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[ Piccolo grunted as he sat up from his place on the ground. Wait...He shouldn't be sleeping! He was supposed to be finishing off that little brat Goku! Could this be another trick by Kami?! Piccolo frantically looked at his surroundings. He didn't seem to be in any sort of bottle...or rice cooker for that matter. It was just a pretty regular looking room, it did seem deserted and in rather poor upkeep. Like that mattered to Piccolo. In a mindless fit of rage he sent a blast at an old bedside table completely annihilating it]

DAMMIT KAMI! WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU?! HOW DARE YOU DO THIS TO ME! YOU'RE ONLY PROLONGING THE INEVITABLE! I WILL KILL THAT BOY AND TAKE MY PLACE AS RULER OF THE WORLD!

[Something didn't quite feel right, he could usually at least sense Kami regardless of being sealed away or transported or whatever trick he had done. Either way it did make him feel quite a bit better to get that off his chest, but no where near better enough. He then proceeded to storm out of the room pulling the door clean off it's hinges and then trowing it into a wall leaving a rather large crater and then blasting that into oblivion as well. He will probably continue his tantrum until someone or something distracts him]

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That's a different pig you fool! Where did the other one go?!

[Piccolo begins looking around frantically for the disappeared pig]

That pig went in the fog. I'm not sure where that other pig came from.

[Now he was just as confused as Piccolo.]

Ah!!

[He takes running off in the other direction after the second pig.]

Get back here, you slimy, mangy, cur! I'll find your brethren and we shall find your secret!

[While Jack decided to go chase after the other pig Piccolo focused on the spot in the fog where pig number one decided to disappear. He shoots a Ki-blast into the fog... and it doesn't come back! He turns around in triumph]

HUMAN! I FOUND THE WAY O-

[Oh I lied Piccolo, have that blast hit the back of your head]

[Jack turns around and sways, then looks over his shoulder while in the process of losing the pig to see the beam it Piccolo on the back of the head and blinks.

With a drunken gait, he slowly returns to his big green companion and leans down.]

A shovel is much safer.

[He offers his hand to help Piccolo up and hands out a bottle of vodka that he found that he tucked in his vest.]

It's not rum but it works in getting rid of headaches.

[Which only applies for someone that has a perpetual hangover.]

[Piccolo swats Jacks hand away and stands up on his own. He would NEVER stoop so low as to accept help from hu-....oh wait he's already done that today hasn't he? Well as soon as he finds a way out of here, he can kill the bum and no one would be the wiser.

Piccolo cocks an eyebrow at the bottle in Jacks hand. Hm, who knew the human carried healing tonics. He quickly swipes the bottle from his hand, pops the top and gives it a sniff. And cringes, he looks to Jack seemingly for reassurance that this stuff wasn't going to kill him]

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[Jack moves toward the tree once his hand was swatted away and the bottle was snatched from his hand. It wasn't like he hasn't encountered people like him before...only a lot less green. He kneels down to look through the hole.]

Traipsing about an abandoned city with a pirate has really got to pull on you a little, eh? Not that I would but since I am one, I'm stuck with myself for a while. Still, you're on your way to becoming one so I wouldn't be judging so quickly. Name's Captain Jack Sparrow.

[His head is now in the hole. It's hard to tell if he was talking to whatever was in the hole or to Piccolo.]

I'm not one for propriety and all that.

[He pulls his head out and grins.]

Takes too long to remember all the rules and I'm not good with rules.

[oh jack you have honestly confused him again]

A pirate? I'm not a Pirate. That's a human occupation.

[he stares down at the bottle again. His head was sore, and the human did say it cured headaches. Alright, that was reason enough for Piccolo to down the entire bottle in one go. AND HEY WHAT DO YOU KNOW IT WORKED! Granted Piccolo could really no longer feel his head. He just kind of stares blankly.]

[Jack wasn't entirely sure if what Piccolo did was a good thing or not but hey, it worked....for now. He grinned and went back to his search.]

It's not for everyone to be certain if they want to be or not. It's not chosen. It chooses them.

[Piccolo shakes his head trying to get out of his daze and listens to Jack, and holy to god he was actually just making sense! Just what was this drink!?]

So bein' a pirate chose me? IS dat norm'l?

Only normal if you want it to be.

[Jack swaggers and kneels next to Piccolo.]

See, in order to be one, you have to let it be one with you. Someone can't simply say, 'I'm a pirate' since that lands one with a short drop and a sudden stop in a big hurry so it's never said openly.

Piracy is all about gain and what one is willing to do to get it. You have it, mate, and that's hard to shake.

[He grins and stands up, offering his hand again to help him up.]

I look at it like this, you're one or you're not. There's never an in-between.

[Piccolo accepts the hand this time... well after a few hit-n-misses. He gets up, practically pulling Jack down with him (he is a rather heavy guy after all) and stumbles to his feet, swaying quite a bit]

So I'ma pirate then? A'ite I guess dat ain'so bad...

[Jack's smile gets a little bigger. Despite that Piccolo was huge compared to Jack's small but agile frame, he didn't really seem all that intimidated. The ice was broken and a possibility of gaining a very big and powerful ally never hurt. Piccolo gained too. He gained a very crafty, tricky rogue that wouldn't hesitate to defend what was his and right now, a great camaraderie was something worth fighting for.]

Very good, Mr. Piccolo! A fine first mate you'll be! No one crosses the likes of us and gets away with it, eh?

[Now Jack you might want to work on getting him to remember that he agreed to pirating once he was sober again]

'cours'not. Nobuddy shtands in da way of d'heir of Piccolo Daimao's powers...[*hic*] and stuff.

[Ah, alcohol, the elixir of truth and it's cheap. He'll find a way.]

Exactly right, my large, green friend! Now, let's find that exit!

[Of course, he tries his compass again only to find that it's spinning wildly in a circle and closes it with a grimace before his smile returns.]

Onward to glory!!

[Piccolo takes note of the compass and quickly swipes it from Jack]

'The hell's dis thing?

[he shakes it and holds it up to his ear]

[Jack tries to get it back only to have his arms not quite reach. Being small certainly was his greatest disadvantage in dealing with height issues.]

That's a compass....only it's not working right at the moment.

[He tries not to look nervous and hopes that Piccolo doesn't decide to blow it up or keep it for himself.]

[Piccolo examines it closer... then holds it away and looks at it. Dammit why couldn't the world stop spinning for TWO SECONDS so he could get a good look at this thing?!]

Th'n why were ya lookin' at it b'fore?

I wanted to see if it would work here. It didn't at the Manor, for some reason still that I have yet to figure out.

[Jack was certainly amused that Piccolo was such a light weight for as big as he is.]

[Piccolo finally loses interest in the object and drops it into Jack's hands]

Why ain't it Workin'? Whatsh it suppos'd t'do anyway?

I'm not sure. I think it's the land. It's not entirely productive for walking.

[Right now, he's trying to figure it out verbally and he's still just as confused as before.]

[Piccolo looked around the land. It was rather bumpy and looked poorly stuck together.]

Think it'll work in th'sky den?

[Jack was concerned about this since Piccolo isn't used to drinking and flying may be hazardous but it was at least worth a try.]

We'll try above the treeline before we try any higher.

[He'll take advantage of Piccolo's pliable nature for now. He's not sure if it's the ground causing it or the buildings but he did know that the compass wasn't working right. Thanks, Radiation, for your wonderful greeting to Jack!]

[Piccolo grabs Jack under his arm again and shoots into the sky...going just a TEENSY bit higher then the tree line before stopping abruptly. Realizing his mistake by zooming right back down, but miscalculates his flight path a bit and crashes into to top of a tree]

...we at th'tree lines yet?

[Jack smacks his face on the trunk and gives a thumbs up.]

We're good.

[He pulls his face back and looks up at Piccolo. He's hugging the truck to keep from sliding off with his other arm as he pulls out the compass.]

Ah!!

[At least it's not spinning wild like the last time. Now it's just going in a slow circle before it stops and points in the opposite direction.]

I know where we can find shelter.

[Piccolo dislodges himself from the several branches he ended up sprawled upon and climbs over to Jack and looks at the compass. Then at Jack. Then Back at the compass. And then back at Jack again]

So this thing tellsya where shelter is 'er somethin'? Which way d'we go?

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