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THIRD ANNUAL TALK LIKE A PIRATE DAY (Good lord...) Open RP!

Crowley awoke, not in his comfortable bed inside Club 33, but disoriented and hung over on a bench in front of the castle, an empty bottle of rum still clutched in one hand, mouth fuzzy, and head pounding.

"Ngk."

He brought up the other hand to guard his bleary, uncovered eyes from the glaring sun. It took him a moment to realize that there was a great deal more frilly sleeve around his wrist than there should be. Another second later, Crowley ever so cautiously moved his hand down to again discover a mustache and double braided beard.

"Why is the rum always gone?"

It wasn't what he meant to say.

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((Hope Crowley doesn't mind; we just thought considering their history, it would make for fabulous awkward later on. XD))

John woke up certain that he hadn't been sleeping on that knife last night.

The knife that belonged to his father, the one that he would use once he reached into the chest and stabbed the heart...

He jolted up from his makeshift bed, rubbing the heel of his hand against his temple. He tried to remember if his shirt had been that, er, poofy yesterday, or if he had been quite so concerned with--

Turning and staring down, his eyes lit on that gorgeous cascade of hair, the delicate curve of her cheek. There was so much he wanted to tell her (and he should, he should tell her the truth, but he wasn't sure he could trust her), but instead he stole himself, played the upright hero and held his tongue.

Well, not entirely. He did lean down to her ear and whisper.

"Elizabeth..."

She stirred sleepily, a golden curl falling away from her face.

"Joh-" No, wait. She was confused, she'd been dreaming of pirate flags and strange gold coins. "Will?"

Opening her eyes, she looked up into his face and smiled softly. And then realized she was in her nightdress. "Will!" she squealed, clutching the blankets up to her chin. "What are you doing in my bedroom?"

Had her voice always been quite so high?

He tumbled backward and hit his head against the wall.

Had her voice always been quite so high?

"I-I'm sorry!" he exclaimed, scrambling to his feet. "I wouldn't have, I swear, only...." They were supposed to be looking something, weren't they? Looking for-- "Jack. I haven't seen him. It's possible he slipped off, and I--"

He was worried. Even with the many times they had been betrayed by the man, Will felt as though they may never be rid of all the ties that bound them to Captain Jack Sparrow.

"We have to find him."

"Jack."

There was a dearth of unspoken opinions about the pirate captain in her tone. "Of course he did. And of course we're going to go track him down again and force him to help us, which he will only do as long as it is in is own best interest."

Despite the fact that she was in one of her nicer nightdresses, the clothes tossed rather carelessly over the chair were the ones she'd used to disguise herself as a man; including her sword. That put her in something of a better mood.

"Go on then, I need to get dressed," she told him primly.

He nodded vigorously for a moment, paused to take in the sight of her a moment longer, then darted from the room.

Outside the sun was bright as it ever was, and looked twice as big. He held back a sigh and waited for Elizabeth to join him.

Hopefully none of the other crew were about to disturb their search. Hopefully Norrington wouldn't get to Jack before they did. Hopefully Jack would be sober enough to understand anything they said once they found him.

Crowley was not entirely sober, no. In fact, he was engaged in an intense conversation with the statue of Walt Disney which required a variety of large arm flourishes.

"... hit me right on me 'ead without so much as a bloody by your leave just to save 'is girl wot was not Bootstrap's daughter anyway..."

Walt was very understanding about his trials and tribulations.

Aer- Elizabeth, dressed quickly, and after admiring herself in the mirror for a moment, strode out to where Will was waiting and cocked her head at him.

"Well, what are you waiting for then?" she asked. "We're running out of time, Will, come on!"

And she set off in a completely arbitrary direction, a determined bounce to her step and the sword swinging by her side.

He scampered after her, determined not to let her out of his sight, lest some other foul creature take her from him. He would not see her kidnapped again.

"Elizabeth..." He looked all around them, turned about for good measure. "I see no water. No ocean. Not a ship in sight."

Elizabeth looked around as well, without slowing her pace.

"It must be somewhere," she insisted. "The sea. Weren't we just... oh Will, look! It's Jack!"

She took off at a run, shouting Captain Sparrow's name.

He swiveled around when he heard his name, nearly falling over. "Oh, look. It's Elizzzabeth. An' whatshisname. The eunich."

Looking up at Walt, he said, "Pardon me," and sauntered over to meet them.

((*ded at icon*))

"Jack..." Elizabeth tilted her head at him. Lord he smelt. "You're drunk," she accused. By which she meant, more drunk than usual.

((It seemed... extremely appropriate. XD))

"Jack!" John--no, Will (who was John?) sounded a fair bit more desperate. "Jack, where's the Pearl? It is vital that we return to open water."

"And you're skinny," Jack retorted, waving a hand to indicate her form. "We all have our faults, lassie."

Then he goggled at Will. "You lost the Pearl? My Pearl?!"

Will's jaw set irritably. "No one can lose the Pearl but her captain. If there is any fault to be found here, it surely lies with you."

He glanced briefly at Elizabeth, hoping she would back him.

"Does it really matter at this point?" she countered. "Bickering about it won't help us find her any faster. The thing we have to do now is figure out what happened to her and how to get her back. Yes?"

She raised her eyebrows first at Jack, then at Will, as if to say; 'come on now boys, play nice.'

And really, the comment about her figure was just uncalled for.

"That might be true," he slurred, "if a certain someone had not stolen it from me. You know, island, turtles... This ring any bells, mate?" Jack shook the empty bottle still grasped in his hand sadly.

Will was just about to pull out his sword and see if Jack remembered anything that way, when he arrived at the bell tower. "Barbossa? He's here?"

"I'm guessing," said Jack, as if to the hard-of-thinking, "and this is just a guess, mind, but I'm guessing he'd be with the bloody Pearl, right?"

He walked around Will and Elizabeth, looking them up and down. "So, we find Captain Barbossa, we find the Pearl. Savvy?"

"I'm afraid it will not be so simple," said a voice from somewhere above the area. Franziska was standing on top of a nearby building, where she lept to the ground and brandished her whip.

"Captain Jack Sparrow, I presume," she said. "And his pirate crew. You're under arrest by command of the British navy."

No, anything but--

"Norrington!" Will hissed. "You know perfectly well that Elizabeth and I are not pirates." He drew his sword. "But if you insist on being so pig-headed that you will not listen to reason, know that we are not defenseless. We are going to find the Pearl so that I can free my father. Do not stand in our path."

He sounded so determined when he put it like that.

Franziska seemed fully prepared to fight a sword using her whip.

"Once a pirate, always a pirate, I'm afraid," she sneered. "Though it is a shame that you've dragged a respectable young woman down with you. If you had had the foresight to accept my proposal in the first place, then I am certain your circumstances would be much improved, Miss Swann."

She lashed her whip at Will. "But I am afraid that I cannot stand by and allow you to escape. There is little I despise more than pirates."

"And there's little I despise more than... not pirates." It had sounded better in Jack's head. "But I can see you're busy, so..." He grabbed Elizabeth's arm and tried to drag her away from the burgeoning battle.

"James?" Elizabeth had been in the middle of asking. "Why do you have a whi- oh! Jack, what are you- let go!" She slapped at him rather ineffectually with one hand.

"Will, put that sword away, we haven't got time for this.

"You're completely right, Elizabeth, luv. There's no time for this." He started tiptoeing away very exaggeratedly. "Other things to worry about than this silly, um, man. Surely...," he mimed a 'snip snip' motion, "...can handle 'im."

Will didn't quite notice Jack's attempted escape with Elizabeth until she shrieked at him, but it would have to wait either way; the whip had caught his arm, and the sting reminded him of more pressing matters.

"I know you won't imprison Elizabeth. Promise me you will let her go, and then we can settle this like men."

Why did that sound wrong somehow?

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