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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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[desperate_times]

"But what about the rum?"

This is where the drinks are.

[all7seas]

"We're going to have to transport the rum with us somehow. Perhaps if we got ponies...a wagon.

Though there's got to be a tavern in the fairylands." Perhaps something like the Twelve Daggers...

[desperate_times]

"Sure. What do fairies take for currency, anyway? I'm all out of fairy dust."

Rum from a tavern certainly won't be free, and she thinks carting it along in a wagon is a bit silly. They didn't need the rum that badly. Or maybe he did.

[all7seas]

"They do like gold." Jack himself had a bit of star that he'd never given back, but he wasn't about to use that as payment. "Point is, any pirate worth his sugar has a secret hideaway. I'm still in need of mine."

Problematically his compass wasn't working well at the moment because he was missing both hat and pistol.

"Don't suppose you have a place."

[desperate_times]

"No, but it's a good idea. Big as this world seems to be, you should have a few in different areas. It's always good to have a back-up plan."

Chloe believed one couldn't be too careful. She's used to hanging around the risky types, and she doesn't care for close calls.

[all7seas]

Any good pirate worth his salt had a good cache. Though he rather enjoyed close calls when it came down to it.

"Agreed. Shall we swear a bloody oath?"

[desperate_times]

A bloody oath? She'd prefer not to.

"Why don't we just drink to it?"

[all7seas]

Good. He liked the sound of that. Bloody oaths were horrible things. "Very well -- we drink."

Except his bottle, sadly, was empty.

"..............Oh."

[desperate_times]

She smirked, amused by the look on his face.

"Allow me." Chloe got up and sauntered over to the stock to retrieve a new bottle, then brought it over to Jack. Can't have him going dry now. A person should enjoy the drinks while they're still flowing.

[all7seas]

"You're a peach, you are." Never one to turn down a full bottle, Jack accepted and and lifted it in toast. "To a profitable venture and a bloodless partnership."

He hadn't had much luck with those, but one could hope.

[desperate_times]

"I'll drink to that." She lifts her bottle of rum and does so.

[all7seas]

"The code word," he whispers after tipping back his own bottle, "shall be nuggets."

[desperate_times]

"Right. The code word."

She lets that hang in the air a moment.

"Which is in case of...?" What exactly?

[all7seas]

"One of us imprisoned. Or arrested. Or carted off. Just shout 'nuggets' and the other can retreat to safety."

[desperate_times]

"One of.. the two of us." It's not like they have a whole group that'll need to scatter.

"I sure hope we notice if the other disappears or we're really not very good at this."

[all7seas]

Maybe there would be more eventually. Maybe sooner rather than later. There was no science to gathering a crew; you simply set up shop and had men make their mark and they were on. Sometimes it required grandiose promises, but many were desperate enough to sail without those.

There were lots of desperate types in the Drabwurld, he'd decided.

"How could I not notice your disappearance, darling? All that beauty suddenly -- POOF -- gone! Impossible. We'll notice. And we'll take what we can, give nothin' back."

And run from giant squid always.

[desperate_times]

She liked him already. He was funny and she always enjoyed a few compliments thrown her way. There was a strange charm about him.

"I'll hold you to that."

[all7seas]

"Oh, will you?" He liked that idea about holding.

[desperate_times]

Chloe knows a flirt when she hears one.

"Certainly. I'm not fond of being used or forgotten about. When someone is loyal, I hold on tight, darling."

[all7seas]

"Oh, I can be very loyal." He wonders whether maybe he should have put on a clean shirt today. "Like the loyalist loyal pirate ever." What a contradiction in terms.

[desperate_times]

"We shall see." Jack will want to save that clean shirt for now. She hopes this does turn into a lucrative partnership, but right now it's all talk. Still, he is handsome, in that bad boy sort of way. A little unhinged too, she suspects, but all the interesting people are.

Shall we end here? Ima put a post up soon!

[all7seas]

If only he could have his Pearl back -- here. In a Kraken-free, Davy-Jonesless ocean, of course; that is imperative. The Pearl; a beautiful, devious woman at his side; a secret code word in case things go wrong; lots of free fairy-made rum. Life, it seems, is going to be good in the Drabworld....though he's not going to count on it.

sure! and yay new post! and yes, must somehow get the Pearl...

[desperate_times]