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I swear by my tattoo

Who: Blackbeard (Edward Teach) and YOU!
What: An Existential Crisis
When: End of April, beginning of May
Where: Everywhere
Warnings: Language?

[i. Nautilus]

This ship--floating city, really--is absolutely fucking MASSIVE. After all that weird introduction to the place, Ed's been wandering above and below deck with a wide-eyed, slightly baffled, slightly-awed, slightly alarmed look as he took in the metal hull, the lack of sails and rigging, the way you barely felt the roll of the ocean.

He had climbed over the rails and banged on the hull, amazed at the durability and evenness of the exterior. He had walked the longest of the decks, one foot directly in front of the other in an attempt to map the sheer scale of this beast. He had yet to figure out how the damned thing was moving.

He had tried to get into the wheelhouse, but that went down like a lead cannonball.

It was both the most amazing and most frightening place he had been in a long-ass time.

"This is wild."

[ii. Blow me down and pick me up! She swapped me for a trout]

Scattered around him are various drinking glasses, most empty, some with their garnishes still garnishing. He's eaten all the cherries, though, if they had cherries. And any citrus garnishes have been finished to their rind. Doesn't seem too keen on mint garnishes however.

"They come in so many colors--did you know that? This one is green!" He picks up a glass and points at the obviously green contents. "And none of them even TASTE like rum. How do they--and look, they have these little--" Ed plucks a paper umbrella from one of the cocktails, going almost cross-eyed to look at the parasol pinched between his fingers. "These little umbrellas! Look at that. How do you think they make 'em so small?"

[iii. Strange Man of the Seas]

By the end of it, this man with a scraggly salt-and-pepper beard and long hair, dressed in leather like a biker, is just laying on the deck. Not on a deck chair, just flat on his back on the floor, staring up at the sky.

Ed is overwhelmed. The lights--there's not a single candle to be had but everything is all lit up, and the casino even has colored lights, like stained glass but...not. There's a sink where he can turn a tap and the water can be hot or cold at request. The possibility of ghosts are the least of his concerns.

"But how the fuck is it moving?"

[iv. pick your poison]

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( what she is doing is scavenging for parts. what ed possibly doesn't know is if you wreck any part of the ship, it will be magically repaired the next day. and given that jinx is an inventor, she's been breaking various things -- to make bombs specifically. jinx is on the quest to find steel which is rather rough to obtain and uses a lot of muscle power to break from whatever its attached to. thus, she is inspecting the railing. although, she probably shouldn't mess with. one could fall off the boat without but again, that's not necessarily her problem if someone else can't walk straight.

jinx takes a step back with her hands on her hips; thinking. her gaze is back at ed -- still lying on the floor. she watches him for a moment and then finally approaching in him to loom over. then finally, she speaks: )

Hey, old timer. If you're gonna kick the bucket here, can I take what ya have?

( at least she asked this time instead of blatantly robbing. surely, that's improvement for her behavior? )

Edited 2022-04-28 00:10 (UTC)

Fuck off. I'm not old. You're like...12.

[Stupid kids thinking anyone over 20 was ancient.

Somehow, though he doesn't know about the auto-repair, it wouldn't surprise him. The ship revives people, apparently--why shouldn't it revive itself?]

I'm eighteen!

( she crouches down while draping her arms over her knees; eyes narrowing. )

Your beard makes you look like an ol' geezer. — How's that my problem?

Like I said, 12.

[Ed sort of glares at her--pouts, but Blackbeard doesn't pout--and pets his beard self-consciously and she's lucky he doesn't put a knife through her for that. Men have insulted Blackbeard with less and not lived to tell the tale.]

So it's gone a little gray-- Not everyone gets to be blue.

Yeah, you're right. Not everyone has good genes.

( with a smirk, she stands up right again then hands back on her hips again. )

So! — What's your story? Guessin' you're new here, huh?

[She's awful. She almost reminds him of Lucius.

He folds his arms and puts his hands behind his head, crossing his legs at the ankles and making himself comfier.]

New, yeah. No story to tell. Just a guy who went from one ship somewhere else to this ship here. The name's Ed.

Boy, that's gotta be a bummer...! Or not. 'Least you know how to handle sea sickness? I'm Jinx. Nice to meetcha.

( if he's going to make himself comfortable, so will she! jinx takes a seat right where she was standing -- cross legged with her elbows resting on her knees. )

Where were you off to?

Jinx--awesome name. Seems like something that could get you into trouble, but the awesome kind of trouble.

We were headed anywhere the wind would take us. It was Stede's ship, so he could pick the course. I was just along for the ride. [As co-captain, but--] The Revenge is a real looker, damn gorgeous ship. He had her special built. It's so ridiculous. This ship? All it's luxuries? Still has nothing on the Revenge.

Actually, I am the trouble. "Loose Cannon" is another nickname people back home called me. It's gotta nice lil' ring to it.

( jinx curiously listens to him; letting her fingers drum against one another. )

The Revenge, huh? Sounds reaaallly murderous. I like it!

Does indeed.

[And since she seems to appreciate the Revenge, he decides to upsell it.] One of the most feared ships on the high seas. Story has it, our captain, the Gentleman Pirate himself--and don't let the name fool you--has tangled with the infamous Blackbeard and lived to tell the tale. Ran him straight through with his sword. [Not a euphemism, promise.] Heard he's also subdued the monstrous Kraken, the giant terror from the bottom of the sea.

( hm. jinx quirks an eyebrow -- genuinely showing interest but also thinking he may be full of shit. but then again, everyone on the ship so far lived unique lives before coming on board. perhaps there are some truth to his little tale.

or he could just be a kooky old man that's going senile. that's also a possiblity. )

Uh-huh! Now it's startin' to sound phoney.

[He rolls onto his side, propping himself up with an elbow. Now listen here you little shit--]

It's the truth. [He pats his left side.] Got the scar and everything to prove it.

Sounds cooler though if 'm not Blackbeard when telling the story.

If you're suppose to be famous, sorry. — You don't ring any bells for me.

( and with that, she spins in her seat and flops down on her back -- to lie next to him because why not? )

Now, that's a first. [And actually kind of nice for a change.]

Get use to it 'cuz we're alll from different times and worlds. 'Least that's what I've been told.

Different ...worlds? What, like... Mars or something?

Like different universes or somethin'. I'm from a city called Zaun. And I bet it's a place you've never heard of, right?

[Universes??] There's lots of places I haven't heard of. Doesn't mean they're off the map.

Okay, you gotta point. But what's your explanation about magic-y people?

Magic-y people? A trick. A bit of science I don't understand yet.

Fancy you mentioned that! Where I'm from, the Pilties created magic with science. It's a pretty big deal 'till I took it. — And now it's an even BIGGER deal.

(jinx taps her mid-section a little with her hands.)

Don't got it on me, though, so that sucks.

[He raises a brow. Magic made with science, huh? Sounds like fuckery.]

That does suck. What's the thing do?

Makes a gateway! It'll take you from one realm to another realm. And it's also an explosive, that too.

In other words, that device could take us out of here. Or bring in more of us.

[Which is probably why she doesn't have it. But that could explain how they got here. And maybe the Captain has something similar on hand...somewhere on the ship.]