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

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[ 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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[was_a_hunter]

[Considering some of the people here, it was best that he was still wary. More than one person would abuse any trust given to them.]

I'm sorry to say that there is no Navy here, Commodore. I think it's best to inform you that while here, you may not receive the respect you are used to...there aren't really any jobs. The best we can do is find something to occupy our time. There are several rooms here that are suited towards particular activities. Without it, I fear you may become bored very quickly, especially considering your lifestyle.

[And no, prostitution is not included in those activities~ Not as far as she's concerned anyway.]

Sorry for the delay; I'm working a 31-hour week and I've been so tired! ;n;

[destinyunravels.livejournal.com]

It sounds like it might be, indeed, dreadfully boring in such a place with no chance of employment...but perhaps my fellow...prisoners have ways of entertaining themselves in these rooms of which you speak. Maybe I, too, can find something in one. As for respect, , I've found lack thereof here already, so I must admit you are correct. Perhaps it's something I will get used to.

Thank you for being patient with me. I find it is not so easy being in uncharted territory, so to speak.

No prob :D

[was_a_hunter]

Most everyone has found something that they enjoy~. For example, some people enjoy the expansive library, my sons exercise in the gym, and I typically cook breakfast for everyone in the mornings. There's also a forest if you enjoy hunting or fishing.

[She was trying to be helpful. There were just so many things here that one could do for fun, it was just a matter of working out his interests.] Unfortunately, respect is something that needs to be earned here. Just throwing out a title won't get respect from many, you'll need to prove yourself to most.

[Waving a hand dismissively, she shook her head. Thanks weren't necessary for something so small.] It's not a problem. It wasn't too long ago that I was new as well; I understand how you must feel.