Ship - The Black Pearl - 4 Years BDC

[DarkSideCookie]

Killian, aka Jack Sparrow, at least, in the upcoming events, had left his ship and crew back to their own, going onto this mission with only Genie in his company. His blue friend was still hiding in his lamp to make his entrance no more complicated than it already was. It was hard enough to act like a man that he knew almost nothing about, but to his luck they didn't seem to either. Except for the fact that he was, or had been - to be more correctly - the owner of a compass leading anywhere your heart desired; Actually quite a fancy thing. Maybe he should have just left with that. Well, that was not why he was here in the first place.

Once he reached the entryway of the Black Pearl, Killian saw the man who had invited him. He rose one hand in a greeting gesture before throwing another look at the gorgeous ship. His awe easily could be mistaken for joy of reunion. Anyways, there was still no better ship than the Jolly Roger. That on his mind, letting his features look confident, Killian stepped closer to the crew and their first mate. "Here I am."

[Ariel]

"Here I am."

Dracula watched as the pirate's footsteps boarded the ship. Grinning from ear to ear, Dracula surveyed Jack Sparrow to see his reaction as the boarded the ship. Admiring his old specimen, as expected. Dracula was sure that he had the one and only Sparrow, former owner of the Black Pearl. Showing a hint of empathy, Dracula interjected as Sparrow approached closely, "Beautiful, isn't she? The Black Pearl, I mean. You've must have missed her so, I'd imagine." He implied with a tiny bit of small talk. Tipping his forehead in Smitty's direction discreetly, Dracula gave a silent nod of communication as to signal for him and the men to start getting them as far from the port as possible.

[DarkSideCookie]

"Beautiful, isn't she? The Black Pearl, I mean. You've must have missed her so, I'd imagine."

Killian was, indeed, a little confused by the comment until the first mate clarified that he was talking about the ship. Beautiful, yes, but still not as beautiful as his ship. To these men, however, he had to act like this was his ship. He put on an almost wistful face, maybe a little bit overacting, but, on the other hand, so seemed to be the real Captain Sparrow. "You've better treated her well," Killian said as he let his eyes wander over the deck and sails one more time, and then back to the man in front of him.

[Ariel]

"You've better treated her well,"

Dracula let a chuckle escape before addressing Sparrow once more, "The Captain runs this ship tightly, only a fool would think otherwise." Dracula spoke in their defense as the ship sailed farther away from the port and into the open sea, "Well, I'd say your presence aboard this ship warrants some celebration, don't you think?" Dracula grinned, snapping his fingers in the direction of one of the crew members, "Fetch us the finest rum we have on this ship," Dracula beckoned, and within seconds the crewmate returned with a large bottle of rum and two glasses, passing one to Jack first and then to Dracula before he poured them full, "To the famous Captain Jack Sparrow and his Black Pearl." Dracula raised his glass in the toast before lowering it to his lips. He wasn't going to drink much of it at all of course. It was all part of the distraction plan to get Sparrow as far from the coast as possible without him noticing.

[DarkSideCookie]

"Well, I'd say your presence aboard this ship warrants some celebration, don't you think?"

Killian questioningly rose an eyebrow at first, but when the man ordered one of the crew members to bring some rum, the finest even, a satisfied grin was spreading across his face. If there was one quirk that every pirate shared, then it was their weakness for alcohol. It would make them miss the most obvious trick, just like the one he had played on the actual Captain Jack Sparrow only hours before. One might think that Killian must be wiser now, but he was, just as well, only a pirate after all.

"To the famous Captain Jack Sparrow and his Black Pearl."

"Aye! To me and the finest ship that ever crossed the sea!" Killian took the bait like a fish on the angle, following the other man while enjoying the rum they shared with him.

Even Genie, still waiting inside his lamp, was rolling his eyes at his master's carelessness. If the rum got poisoned, he would probably be dead by now.

"So, when will I meet your captain?" Killian eventually asked.

[Ariel]

"So, when will I meet your captain?"

"In due time. You can trust that I am a man of my word, Sparrow," Grinning, Dracula assured Jack Sparrow, and turning his body slightly he placed an arm around Sparrow's shoulders to guide him around the deck of the ship. The ship sailed farther and farther away from the port and Dracula figured as long as he could keep the pirate's glass full then his work would be made easy until Etta was ready to meet with him, "But first, tell me Sparrow, I am most intrigued by the compass that you have brought aboard of this ship. How does it work exactly?" Dracula prodded for information as Etta didn't exactly go into detail about a whole lot, and rightfully so on her part. Yet, he was curious and simply couldn't help himself.

[DarkSideCookie]

Killian was aware of the ship moving away from the port, but he didn't bother that. He had Genie with him, with still one wish left for him, and his crew members would be doing fine on their own for a while. Besides, he was a pirate, after all. But as much as he enjoyed the rum, Killian was playing along, pretending to be much more careless than he actually was, for the only lead he had was this ship anyway.

"In due time. You can trust that I am a man of my word, Sparrow,""But first, tell me Sparrow, I am most intrigued by the compass that you have brought aboard of this ship. How does it work exactly?"

"Sorry, mate," he replied with rejection this time, "as trustworthy as you look," which was not the case, "I'd love to talk to your captain before sharing any information with anyone around. You don't take it amiss on me, do you?" With a grin, Killian downed the rest of the rum and held out the glass to the man he had just unsatisfied. He might play along, but that didn't mean he had to act like a total fool.

[Ariel]

"Sorry, mate,"  "as trustworthy as you look," "I'd love to talk to your captain before sharing any information with anyone around. You don't take it amiss on me, do you?"


Dracula smirked outwardly as he watched Sparrow down the rest of his rum, one of the crew mates on alcohol duty immediately rushing over to fill his empty glass. Dracula, of course, didn't expect anything less of the experienced pirate. He was just as experienced in his craft as he was in drunkenness, and even in the depths of his tipsiness did he still possess a strand of restraint. Dracula could respect that, "Of course not," Dracula nodded in affirmation as he reached behind the pirate to pat him on the back, "Forgive me for my forwardness. I expect nothing but the absolute best from one of the greatest pirates that have ever sailed the seas," Dracula smothered Jack in flattery as they set course farther and farther out into the open sea.

[DarkSideCookie]

"Of course not,""Forgive me for my forwardness. I expect nothing but the absolute best from one of the greatest pirates that have ever sailed the seas,"

Killian was not to catch with flattery, not so much from men, at least. He got the intention behind anyways but still was playing the unconcerned and the pirate who would not notice a ship setting a course. They should think they were at an advantage. As long as Killian had Genie, no one would be.

"You are forgiven, mate," he replied as his eyes rose from the refilled glass of rum and back to the first mate. Then he took another sip, this time, not too quick, though. After all, he needed a clear mind, as he wasn't even aware of what was to come yet. "Any more questions?" Killian asked still in this unworried tone.

[Ariel]

"Any more questions?"

Dracula could sense that the Pirate was growing annoyed with the antics and simply wanted to speak with the Captain. Yet, the time hadn't come yet although it was close. Relaxing his demeanor, Dracula matched his nonchalant expression with Jack's as he gave the Pirate a friendly and confirming grin, "I understand you desire to get to business. Though, tell me, Sparrow, as I myself have quite an appetite for adventure but you - you've seen it all. Tell me, what was it that your latest expedition entail? Krakens, ghost pirates, some crazy nights at the saloons?" Dracula questioned the Pirate with great enthusiasm as he was interested to hear the legendary stories straight from the source.

[DarkSideCookie]

"I understand you desire to get to business. Though, tell me, Sparrow, as I myself have quite an appetite for adventure but you - you've seen it all. Tell me, what was it that your latest expedition entail? Krakens, ghost pirates, some crazy nights at the saloons?"

Killian watched the extravagant man for a couple more seconds before taking another sip of his rum, still looking nonchalantly. He didn't spend much time with this Sparrow guy, but that man had seemed rather carefree to him. Unlucky, that for sure, but like he didn't take life and fate too seriously, maybe not even believing in such a thing as fate. Killian lowered the glass again, then let a slight grin shown on his features. He should be a little more accommodating, shouldn't he? "Aye," he replied with one hand on the other man's shoulder, acting tipsier than he actually was. "This captain here," Killian says with a pointer at himself, "has many a tale to share. So prick up your ears, my friend." Killian himself surely had a lot of true stories to tell, but, right now, he prefers to tell only lies, much easier while taking in his surroundings. He certainly would do good making himself familiar with this ship some more before finally meeting with its captain.

[Ariel]

"Aye," "This captain here,"  "has many a tale to share. So prick up your ears, my friend."

Dracula allowed the man's grasp to rest on his shoulder. If it meant doing his job well, then so be it. Dracula acted enthralled with the conversation, growing rather giddy with excitement as Sparrow was about to personally let him in on a tale or two of the open seas, "Oh my ears are certainly pricked, my friend," Dracula started as he leaned in with a listening ear, "And waiting to hear what marvelous adventures you have embarked on as of late." The man appeared to be growing woozy at the sip, which worked out in Dracula's favor more and more. Etta did not wish to speak with him until tomorrow, and if he could get this pirate to sleep like a baby then his job would be well done.

[DarkSideCookie]

Killian was telling one story after another, of things he'd never done but heard, same as of things that simply came to mind. While the count made sure to refill his glass on a permanent level, he made sure not to drink much more than necessary to make the first mate believe that he was drunk enough to fall asleep like a baby as soon as they left for their cabins. With the time ripe, Killian felt the effect of the rum a little too much after all. However, he would talk to Genie to help him out with that. Being befriended with a Genie had quite some advantages. Some wishes, as long as not worded as such, his blue friend would fulfill as a friendly turn.

About two hours later, Killian was back to sober, and Genie pretended to be part of the crew on the watch. There always was some kind of bluish mantle with his disguises, but, at least, it was in the middle of the night by now, which made it, more or less, mix up with the reflections of the sky and moon.

Killian was hidden behind a pile of barrels, waiting for the coast to be clear. He didn't see anyone else around but didn't trust this figure looking like a dark witcher or something to need sleep even. That man surely was wandering around somewhere. No, he wouldn't dare coming out of his hideout and walk towards the captain's cabin until Genie didn't give him the sign, which hadn't happened yet.

[Ariel]

Sooner rather than later the great Jack Sparrow appeared to be passed out behind a pair of barrels. Dracula figured his mission was complete and a job well done was in order. Smirking smugly to himself, he knew that things had gone according to plan. The ship had taken off far from the port onto the open water, and Jack Sparrow didn't know from his boots to his nose. He wandered nonchalantly around the deck, keeping an eye on the other swashbucklers on deck to ensure that they were keeping their posts. 

[DarkSideCookie]

Genie had been told who to keep an eye for, and since that who had been described to him as rather unique, it didn't take him long to recognize said person. Oh boy, that dude looked like he was attending a horror stage play.

Genie let his eyes wander around again, in search for his master, assuming that he was hidden somewhere, obviously well enough not to even get detected by him. So he turned his focus back to the first mate to not miss the chance of distracting him.

Genie then, purposefully, let the spyglass slip out of his hands, making sure that it would land close to where the man in black was walking without actually hitting him. "Oy!" he exclaimed in a pretended flurry, leaning his whole upper body over the rim of the lookout. "I'm very sorry, Sir! Uh-- Would ya mind givin' me a helpin' hand?" Genie asked from above.

[Ariel]

"Oy!"  "I'm very sorry, Sir! Uh-- Would ya mind givin' me a helpin' hand?"

"Attention, mate," Dracula scolded the crew member up in the crows next, "I surely hope you haven't been getting into the rum on the job? If so, the Captain surely will not be impressed with your performance," He forewarned the crew mate before letting out an exhaled sigh, picking up the spy glass from the ground "But suppose I am here to assist you with your dire needs. I'll be right up," Dracula made his way upwards into the crows nest and handed the crew mate back his instrument, "Please be more responsible with your post, or the Captain will hear about it next time." Dracula told the gentleman.

[DarkSideCookie]

"Attention, mate,""I surely hope you haven't been getting into the rum on the job? If so, the Captain surely will not be impressed with your performance,"

Genie escaped a nervous chuckle at that. Not because the man would be right with his apprehension - he actually thought pirates would drink all the time - but because he feared that could have been it. He had to distract the first mate long enough to give his master time to sneak away from his hideout and into the captain cabin.

Genie relaxed immediately when the man kneeled down to pick up the spyglass anyway. He used the short moment of their eye contact breaking to glance over at Killian, giving him a silent sign with his eyes and little gestures, luckily finishing just in time before the other looked back up at him, joining him in the crows nest then even.

"Please be more responsible with your post, or the Captain will hear about it next time."

He nodded, still slightly nervous, this time due to the man's dark aura that sent a chill down his blue spine. "Yes, Sir! I- I will! Pinky swear!" Genie added more jokingly then, crossing his fingers in front of the other. Out of the corner of his eyes, he noticed his master sneaking away, which made him relax a tiny bit at least. He could only hope that this first mate wouldn't want to continue their talk because something about him was creepy as shit.

[DarkSideCookie]

An inner sigh of relief leaves Killian once the first mate finally turned his full attention towards Genie in the crow's nest, picking the spyglass up, going to join him upwards. So the coast was clear, okay, but- Man, he was just glad that his blue friend had stopped the wild gesturing before the other could have noticed them. Genie was unquestionably helpful but not always the most discreet mate, his lookings not even included in this.

Killian was waiting for the first mate to be up in the crow's nest with Genie before coming out of his hideout behind a stack of barrels. Quickly but also carefully, he made his way toward the captain's cabin then. He might not have been on this ship before, but he knew of the extravagancy every pirate captain liked, himself included of course.


*** Killian steals himself into the captain's cabin ***

[Ariel]

"Yes, Sir! I- I will! Pinky swear!" 

"Very well," Dracula responded, as the instrument slipped lightly though his fingers back into the crew mates. He saw the mate's gaze gander slightly, something peculiar indeed. Dracula remained in place beside the gentleman as he turned his body towards the sea and took a deep inhale. He exhaled the salty ocean air as he continued to point his eyes over the ever waving ocean water, "What is your name, mate?" Dracula asked gently, and yet commanding all at once as he surveyed the nightly landscape.

[Hollywood Heidi]

For a couple of days after Maui's departure, Etta did not get much sleep.  Feeling she needed to always be on alert, she'd slept lightly, tossing and turning while her mind concentrated on listening for any intrusions.  Finally, after having gained a trust in Dracula and giving him the role of First Mate, Etta had been able to simply allow herself to disappear into peaceful sleep once again.

Still catching up on the restless nights, she'd had the added exhaustion of a stressed-filled day, helplessly stuck aboard, pacing and worrying and wondering if they'd finally cross paths with Sparrow and be successful in getting him on board.  Stress also always accompanied new crew, never quite knowing if they'd acquired another Hobson-like troublemaker who ignored her heated warnings in her welcome speech of very unpleasant death-filled promises that came with causing her any threat.  The fact that she was postponing her speech so avoid anything that might have scared off Sparrow made it worse.  They only had the passing on of the warning from existing crew to hope for in the meantime.

Needless to say, she'd been exhausted by the time she'd finally been able to fall into her small bed and let herself sleep soundly, knowing that Dracula was right next door where his supernatural senses would pick up the slightest hint of anything amiss in her vicinity.

But someone had distracted him away from his usual direct vicinity, and so, the monster within her, nearer the surface when she was pulled from the forefront into deep sleep, always listening and on alert as predators tended to be, became alert as her heightened predator senses picked up the sound of the tampering of the lock to her cabin.


Etta startled awake at the feeling stirring within her, panicked over the thought of losing control.  Her eyes, glowing ice blue with the hint of the predator near the surface, fixated on the door as it slowly and quietly opened.

The alcove of her small bed shadowed her and the sleeping area, giving her a benefit over the intruder.  She quickly closed her eyes, figuring her heightened senses meant they might be glowing, and kept quiet and calm, both to keep the intruder assuming the Captain was fast asleep as well as attempting to calm the beast so that she could remain in control.  She did not like that the monster lingered so close to the surface, but its heightened senses were immensely helpful.

Eyes still shut, Etta slowly and discreetly pulled the blankets to the side to free her legs as she waited, her heightened hearing picking up every soft footfall and gaging the distance better than she'd have been able to do with her normal, unheightened eyes in the sparse light of moonlight coming through a small sliver in the drapes.


She listened carefully... three steps away... two... one...  She heard the rustle of clothing as the intruder shifted closer and she watched now, through the smallest slit in her eyelids, pouncing as soon as his hand was within reach.

In swift, graceful motion, Etta grabbed the intruder's wrist as she shot to her feet, twisting it smoothly from his hand to hers as she propelled them both in a half circle until she had him pinned to the outside wall of the alcove with his own dagger now at his throat.

"You're either new, or a bloody idiot," she bit out angrily with purposeful, practiced meditative breaths of someone trying to control their temperament.  Her eyes, still with that cold, ice blue glow of a night predator was trying to take in the face of the intruder when the glint of something familiar on the dagger pulled her attention.  The etching of 'Milah' on the blade had the goosebumps of familiarity and impossibility tingling through her entire being.

It was the dagger she'd taken off Killian.  The one she'd stabbed into her own side to try to convince the Dark One that she hadn't had a part in helping Killian and his men free Belle.  The one the Dark One then took and, she assumed, had been used to kill the man she'd lifted it from with.

Keeping the blade in place at his throat, she extended her arm and reach with her free hand to pull back the curtain.  Moonlight flooded them both and she stepped back in disbelief, slowly lowering the knife as the beast within quieted at the sight of him, her wide eyes returning from the cold, ice blue to her own warm, hazel.  "How--You can't be real.  You're dead," she said matter-of-factly, distractedly trying to wrap her mind around reality.

Was she dreaming?  She must be dreaming.  Yet the chill of the night with only her sleeping chemise to hardly keep her warm and the cold floor against her bare feet felt very real.  There was also the lack of emotions that would have flooded her with that magical warmth at such a miraculous reunion.  Even without her heart in place, certainly her dreams would have given her the memory of what something like this would have felt like to give her the illusion she was actually feeling.

[DarkSideCookie]

When the first mate let his eyes wander over the waving ocean water, Genie was growing insecure again. Did this mean that he got spared a further conversation or that the other would go into something deeper even? And the following question was the first to make him swallow a bit nervously again.

"What is your name, mate?"

"Ge..." Oh, no, no. He can't give him his real name, for that was more like a title, a revelation of what he was instead of who. A name. A name. "Jim," he quickly replies with a forced smile. "That's my name, yep."

[DarkSideCookie]

Although Killian usually was one who didn't rush into a situation unprepared and carelessly, he ended up not noticing that the captain was not fast asleep but, instead, on alarm as soon as he had opened the door. Or maybe it was the rum in his blood that made him become uncareful. Anyways, he trusted in his skills of slowly entering a room, very slowly and quietly closing the door behind him, especially since he found that he was doing very well with the darkness around them at that. Killian's failure probably also was that he was too self-aware at times, maybe at much more times than he thought.

He might not have come up with an exact plan as for how to act out the whole thing, but at least as for the first step, which was to get a hold of the sleeping captain and the upper hand on a stranger ship with a shady first mate around. Despite the darkness around, and the rum inside of course, Killian managed somehow to take further steps towards the bed, still slowly and carefully.

He could hear someone breathing, mistaking it as a deep sleep. As soon as he dared to reach out, in his hand his dagger, about to get said upper hand by threatening this man, suddenly, someone grabbed his wrist. There came no tone from him, but his eyes widened in surprise and shock. Shit. And before he could have seen it coming, Killian was pinned against a wall, the cold steel of his own dagger meeting with his throat. Shit, shit.

Just as he was going to utter words, the other preempted him, surprisingly female at that. So Captain Henry was a bloody woman? Who would have thought that?

"You're either new, or a bloody idiot,"

Killian would not right away recognize her voice, especially not since their meeting lay quite some time in the past, and also because he thought that Etta was dead, murdered by the hand of the crocodile, the same being that took a beloved from him once already. Maybe the pair of ice blue eyes, glowing in the dark, had something to do with him missing that fact as well.

"Look, mate, I can explain..." Killian started yet wouldn't come far as the captain reached for the curtains, soon sending them both into a moment of silent disbelief, with the moon lighting their faces for each other. Forgotten was the fact that he'd been staring into ice blue glowing eyes before, displaced by the image of a ghost in front of him. Well, this had to be a ghost because he had no other explanation for how this was possible?

"How--You can't be real. You're dead,"

"Believe me, love, I'm just as clueless," Killian replied with words just coming out while he was still in a shock, a positive shock for sure, yet a shock. More words wanted to come out of his mouth, questions mostly, but they just wouldn't, not for now. So, again, he acted spontaneously, impulsive even.

With one fast movement, Killian took that step she had brought between them before to steal another kiss from the woman who had stolen his heart some time ago. And bloody hell, this felt very real.

[Ariel]

"Ge..."  "Jim," "That's my name, yep."

"Jim, is it? I have not been familiar with your presence amongst the crew until this very moment. You must be...," Dracula's voice trailed off mid interrogation of this supposedly new crewmate he had never seen before. His claw-like fingertips suddenly grasped the edge of the crow's nest as a surging sensation held him captive for a mere moment, "...new." Dracula finished his sentence in an almost whispering tone. He looked to the side in bewilderment, grabbing his bearings before the realization hit him. It was Etta. Hyde had been awakened, his monster was in danger. Dracula did not spare Jim another word before he flung himself over the crow's next and slid back down to the deck at a rapid speed. He darted through the ship with dire urgency to rush to Etta's side, unknowing what kind of peril she could possibly be in.

"Etta!" Dracula's tone was pressing direly as he burst through the Captain's quarters - and stopped dead in his tracks at the sight that was on full display. Jack Sparrow had his hold on Etta as he kissed her. Dracula marched angrily up to the pirate and forcing his way in between them he grabbed Sparrow by the collar with both of his hands and slammed him up against the wall of the ship.

[Hollywood Heidi]

"Believe me, love, I'm just as clueless,"

Killian's expression looked as if it mirrored her own. Had he thought her dead as well? But why would he have thought so? Did the Dark One lie to them both? Did he know--

Killian was suddenly in front of her, a little gasp of surprise cut off with Killian's kiss. She melted right into it, her thoughts scattering to the wind with memories of this similar situation when they'd first met taking their place. That magnetic attraction was there, stronger than ever. And apparently lust worked just fine without one's heart in place. But the feeling of butterflies, of that magical tingling warmth that spread throughout her body from head to toes as her heart began to race, was only there in memory.

Perhaps she wouldn't have been caught by surprise if her heart had been in place. She probably would even have met him halfway if it wasn't only her mind, which had been caught up in working out solutions to sudden questions, that had been playing a part.


The cold night was starting to feel balmy as she kissed him back and let herself become completely enveloped in just the two of them. The dagger slipped from her fingers and clattered to the floor, but she didn't register the feel or sound of it and just as she was beginning to raise her arms to wrap them around his neck, he was suddenly no longer there.

Etta blinked at the empty spot he once stood, trying to regain her wits about her. The feelings she remembered she had for him had her regaining them quickly, taking in the door, still swinging on its hinges, then whipping her head over to see that Dracula now had Killian pinned against the cabin wall.

So caught up had she been that she hadn't even heard the door burst open or Dracula enter. Seeing Killian pinned in Dracula's clutches made her hyper aware of her surroundings now. "Drac! Stop!" she called and she rushed over, but he was caught up in his predatory level of protection and did not seem to hear her. Images of what Dracula had done to others he'd held in a similar fashion had the threat of harm to Killian stirring the monster within her. Etta placed herself beside Killian, using her hands and the boost of strength from the monster to pry one of Dracula's off Killian to place herself between them. "Count Dracula!" she said, using his full name and title in warning to gain his attention, the icy blue glow starting to enter her eyes once again. "You will not harm him!" There was an underlying growl of a predator protecting what was there's in her voice as she took a menacing step forward to get Drac to release his other hand from Killian.

Never before had she turned against Dracula in any way, and even the monster, always so docile and obedient toward Dracula, almost as if it was out of its control to be anything but, was currently emitting a low growl toward him. Etta meant Dracula no real harm and she knew he knew that. She felt protective over him as well, but it was as if she couldn't help herself. The drive to protect Killian felt almost animalistic, overriding her common sense and messing with her control, endangering the lives of everyone on the ship, including Killian's.

[DarkSideCookie]

"Jim, is it? I have not been familiar with your presence amongst the crew until this very moment. You must be...,"

Genie could feel a heavy lump in his throat when the other made a sudden pause in the middle of his sentence. Shit. Had he figured that something was off with them? Hopefully, that would only go for him, though. Genie was good at getting himself out of a hairy situation, but not so sure if his master was.

"...new." the man in front of him finished eventually, in almost a whisper at that.

Genie swallowed down the lump in his throat. Just when he was going to say something, the first mate, very suddenly, flung himself over the crow's nest, not very humanly at that, and left him standing without any more word. Shit, shit. All Genie could do was watch him heading for the captain's cabin, probably to meet Killian.

The Genie bit his lip with feelings of guilt, although things had happened way too fast, even for him. And also, he wouldn't want to get them into even deeper trouble by showing his powers.

[DarkSideCookie]

While the other experienced only memories of butterflies, Killian could feel them even more present this time. He had believed her dead, and now, here she was, kissing him back. He surely had a lot of questions, but they could wait.

And just when the pirate wanted to lead them towards the bed, to make this a little bit more comfortable for them, with only one first step made, something was yanking him around pretty hard. A sound of surprise left his throat before Killian found himself once again pinned against a wall, this time much more brutally, though. And just like Etta, he hadn't taken notice of someone entering the cabin or calling out her name before.

"Drac! Stop!", Killian heard Etta call out for the man somewhere in the background. His attention, however, was lying ahead. Was this man, this- creature, going to kill him?

"Count Dracula!""You will not harm him!"

At this very moment, Killian wasn't actually sure which he found more intimidating: The first mate pinning him against the wall like an animal in a blood rage or Etta threatening said animal by calling out its name, with a growling in her own tone. What the bloody hell was this?

[Ariel]

The surging anger overwhelmed Dracula's being. How are someone come onboard Etta's ship, under false pretenses and try to take advantage of her as if she were some sort of object! He held her at the highest regard and vowed to protect her no matter what. And here he was, with the "captain jack sparrow" pinned to the wall as he caught him trying to pull some sort of fast one on his beloved captain. But why? The whole situation was so bizarre, but he felt incredibly protective and loyal over the one he cared for and had much more in common with than she knew. His claws dug into the pirate's clothing as he bore his fangs and growled mercilessly.

"Count Dracula!"  "You will not harm him!" 

Dracula's gaze whipped around to Etta's which had turned an icy blue color. Dracula knew that there was much more present than Etta in this moment, and was aware of the strength they were capable of. Fangs still protruding from his mouth, he turned to the pirate and let out a light but warning hiss in his direction before removing his claws from his shirt, slowly backing away with his hands up in surrender. 

"I apologize, my Captain," Dracula began apologetically, "I did not understand the matter at hand. So, if I may ask, if this man is not the infamous Captain Jack Sparrow, than whose acquaintance do I get the pleasure of meeting? Dracula asked, half asking his captain for forgiveness through his tone.

[Hollywood Heidi]

"I apologize, my Captain," "I did not understand the matter at hand.

"You were just doing your job," she said with a forgiving nod. 'Protecting me. Protecting the ship from me.' With her back to Killian, her expression gave a silent apology in return for having used the monster against him. It would have to do for now as she did not want to reveal her dark, shameful secret to Killian. Etta was unsure how she'd even done it. She'd been so driven in protecting Killian with the only kind of weapon that might stand a chance against Dracula that she'd managed to maintain some control over the monster within her in order to do so. Or perhaps it was the monster taking some control, Etta's need to protect Killian so fierce that it had become the monster's need as well? Something to ponder and perhaps discuss with Dracula at a more private time.

Etta turned to look over Killian. "Are you alright?" she asked, taking her own assessment and finding no damage beyond a couple of holes in his clothing, thanks to Drac's claws.


"So, if I may ask, if this man is not the infamous Captain Jack Sparrow, than whose acquaintance do I get the pleasure of meeting?"

Etta half turned, glancing at Drac in confusion. "Why would you think--" A sudden realization dawned on her and she swiveled her head to pin an accusatory gaze on her unexpected guest. "Killian, why did my First Mate believe you to be Jack Sparrow?"

[DarkSideCookie]

Killian was still too confused to really listen to the ongoing conversation between Etta and the- man, or whatever else he was. For sure, a creature he wouldn't want to meet alone at night.

"Are you alright?"

"Uh- yah," he answered Etta's question while looking down at the holes in his clothing and back at her.

"So, if I may ask, if this man is not the infamous Captain Jack Sparrow, than whose acquaintance do I get the pleasure of meeting?"

"Why would you think--"

Suddenly, she paused, looking back at Killian. Oh, right. There still was this one thing about Sparrow and the Black Pearl. Oh, wait! No more need to pretend being someone else because, with Etta being the captain, Killian will be very welcome as the person that he is.

"Killian, why did my First Mate believe you to be Jack Sparrow?"

"The better question is: why did the Crocodile make me believe you be dead?" Killian counter-questioned, now back to his usual casualty. Did something happen between them that made the Dark One actually believe she would be dead, or was he just making cruel fun of him? Either way, he'll pay for it.

[Ariel]

"Killian, why did my First Mate believe you to be Jack Sparrow?"



"The better question is: why did the Crocodile make me believe you be dead?"

Dracula grew quiet, as his gaze panned between Etta and this Killian. There was history, as well as drama that began to brew. He felt as if he was watching a romantic drama story unfold as he prepared himself to settle in while details were expected to be explained. He let out a subtle "Ahem," to grab both of their attention before proceeding further with speaking in their caught up moment, "Forgive me, but it appears that I may have missed out on a chapter or two," Dracula admitted as he looked to Etta for answers, "Crocodile? By what or whom does this pirate mean? And why would he speak of you as deceased?" Dracula pondered as he waited for an explanation.