Post by Elizabeth Swann on Mar 29, 2009 1:14:52 GMT -5
When Mr Gibbs called Elizabeth her majesty, she nodded with a satisfied smile. "And don't you forget it, Mister." She then was silent as the others talked and she looked over at Ursula nervously when she became suspicious.
"No no, Ursula, sweetheart... we would never keep anything from our favourite sea creature." Elizabeth patted Ursula's arm with affection and hoping to comfort her. Then Gibbs started to tell a story and Elizabeth focused on him with a frown. Her frown turned into an amused smile though as his story became outragious. Then when he nudged her, her suspicions were confirmed. She was sure the others wouldn't fall for his story either, but she went along with it anyway, for the fun.
However, she couldn't help but burst out with laughter at the name Gibbs thought of. "Captain Feathersword? Oh, you can do better than that!"
Post by Captain Hector Barbossa on Mar 29, 2009 1:49:22 GMT -5
Barbossa looked suspiciously at Gibbs as he told his story. He had to admit, he expected it to be something a bit more interesting than his usual tales. He sensed something was off, and as much as he'd hate to admit it, Ursula was right. Soon Barbossa became a bit bored with his tale, especially being disappointed with the fact that it was, in fact, a tale, and he attended to his drink again.
The tale started to get more and more ridiculous and when Gibbs announced a certain, very fictional, Captain Feathersword...Barbossa slammed his glass on the table and the liquid sprayed from his mouth. He went up in chuckles. "Ah, master Gibbs, there be not a borin' day with ye," He shook his head. "Lad! Why don't ye tell us more about this...Feathersword...character." He grinned. "I have a feelin' we've only but scratched th' surface!" He chuckled again.
Barbossa decided that it'll be only a matter of time before Gibbs spills so he resolved to just sit back and relax, and watch the show. He had a feeling this was going to be a good night. Entertaining too.
He briefly looked up when the lights went out, not sure what that was all about.
"Well I get points for trying, don't I?" He asked as he glared at Elizabeth, "couldn't of ye just gone five minutes with it?" He pouted. He knew the answer, she was just to tipsy any way.
"Ye don't want to be hearing or seeing this Captain Feathersword, he has the uncanny ability to claw out the eyes of any lad or lass that sets eyes upon 'im." He continued, for the benifit of the people that still believe him.
"Besides we still 'ave more pressing matters to attend t'" he pointed at Jim, adverting the attention off him from Barbossa, to Jim. He still wasn't ready to blurt out his secret, and he knew that they wouldn't be ready either.
Post by Jim Hawkins on Mar 29, 2009 8:16:07 GMT -5
"Whatever..." Jim said flatly at Gibbs' reference, attempting to avoid Ursula's attention. Their last run-in at the Polynesian had left him with a few scars... particularly on his bum.
Even worse, she was just the kind of person that Jim hated: someone who saw him as just a stupid kid. He was more than that... cursed or not.
Jim picked up the compass, teetering on the brink of throwing the darned thing across the room out of frustration. The needle refused to settle on a specific point, jumping between two instead. I want that medallion. Jim thought, trying to convince the compass. But I also... miss...
He stopped himself before he could finish the thought.
"Right... well, I think I've got everything I need." Jim said, edging away from the table as he rolled his eyes at Gibbs' tale of Captain Feathersword. He tiptoed to the door, praying that no one, especially Ursula, would give him reason to stay...
Post by Captain Jack Sparrow on Mar 30, 2009 20:20:53 GMT -5
Jack looked suspiciosly at Gibbs when he told his story about Captain... Feathersword? Usually his stories were either about him or someone that Jack knew. Now he really had the feeling that there was something on as he had never heard of that name before.
He got startled when Barbossa slammed his glass on the table. He then took another chug of his drink glancing over at Jim and Elizabeth then kept his eye on Gibbs deciding to stay quiet to listen as he continued to tell his story.
Post by Captain Hector Barbossa on Apr 1, 2009 21:54:57 GMT -5
Barbossa chuckled again when Gibbs continued. It was one of the most ridiculous things he's ever heard, and he had heard an abundance of ridiculous things. "Ah, Gibbs, ye be a fine lad." He swallowed more of his drink. Looking at Ursula, he said, "Surely, that story was good as any t' satisfy yer ragin' curiosity. But I'm afraid it hasn't satisfied mine," He glanced at Gibbs again, finding himself becoming a bit more foreword than he was usually. He found him self wondering exactly how many drinks he had tonight and he couldn't really remember. He leaned back in his seat, folding his hands over his stomach, casually, still looking at Gibbs.
"I do be havin' a mighty strong feelin' that th' tale of Feathersword, as entertainin' as it were, be not th' only piece of information Gibbs be havin'." Barbossa's intuition had not failed him yet, and he knew from the look on Gibbs face that he had something he was hiding." An' I know Gibbs is just inchin' t' share."
He had been around pirates for far to long to not know when information was being kept. Prying for that information had given him a many head starts in the past.
He saw Jim start to walk away and he shouted, "Jim lad!" He chuckled at the pitiful nature of the young man. He was so disheartened it seemed. Barbossa knew how he felt but he also knew that you have to make your own fun while being cursed, be it talking with crew mates, or taking a walk under water. He waved him back over to the table. "True, ye do have everything ye need. 'Cept a strong an' willin' crew t' help ye along yer journey." He nodded over to a chair at the table. "Th' gold will not be growin' legs an' walkin any time soon lad. Take a seat, I'll be sendin' ya me best men after we're through here."
He sat up and took his drink in his hands. "Luckily, ye be havin' no need t' be fulfillin' a thirst that cannot be quenched....which I cannot say fer us mere mortals." He took another swallow.
“What are ye implying, Barbossa? If I be hiding a secret, ye would know ‘bout it a’ ready” Gibbs, looked down to his left to avoid the eye contact of everyone else. He knew he was a horrible liar and knew he wouldn’t get away with it for much longer.
Gibbs could feel the pressure rising, like a volcano about to erupt but instead of lava bursting out a secret in its place and one that everyone would be interested in hearing.
“Ok, fine ye got me.” He said as he crossed the floor and picked up the compass that Jim had thrown. “Listen to Barbossa, lad” he said to Jim, “take a seat.”
“Jack, why do ye think tis compass’s purpose is for?” he asked, but not waiting but without an answer he continued. “’sides th’ obvious and t’ fact that it points in th’ direction of whatever ye desire, but it was in fact designed for ye. In hopes that ye would find this” he bought the compass hard down on the table, it broke easily. “I will pay for it t’ be fixed” he threw Jack an apologetic look.
Amongst the broken pieces of the compass was a piece of paper, it was no bigger then three centimeters in height and five centimeters in length. On the paper, was writing in a different language. Latin was Gibbs first choice.
He handed the paper over to Jack. “I don’t know as yet what the words translate too, all I know tis that if those words ar’ spoken aloud it would create something beyond our wildest dream and from what I’ve ‘eard this thing will change the world in the best way possible.” He smirked at Jack.
“Yer legendary among thes’ craftmen that made yer compass, they picked ye, way before yer were even born t’ change the world. So only ye can do this.” He looked around the group, to see if this time they believed him, he couldn’t tell. The whole place had simmered down to listen to Gibb’s tale.
“I couldn’t tell ye earlier as I didn’t know if this was legit and in honest truth I wanted to do tis me self, until I realised that only ye could do it, and even then I didn’t know if it should be done anyhow. If mama nature wanted the world changed she would have done it her self. I am not lying tis time.” He glanced at Elizabeth, she would know if he were lying or not, she always does. He glanced at Barbossa as well, he always seemed to know too.
“So ye going to do it?” He asked, not knowing how to feel if he is to do it.
Last Edit: Apr 2, 2009 2:19:57 GMT -5 by Mr. Gibbs
Post by Elizabeth Swann on Apr 4, 2009 22:07:13 GMT -5
Elizabeth gasped at Mr Gibbs next story. "Oh Jack, you should do it... it could be as good as Gibbsey said. But then again, it could be really bad and destroy us all."
She shrugged after that, meaning it as a joke and seeing as her brain wasn't up to thinking at this stage, she didn't even consider that it could be true. Elizabeth let out a laugh when it broke, not even knowing herself why she found it so funny. "It was already broken, so that won't matter."
She leant against Mr Gibbs and whispered loudly in his ear, "Your stories are getting better... you could write novels." Elizabeth then patted his cheek and added, "Keep up the good work and I'll be the first to buy one."
Post by Captain Jack Sparrow on Apr 5, 2009 23:34:24 GMT -5
Jack narrowed his eyes and twitched his upper lip a bit when Gibbs broke his compass but relaxed when he said that it could be repaired and he hoped so, that was his only compass. He looked to him and listened in interest as he told his tale. Now these were the Gibbs stories that he knew.
He then looked down at the words written on the piece of paper when he layed it down on the table. “Beyond your wildest dreams you say?”He tried to figure out what the words could translate into in his mind but he couldn’t make out any of it. Why were these things never clear?. He looked at Gibbs. “Aye, I will take me chances.”He replied telling them that he was willing to do it. He gave out a smirkish smile as he grabbed his drink then took one last chug finishing it then placed it back on the table.
”Oi!,” He whipped his head towards Elizabeth when he heard her say that his compass was already broken." and my compass worked fine.”He said defensively.
Post by Captain Hector Barbossa on Apr 6, 2009 0:46:23 GMT -5
Barbossa looked on when Gibbs decided to spill, as predicted. But he had to admit it was not what he was expecting. The compass, the compass Jack Sparrow had in his possession all this time, had some sort of power? Power to create what was 'beyond your wildest dreams', in fact. Very interesting. Maybe it would behoove him to try to get his hands on it before Jack decided to 'take his chances', as it were. Knowing Jack, he'd probably do something foolish with whatever power the compass possessed. Yes, just like the Pearl, the slip of powerful words belonged in the care of Barbossa, and since he couldn't use it, it should be either kept or destroyed by his hands.
He stayed quiet until Jack shifted his attention towards Elizabeth. Barbossa grabbed the paper and slid it towards himself to examine it. His eyes trailed, and he studied it closely, not able to make heads or tails of it. Of course, his current state of mind didn't help, since he had a few drinks behind him. "Arrr, 'tis be an interestin' find, Master Gibbs." He stated. "I cannot be blamin ya fer wantin' t' keep this information fer yerself. But I can't help but question ye judgment. If th' words on this slip be right an' true, don't ye think yer suspicions deserve merit? Perhaps whate'er this compass has locked inside, is best left secured."
Barbossa had the urge to slip the paper in his pocket but he knew he wouldn't be able to do so without a fight. Although, he was a master swordsmen, he wasn't quite sure of his abilities at the moment. Surely, his skills might have been dumbed down to the level of Jack's due to the alcohol. So he decided to save the fight for another day and keep the paper in sight. Already, his mind was churning on how to obtain possession.
Gibbs didn't know how to feel. Either he just saved all man kind, or destroyed it with telling Jack about this. He decided to go with it anyway and just wait for it to play itself's out and hope for the best.
"Ye raise an interesting point there Barbossa, an' I be not ruling out my suspicions. Tis could be t' worst thin' t' 'appen t' this planet. That be why I'm suggestin' not t' go 'head with it, sir" he turned to Jack. "Not till we 'ave more information about it."
He took the paper from Barbossa. "These words, I've found some Catholic Nuns who can translate this. They happen to be in town, for a convention of sorts. They are willing t' help. If ye agree."
He handed the paper back to Barbossa. "We can go now, they are only here for the night. Or I could arrange for them to meet us here. Your decision sir." He looked at Jack sternly, waiting upon his decision.
Last Edit: Apr 6, 2009 7:34:43 GMT -5 by Mr. Gibbs
Post by Captain Jack Sparrow on Apr 9, 2009 1:03:16 GMT -5
Jack turned his attention back on Gibbs becoming serious and thought for a moment then replied along with his decision.” Yes to the first, but how can I know really, if the words actually translate into something.” He beilived Mr.Gibbs’s tale but didn’t know for sure, for the words didn’t seem sensible to begin with. His words also probably didn’t make sense due to the amount of alchole he consumed but he hoped he could make out what he was trying to say.”And, your sure you can replace this, b’cause young Jimmy here still needs to use the..or.. a, compass.”
Post by Elizabeth Swann on Apr 19, 2009 21:12:39 GMT -5
Elizabeth reached over and patted Jack's arm sympathetically after he again said his compass worked fine. "You keep telling yourself that."
She then listened in silence as the men discussed the bit of paper and she noticed a look in Barbossa's face that she'd definitely seen before. Elizabeth's gaze on him turned mischievous. "I'm watching you..." She whispered to him in a sing-song voice. If her mind wasn't so muddled by the alcohol, she would have been taking this more seriously. But that couldn't be helped now.
She burst out laughing at something Mr Gibbs said. "Nuns? You mean the 'we vow not to sin' nuns?" Suddenly she stopped and looked like she was in thought. "You know, I was thinking of becoming one of them once..." Elizabeth wasn't even aware that the others might have heard that as at that moment, she was mainly reminding herself of that fact.
Post by Captain Hector Barbossa on Apr 20, 2009 2:48:09 GMT -5
(thanks for the muse liz lol)
He pondered over Gibbs and Jack's decisions about the compass, in silent bemusement, trying to figure out what his next plan of action would be. He was having a pretty tough time being clever at the moment. It was probably best to leave the task for when he was sober. Besides, he had the Pearl, and with his very solid crew, Jack could not get too far. Suddenly, Elizabeth took him out of his thoughts.
Suddenly feeling completely unconcerned with what Jack does (as he knew he'd would take care of the compass situation later), he smirked at Elizabeth and said, "Why, Miss swann, I assure ye, there is not a reason t' be keepin yer eyes on me, as lovely as they are. I am but only enjoying a bit of drink, m' lady." He took his drink and lifted it up to her before taking a swallow. He then listen to her ramblings about wanting to be a nun, and went into hearty laughter again.
"Arrr, I do believe that I've heard just about everythin'! Well," He cleared his throat. "Ye surely will be thinkin' a long time Miss Swann, as ye certainly far from bein' one." He shook his head in amusement.