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piratejournal2013-10-06 08:59 pm
backstabbingsonofa) wrote in piratejournal2013-10-06 08:59 pm
Entry tags:
1st - action, written, audio
[action:
Harry Flynn takes a few minutes (or the approximation of it -- like three hours) to really comprehend what's going on. He opens the book, hoping for a map or something... and sees the "greeting."
Weird? Yeah. But not any weirder than finding Shambala. Or the wish-granting stone there being tree sap. So, really, he handles it pretty well. Eventually. And even gets himself a drink in a tavern that night. He spends a lot of time before that at the fountain, especially.]
[written:
It's pretty simple, what he writes. First, he copies down the inscription on the fountain.]
Behold this ruby, Centuries old. Its power is great, True depths untold. What once was whole, Now in parts 'tis shattered. Having it all, Aye, that's what matters. Rebuild the gem And whatever ye wish will be. Whether wealth, good fortune, Mayhap the chance to flee. Strangers listen: Take heed, take care. Or be lost forever To Davy Jones' lair.
[Then, unaware that this isn't simply a journal others have handled before, he writes his own notes around the spaced out inscription copy.]
Red, fragments. Wish stone? Davy Jones. Sea floor, resting place of drowned sailors. Literal or figurative?
[audio:
So... Talk to the book, it's broadcast. Like a radio. Well, that's useful, at least.]
Get a crew, huh? [The British voice comes easily enough over the thing, belying the nerves he feels at all of this. What's important is to drink the ale (which tastes like piss, but it's alcohol, so he's not complaining to the barkeep's face) and pretend like this is totally normal.] Well, according to that bloody stereotype of a swashbuckler talking earlier, it sounds like we want to go southwest. Anyone heading that way and want someone whose business is treasure hunting? 'Cause I'm takin' offers.
Harry Flynn takes a few minutes (or the approximation of it -- like three hours) to really comprehend what's going on. He opens the book, hoping for a map or something... and sees the "greeting."
Weird? Yeah. But not any weirder than finding Shambala. Or the wish-granting stone there being tree sap. So, really, he handles it pretty well. Eventually. And even gets himself a drink in a tavern that night. He spends a lot of time before that at the fountain, especially.]
[written:
It's pretty simple, what he writes. First, he copies down the inscription on the fountain.]
Behold this ruby, Centuries old. Its power is great, True depths untold. What once was whole, Now in parts 'tis shattered. Having it all, Aye, that's what matters. Rebuild the gem And whatever ye wish will be. Whether wealth, good fortune, Mayhap the chance to flee. Strangers listen: Take heed, take care. Or be lost forever To Davy Jones' lair.
[Then, unaware that this isn't simply a journal others have handled before, he writes his own notes around the spaced out inscription copy.]
Red, fragments. Wish stone? Davy Jones. Sea floor, resting place of drowned sailors. Literal or figurative?
[audio:
So... Talk to the book, it's broadcast. Like a radio. Well, that's useful, at least.]
Get a crew, huh? [The British voice comes easily enough over the thing, belying the nerves he feels at all of this. What's important is to drink the ale (which tastes like piss, but it's alcohol, so he's not complaining to the barkeep's face) and pretend like this is totally normal.] Well, according to that bloody stereotype of a swashbuckler talking earlier, it sounds like we want to go southwest. Anyone heading that way and want someone whose business is treasure hunting? 'Cause I'm takin' offers.