias could have been something more... scary..., don't you think? Ah well, could be worse as well..." There came no answer from the inside of the lamp, although Killian was pretty sure that his friend wasn't taking a nap or something. This was probably just his pubertal - late pubertal - way to show him his appreciation about being told to stay inside.

Although his eyes were permanently scanning the door for newcomers so that he wouldn't miss the heroic figure of Henry, new captain of the Black Pearl, he grew with impatience minute by minute. The only arrivals were pirates that looked nothing like a captain and then an odd-looking man who even seemed misplaced in a tavern like this. With a sign, Killian turned his head back towards the table and his boots upon when, suddenly, just that man drew his attention back, this time with words and an almost obtrusive glance at him.

"Bartender - yes, I'll have whatever he's having,""He looks like a pirate who knows his way around, after all."

"Cheers, mate. But just to point it out: I'm not on the other ship," Killian added with a faggoty movement of his only hand, yet his slight grin made it obvious this was a joke. However, he felt like it, seriously, might be better to point it out by looking at the original Captain Jack Sparrow.

He kept the odd-looking man in view, wondering in silence if actually he could be part of the Black Pearl's crew. This guy truly didn't look like the usual. But then again, who was he to judge?

[Ariel]

"Cheers, mate. But just to point it out: I'm not on the other ship,"


The grin that had swiped across Dracula's face grew in amusement as an encased chuckle blew lightly through his nostrils, "Well, that's a pity. The eyeliner could have fooled me," Dracula poked back at the pirate in a half joking manner, "Though desirable, your enhanced and youthful complexion is not the reason why I've struck up a conversation here," Dracula clarified before receiving the pint filled with liquid into his polished claws, "My Captain has been searching for you...and I think you know why we've come...Captain Jack Sparrow." Dracula announced, his white, sharp teeth clenching together in an uncontrollable menacing yet satisfied grin as his eyes narrowed in on the pirate to catch any sort of reaction. The energy this pirate exuded fit Etta's description of the eccentric plunderer and wanderer himself, this just had to be him. Dracula felt it in his bones.

[DarkSideCookie]

"Well, that's a pity. The eyeliner could have fooled me,"

Killian replied with a look as if to wonder since when is eyeliner a sign of gayness? yet he said nothing, especially since it was clear that this had been a joke, as well.

"Though desirable, your enhanced and youthful complexion is not the reason why I've struck up a conversation here,"

Now he raised an eyebrow, somewhat rising with interest.

"My Captain has been searching for you...and I think you know why we've come...Captain Jack Sparrow."

Bingo! Killian's lips rose into a grin as well. He just hoped that they hadn't heard too much of him, the original Jack Sparrow, that was. He wouldn't want to do the whole acting, this fiddling with his fingers same as the language thing.

"Should I?" Killian asked, though, not only because he actually had no clue, other than that they were searching for a crew, but also to get the man to talk some more before accepting anything. However, before the other could have said more, he added more words himself. "Don't get me wrong, mate. I know how awesome and indispensable I am." A complacent grin played around his lips as he looked the strange-looking man back in the eyes, still waiting for more information.

[Ariel]

"Should I?"  "Don't get me wrong, mate. I know how awesome and indispensable I am." 

Dracula wondered if Jack Sparrow was testing him, as he had heard if anything not to underestimate this man's wit and senses of escape artistry. He shifted in his seat at the bar to face Sparrow more directly. Leaning in slightly as if to insinuate the contents of the conversation were merely for Jack's ears and not for the prying squanderers that casually passed by behind their backs, "I'm sure the rumors and whispers you've been hearing have lead you to this very port, in this exact bar - speaking with none other than the First Mate of the infamous Captain Henry," Dracula continued to lead on without giving too much away, "The Captain has a proposition to make with you, face to face. And surely, you'll want to hear it, Sparrow. Because as you know, we have something...very valuable of yours. Something you've been searching about for a while now." Dracula studied the pirate's features as they continued to brew of confusion. There weren't many windows in view of the ships anchored at the harbor from where they sat, so Dracula felt the need to improvise, "Allow me to show you what I mean, dear Sparrow. Take a gander into your pint and let me to reveal to you the truth in which I speak. One can always find a mirror if one tries."  Dracula's hand gestured to the pirate's pint, where if Jack Sparrow looked deep into the liquid, Dracula could enchant his mind to make him see his beloved Black Pearl parked just outside from the bar they sat at.

[DarkSideCookie]

Killian tried to look not too confused by the still cryptic and vague words from the other but seemed to fail, after all. At least he thought so when the man suddenly got more specific and even visual, as for the one thing they would have from Sparrow. As soon as Killian saw the ship - inside his pint at that -, he was remembering the name, although the first thing he did was to marvel over the image in general.

"Whoa! How did you... Ah, never mind," Killian stopped himself in the middle of the question. A lot of people were able to work magic, although rarely seen in places like this, and especially this guy looked a lot like some kind of dark sorcerer. However, it was still a funny thought that he shall be part of a pirate crew.

"The Black Pearl," he then confirmed that he was well aware of his own ship, looking back up at the man in front of him. "So, let's meet your captain," Killian announced, knocking down the rest of his drink. Of course, Killian couldn't make himself sound as enthusiastic about this foreign ship as the real Jack Sparrow would have, but he hoped that his acting was convincing enough to get on board it, for he'd heard enough from Sparrow to raise his interest.

[Ariel]

"The Black Pearl," "So, let's meet your captain,"

"Excellent," Dracula exclaimed as he pleasingly watched Sparrow down the rest of his drink in a gleeful manner. Had it been too easy? Not with a ship as grand as the Black Pearl on the line, Dracula figured inwardly. Just as Dracula's feet hit the floor of the bar once more, a reminder tickled his mind, "Oh yes. And Sparrow," Turning around to face a drunken Jack Sparrow once more, he raised a single finger in instruction, not wanting to leave out one more key detail that would be crucial to the plan, "You do have your compass, don't you? Bring it. Trust me when I say that surely there will be something in this for you," For all of us, Dracula thought to himself, his eyes wandering over to the crew members who were mingling in swash bucklers fashion with the fresh new meat that would be boarding with them. Indeed, this all-inclusive feasting arrangement had served to be more than what Dracula had hoped for as he now had Henrietta. All he had to do was stay on her good side, and protect her at all costs.

[DarkSideCookie]

"Excellent,""Oh yes. And Sparrow,"

For a short moment, Killian was afraid that he might have it made too easy for the other, making him appear suspicious, but as soon as the man went on, he eased again. He seemed to have swallowed the Sparrow pill, after all.

"You do have your compass, don't you? Bring it. Trust me when I say that surely there will be something in this for you,"

"Aye," Killian replied with a nod of his head and a slight grin before asking a question of his own. "Where and when do I meet you?" If he had his way, he'd be ready to set sails, but it was important to inform his own crew first, for Killian had to leave things to his first mate until he would be back from this solo adventure. However, Killian couldn't let the other one in on this necessity, of course.

[Ariel]

"Aye," "Where and when do I meet you?"

"In an hour aboard The Black Pearl herself," Dracula confirmed the time in which Sparrow should pay a visit to the Pearl, "When the clock strikes midnight and the full moon is casting it's light high above the sails docking the port. You shall find your precious treasure of the sea anchored at the very end of the wharf." Dracula bowed his head courteously in Sparrow's direction to bid him a momentary farewell. Suddenly, the rapid pumping of a quickened heartbeat emulated through Dracula's heightened eardrums, bringing his attention to an artery dancing along the side of Sparrow's neck. He paused, getting caught up in a thirsting trance for a moment, wondering what the great Captain Jack Sparrow tasted like, likely ripe and sweetest with this newfound excitement that seemed to have come over the pirate....Steady yourself, Dracula thought to himself. His eyes flickered up at Sparrow, and straightening himself upwards he gave the pirate a friendly grin as he recomposed himself, "Until we meet again, Jack Sparrow." Dracula turned, walking away from Jack Sparrow and in the direction of his crew, "Gather the men, we're heading back to the ship." Dracula gave orders, though he felt a little lightheaded from the moment of weakness he had just experienced. Looking down at his hands, he noticed that they trembled ever so slightly. Perhaps he was hungrier than he thought. Dracula turned to the crewmates that were looking back over their shoulder at him, wondering if he was coming with them, "I'll be right behind you, lads," Dracula confirmed, as he saw a young pirate with a fresh, porcelain complexion head down a corridor, "Just need to wrap up the recruitment campaign for this tour is all." The men nodded and kept pressing forward to the exit of the bar, while Dracula sauntered casually through the bar and down the corridor for his final meal before boarding the ship to report back to Etta.

*** Dracula exits ***

[DarkSideCookie]

Killian wordlessly nodded to the very lyrically given announcement regarding the place and time to meet again. This guy seemed a little theatrical, but there was worse. He was still an unusual figure on a pirate ship.

Just when he was going to ask if there was more, because the other one was still gazing at him, quite intensive, at that, he spoke up again first, saying his farewell.

"Until we meet again, Jack Sparrow."

"Aye, see you onboard," Killian replied with one hand lifted to his head before sitting back again, only for a bit, though. He wanted to make sure that the man was out and back to his own business before he'd take care of his own.


*** Killian exits ***