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[desperate_times]

[The video turns on and shows Chloe, a stunning woman with olive skin and pale blue eyes. Her hair, jet black, is tied behind her, and she looks at the camera with smug amusement. It’s probably her typical expression.]

Hello, darlings.

[There’s a notable Australian accent in her voice.]

Since it looks like I’m stuck here for awhile with the rest of you, it seems like a good idea to stock up on some supplies. It’s a dangerous world out there, you know. A girl can’t be too careful.

I could also use some maps of the area. Roads. Obstacles. That sort of thing. I imagine there might be something worth finding out there, too.

And just maybe, if you need something found, I can be the girl to get it for you. Name’s Chloe Frazer. People say I’m the resourceful type.

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[all7seas]

Well the BEST way to make it fuzzy is rum.

[Perhaps he misunderstood the gist of the question.]

[desperate_times]

[He gets a blank stare at first, and then an amused chuckle out of her.]

I used to sit at this little bar on the beach in San Juan that served up bonzer rum. A coconut, a little umbrella, a nice chair, and you could forget all your worries, mate.

Sure wish I was there right now.

[all7seas]

Oi -- San Juan? Actual San Juan?!

[It brings him up short only because there are so many people here from not-Earth places.]

Bugger! And here am I, having MET the man what INVENTED the tiny drink umbrella!

[desperate_times]

Yes, actual San Juan.

[How many did he think there were?]

Invented them? I'm sure there's a story behind that.

[all7seas]

'Afraid mostly the story is that he didn't enjoy it when it rained into his coconut.

Charles Bainbridge, his name was, and he liked his coconuts dry.

As one does.

[desperate_times]

[She gives an amused shrug.]

Well, can't hardly blame him.

[Who wants a wet coconut.]

What's your name, darling?

[all7seas]

Captain Jack Sparrow, High King of the Pelegostos. [Sort of.] And you?

[desperate_times]

Well well, that's impressive. How did you come about such an illustrious name?

Chloe Frazer. Pleasure.

[all7seas]

"Pleasure's all my own, Madam Frazer. Do I detect a hint of fuzzy kangaroo in your accent?"

Because she was Australian, right?

[desperate_times]

Too right.

[Indeed she was.]

You seem the well-traveled type.

[all7seas]

Ha! Sailed every sea, me. Ravaging and pillaging and making dark history as I went. It's been brilliant, really.

{and there is a touch of wistfulness in his voice once more because bugger -- were those days over permanently now that his debt had come due?]

You as well, what with leaving that dark and mottled hemisphere.

[desperate_times]

Yes, one can only ravage and pillage a single continent for so long.

[Naturally, she had to move beyond her roots.]

[all7seas]

[Wow. And Australia being a huge continent and all. Filled with criminals...

The Shipwreck City of continents.]

Though I suppose there must be some impressive caches in that Den of Thieves...

[desperate_times]

[She's well aware of its size and the history.]

The world is full of 'em.

[She's seen some very remote destinations.]

Just so long as it's worth the risk.

[all7seas]

You know what might be worth some risks, darling?




The treasures here. Or so I've heard. One hears things, you know.

[Though he hasn't been a) sober enough or b) drunk enough to pillage anything quite yet.]

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[desperate_times]

[She arches a brow.]

Now you're talking. What've you heard?

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[all7seas]

Ot-nay over the etwork-nay.

[Discretion is the better part of Captain Jack Sparrow.]

[desperate_times]

[Speaking in tongues. Clever indeed.]

Maybe we should meet and sample some of that rum you mentioned.

[all7seas]

I've found that there's ample supply of the stuff in the cellars of the castle...


The Unseelie Castle, that is. Caer-Whatsitsfacethingy.

[desperate_times]

I'll see you there.

[She can manage to find the cellars. Good thing it's the castle she's already at.]

ACTION NOW!

[all7seas]

Jack had made friends with some of the cellar-imps, and by "made friends with" we simply mean "played dice games with in order to win teaspoons." Jack was up 23 teaspoons and one salt cellar. This made him slightly less popular with the cellar imps, but they were hopelessly addicted to the dice and to the idea that someday they might win their teaspoons back.

He waited by a large barrel of something well-aged. The cellars were empty, as far as he could see: the perfect place for a conspiracy.

Still, he sang quietly so as not to take any dangerous Australians by surprise. "We're devils and black sheep and really bad eggs...."

[desperate_times]

After a time, Chloe managed to find her way to the cellar entrance. She was cautious, of course, since Jack was still a stranger (stranger than most), but she was armed and confident she could handle things if she was being played. She didn't think so, though, and was quite interested to hear what the man had to say.

As she descended the stairs, she heard the singing, which did put her at ease. At least she knew his whereabouts from the carry of his voice. As she sauntered her way down the stairs she finished the line, "Drink up me 'earties, yo ho."

There was an amused look on her face as she came into the light. "Well, this is a romantic spot." A dark, damp cellar. But she'd been invited to worse. At least there was rum.

[all7seas]

He raised his brows. Oh, Romance. He was excellent at Wooing. Though, from the look of her, so was she. There had to be no quarter given.

"At least there's rum."

He was holding two bottles 'round the neck; he offered her the smaller one.

[desperate_times]

Chloe didn't usually have problems in the wooing department, though even she had been turned down before. It only hurt once.

"Thank you." She accepted the offered bottle and lifted it for a first drink. "Cheers."

[all7seas]

"To the sea!" Jack raised his bottle.