001 - The Feast [Somehow. Someway. Some unholy, without-a-doubt, with-absolute-certainty-and-conviction way, this is Jack Sparrow's fault. And it's not like he's making that accusation up out of thin air. No. Because when things get weird and things go pear-shaped, if a body digs deep enough, they'll find Sparrow right at the center of it, having unintentionally slighted some sea god or another, or meddling with some curse. Or trying to find immortality.
So, in short, this is all Jack's fault.
He doesn't care about the eternal war that reminds him of the cautionary tales his mother - a devout Irish Catholic woman with a pagan streak a mile wide (though she never realized it) - told him as a child to keep him and his siblings from straying too far into the waves. And he certainly doesn't care about one side or the other or who might eventually win because he holds no horse in this race and literally sees nothing in it for him.
No, his main concern is that the Black Pearl is missing, after all of his finagling to make sure it was he that left with her after battling the EITC, not Jack, and that in and of itself is what hs his breeches in a twist. Not to mention the absence of Jack the monkey, his beloved pet. And he's fairly certain that, somehow, that's Jack's fault, too.
So forgoing food completely, there he sits with drink in hand, keeping a sharp eye on the crowd for said low-down, dirty, belly-crawling, filthy, double-crossing, scallywag of a pirate, because as soon as he sees him, he's going to strangle him with his bare hands. So far, he hasn't seen him swagger through like he doesn't have a care in the world, but his Jack Sparrow senses are tingling, and despite his outwardly casual slouch, it's obvious to anyone who looks for more than half a second that he's wound tight about something.]
002 - Wildcard! [Wherever, whenever, all over. Pick your own pirate scenario.]
Hector Barbossa [Pirates of the Caribbean] Unseelie
[Somehow. Someway. Some unholy, without-a-doubt, with-absolute-certainty-and-conviction way, this is Jack Sparrow's fault. And it's not like he's making that accusation up out of thin air. No. Because when things get weird and things go pear-shaped, if a body digs deep enough, they'll find Sparrow right at the center of it, having unintentionally slighted some sea god or another, or meddling with some curse. Or trying to find immortality.
So, in short, this is all Jack's fault.
He doesn't care about the eternal war that reminds him of the cautionary tales his mother - a devout Irish Catholic woman with a pagan streak a mile wide (though she never realized it) - told him as a child to keep him and his siblings from straying too far into the waves. And he certainly doesn't care about one side or the other or who might eventually win because he holds no horse in this race and literally sees nothing in it for him.
No, his main concern is that the Black Pearl is missing, after all of his finagling to make sure it was he that left with her after battling the EITC, not Jack, and that in and of itself is what hs his breeches in a twist. Not to mention the absence of Jack the monkey, his beloved pet. And he's fairly certain that, somehow, that's Jack's fault, too.
So forgoing food completely, there he sits with drink in hand, keeping a sharp eye on the crowd for said low-down, dirty, belly-crawling, filthy, double-crossing, scallywag of a pirate, because as soon as he sees him, he's going to strangle him with his bare hands. So far, he hasn't seen him swagger through like he doesn't have a care in the world, but his Jack Sparrow senses are tingling, and despite his outwardly casual slouch, it's obvious to anyone who looks for more than half a second that he's wound tight about something.]
002 - Wildcard!
[Wherever, whenever, all over. Pick your own pirate scenario.]