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

[anthony-crowley.livejournal.com]

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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[anthony-crowley.livejournal.com]

Jack rolled his eyes. "Gibbs," he yelled looking past Norrington and... Dodgy? "Pintel, Ragetti, a moment of your time, if you would."

The second they turned around to see who else was coming, he was going to grab Will and Elizabeth and run for it. No navy man was going to take his, um, crew.

[perfect-karma.livejournal.com]

Franziska whirled around, ready to face whatever deadly pirate trio was heading her way. She cracked the whip in that direction for good measure.

[shake-bad-guys.livejournal.com]

Ray turned as well. For which he'd be kicking himself, although he'd been a little uneasy about the whole "hanging" thing.

[anthony-crowley.livejournal.com]

He... couldn't believe that actually worked. But Jack wasn't going to wait around for them to realize their mistake. Moving faster than his usual half-stagger would suggest he could, the Captain grabbed Will and Elizabeth by the arm and started to run, dragging them behind him.

[perfect-karma.livejournal.com]

Now that she realized that there were no reinforcements coming, she turned on Ray and whipped him angrily.

"You foolishly incompetent fool! Capture those pirates at once!"

[shake-bad-guys.livejournal.com]

Hey!

That freaking hurt! Ray backed quickly out of whipping range. "Your pardon, sir?"