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☠ 2nd Plunder ☠ What is that? {Accidental Video of Disaster!}

[Jack finally found his room after waking up outside and got all dewy from the morning. He doesn't realize the device is there and recording him as he's going through....everything. He's opening drawers, trunks, shuffling through papers and opening doors.

Once he gets to the bathroom, that's where the fun begins. The sounds of glass breaking, metal dropping into the sink, which would sound like a razor, boxes hitting the same said sink and Jack finally emerges with a tube of toothpaste. He appears to be talking to himself...and holding a conversation.]

Toothpaste. This is neither a tooth nor a paste nor does it look like a paste for a tooth.

[He squeezes the tube a little too hard and the white paste shoots everywhere and a little hits the device.]

Good going, Jackie. Now you made a mess.

It's awful sticky.

It smells funny.

[And he tastes it and blinks.]

Not bad. A bit strong though I still don't see how it could be a paste to paste a tooth. Do people's teef break easy here?

I don't know. Maybe we should ask.

Let's.

Okay.

[And he starts toward his door.]

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[Heather has been watching all of this for quite some time, half amused and half suspecting this dude is a retard.]

It's toothpaste. To brush your teeth. Keep 'em clean?

[He stops, backs up, and looks around then up, down and turns in a circle to find the source of the disembodied voice.]

Who said that?

[Oh brother, this is turning into some sort of comedy of errors.]

I did. I'm on your Blackberry... uh... box screen thing. It's on you someplace. You got toothpaste on it.

[He pats himself down and his hand smears that toothpaste all over the screen. Once he finds it, he picks it up, spits on the screen and wipes it off with his sleeve. Now instead of a huge white glob, there's a big smudge.]

Oh! How did you get in there?

[He turns it upside down and shakes it then rights it again.]

You're a might small for....whoever you are.

[Wow. He must be one of those... old timey dudes.]

Name's Heather. And I'm not really IN the Blackberry. It just broadcasts stuff. Like a... radio? Um, see, I'm really in my room. [She swivels hers to show off the teenage-y decor.]

[He manages to wipe off the rest of the goop from the screen to take a better look. His brow raises from the odd decor. His room looks very similar to what a ship's captain's room would look like, complete with a wheel that's on the wall.]

I'm Captain Jack Sparrow.

[He takes a few moments to let that soak in and now has realized that he's not in the Locker, he nods.]

Tia Dalma...she made something like that once only out of two bowls of water and a gold fish. It didn't last long. The monkey drank the water and ate the fish.

[It takes a few seconds, but between his outfit, the look his room, and his overall... cluelessness, she's able to piece it together.]

Oh my God. You're a pirate, aren't you?

[He holds out his arms and bows.]

One of the last, love.

[He straightens up.]

Most of us were hung, killed at sea or ran and gave up.

[He was somber for just that moment then reverts to his weirdness all over again and smirks.]

Now bring me that horizon. I've got a beastie to find.

[Damn, he's good.

A pirate. A sexy... pirate.

Damn.]

Uh... what kinda beastie is that?

[Hello there! He's from a time where statutory rape wasn't a law. Anyone over the age of 16 was fair game.

He rights himself and lifts his chin.]

The Kraken. So foul the beastie that any man that came in contact with it, died. Some survived to tell the tell of it's foul breath and odoriferous tentacly nature that many a sailor and pirate stayed clear of the deep. Not I. I braved that water and I came toe to toe with the Kraken.

[What he didn't tell her was that he was swallowed up by that foul thing and dragged into Davy Jones' Locker.]

[...A sexy pirate prone to tall tales, it seems.]

Uh... huh. Sure you did.

[He chuckles a bit from her disbelief but still holds on to his charm...or tries to.]

Does a person not believe a word another says anymore? Seems a shame to let a good story go to waste, love. What say you to a story a two from your world, eh?

[He leans on the wall with his head tilted back slightly.]

[Oh no, he's still plenty charming. She's just thinking he's full of shit.]

Well... I've got some stories... but I doubt you'd believe 'em any more than I'm gonna believe stuff about a cracking.. kraken? Whatever it is. But that's why I keep them to myself, if you know what I mean.

[And have a confused Jack. He's not sure if she called him a liar or not since it's highly possible that what she's saying does make a lot of sense. It's the whole part of not telling those stories that has him baffled.]

Uh...huh. Well, no sense wasting eggs.

[He grins and turns toward his door, while he managed to completely forget what he was about to do. Oh, right, taking a bath in the swimming pool sounded like a good idea.]

[Okay. Weirdo.]

Uh. See you around, then?

[Sexy weirdo.]

Perfectly fine by me, love.

[He hasn't quite figured out how to turn it off just yet. Little red buttons weren't invented yet. And so he grins and walks down the hall.]

[lmao, don't short it out in the pool, Jack.]

Oh. Kay. Bye.

[Hesitates.]

There's an Off Button, you know.

[Most likely, he'll take it off along with his belt and "effects". Again, clueless Jack is clueless.]

What's an off button? What's it look like?

[He's not entirely stupid. Modern technology simply eludes him.]

Um, it's red. And kinda like... under the screen... thing.

[He squints to find it and has to pick a bit of dried toothpaste from it.]

Oh! I think I-

[And the feed cuts off.]

[Smirk, to the blank screen.] Bye.

[Ed giggles, Jack is so funny!]

He's so silly! Toothpaste is to clean teeth!

[He's finally figured out that the random voices, thanks to Heather's tutelage, are coming from the blackberry that isn't a berry. He tried to lick it to prove that which didn't work out well.]

Ah! See then it should be called tooth soap and not a paste. Paste is for putting things together, eh?

True-true real too! But someone silly named it, Ed guesses.

Ed? A name such as Ed is good and strong, eh? Tell me, Ed, do you suppose that such a silly person would name a paste for teef when it should be a soap. What say you to renaming this pasty soap for teef tooth-soap?

[And thank god ignorance is bliss on this aspect because tooth soap sounds even worse.]

Ed picked Ed's name all by Ed's self!!

[Brow raises. He wasn't expecting that but hey, pirates picked their own names all the time. Some weren't very original though.]

Ah! Jack's name was picked by Jack's mother. What name did Ed have before...if you can remember. Still, Jack is curious about Ed as Ed is curious about Jack, eh?

Ed had lots of names.

[She grins]

Ed and Jack can rename things together!

[He grins.]

A name is but a name if not a code for those that know it. We'll start with this little box. What do you call it?

It's called a Blackberry. But Edward would call it...hmmm...

Squack box! It doesn't look like a blackberry and you can't make a pie out of it so since it does weird things, we can call it the Eavesdropper or the Housewife or the Gossipbox.

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