badfic_manor | 001: Discovery; (in which mun took FOREVER to post)

[ James awakes with a start, lifting his head off the--carpet? that's strange, ships don't usually have carpet--and looking around. He pushes himself to a sitting position, lifts his hand to his forehead to brush the wisps of the powdered-white hair from his wig, his hat gone missing. A quick glance affirms the existence of his hat, only a few feet from his person.

His hand pats his side for the sword holster buckled at his waist, and he breathes a sigh of relief before standing--shakily, but standing nonetheless--and catches sight of himself in the mirror at a small vanity. He looks awful, with disheveled, natural brown hair peeking out from the wig, what he assumes is a carpet burn? on his right cheek, a tear in the sleeve of his overcoat, and he's also missing...a shoe--ah, it's there, just a few feet away from where the hat was. Regardless, he looks in no way fit for the Royal Navy, and so he immediately sets to work on fixing just that. ]

I don't even remember any sort of fighting. Was I captured? But why would I still have my sword?

[ After he has pulled his leggings down from where they'd pushed up on his legs, pulled on the rebellious shoe, straightened his clothes, and tucked every last strand of his hair neatly into his now-combed wig, he looks around the room. It's decorated in rich wood paneling and blue curtains, and--not candles. What are those? Glass lights...but how?--nevertheless, he is utterly and completely confused. ]

I would not hesitate to ask if this is a pirate's trick, but I see no way for that to be possible. Not really gifted in hallucinogens, are they?

[ He mumbles more to himself, but wonders if anybody is nearby.

He walks to the bed on one wall of the room, and atop the pillow, finds a small object that flips open and has a...an animated portrait? ]

Have I gone mad? Am I dead?

[ He decides to try the door, and as he turns the knob and steps out into a bright hallway gingerly, he can't help but wonder if he really underestimated Jack Sparrow's abilities. Was he behind all of this? ]

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[Jack's face comes onto the screen with a mildly shocked expression. It could be because the last he remembered of James Norrington a.k.a Commador Norrington, a.k.a rum-soaked-pirate lackey, he was on the Flying Dutchman working for Lord Cutler Beckett who ended up dead when he aided Pirate King Elizabeth and her crew.

However, when the mention of pirates came to his ears, his attentions is suddenly grabbed and now Jack is ready to defend his "honor".]

Pirates yes, though I must admit that the trick is no way related to me nor your misfortunous misadventures.

I find it most disagreeable that you think so low of me as to believe that I would believe you. Just what exactly have you done?

...and why are you looking like that? Your face has many qualities-- --but confusion is not often one of them.

[Jack's countenance changed from confusion to his regulatory visage of wit and charm marked with the subtle "who me?"]

Ah, though you see I am capable of many things but shrinking myself into a tiny little box is not among those feats of fancy, though it does seem rather uncomfortable in thought rather than action.

So you see it could not have been me to bring you here through time since I have innocently been at the lake building m'ship that was so ridiculously taken yet again. So in essence, what other choice do you have, dear Commodor? Or rather, what other viable explanation could there be with our limited...[looks around languidly before settling his eyes back to the screen]...space?

Besides, do I remotely remind you of a physi-what-a-ma-callits?

Edited 2011-10-11 09:31 (UTC)

You are building...a ship? [ Laughs contemptuously. ] And just what do you plan on doing with it? Do you really think the solution of escaping is so easy as to just sail away? [ James will never, ever admit, even to himself, that maybe Sparrow's got a passable idea here. ] Ah, nonetheless, building such a ship fit for you should not take very long, now, should it? [ Smiles contemptuously, too. ]

I have learned to accept there are no logical explanations for anything that goes on here. Then again, it is not that much different in our world, I suppose, except that there are more scum to prosecute.

Physi-what? What on earth are you talking about? Then again, this question could be asked for everything that comes out of your mouth.

001: Discovery; (in which mun took FOREVER to post)

Guess who~?

ffff yes!!! I meant to reply to you on ooc, but slacked. AND SO IT BEGINS

Oh yes! This is going to be fun!

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