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[superstitiouspirate]

[He'd be damned if he started speaking to a bloody book at this rate. He was already feeling crazy enough as it was. Instead, he;d managed to procure a quill and ink and was now scribbling in the page of the journal, not far from the fountain where he'd woken up not all that long ago. His rum was long gone, leaving him querulous and with a furious headache that blackened his mood even further.]

I'm having a hard time believing that I am once more trapped in Davy Jones' Locker again. The last time I was there, it was by far less hospitable and populated than this place is. I doubt Will Turner has done much in such a short time to turn it around either.

[He trails off writing for a moment, and a small blotch of ink shows evidence of his thinking before he starts up again.]

I haven't seen the Pearl nor heard tell of her being here, so I can only assume she did not end up here again and I don't see myself getting out of this mess without Jack.

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[voice] Haven't you learned not to write in books that write back? Bad business, that.

[justguidelines]

[Well, it's not Jack, since Jack is mentioned, otherwise that little gripe about the Locker would be a dead tip-off. And it's not Mister Turner (thank the stars and skies). Nor Miss Swann. He doubts Marty and Cotton can read, and he knows Pintel and Ragetti can't, so that narrows it down quite a bit, doesn't it.

But he doesn't say anything at first. After all, there's a lot in the entirety of the Gibbs's rambling little statement that doesn't make much sense, but there's time to chew that over and see where it goes.]

The Pearl's not here, Master Gibbs. Nor be Jack.

[ooc; ignore my misfire whoops]

[voice] But talking to books is just as bad!

[superstitiouspirate]

[He recognizes that voice, having sailed for some months now with Captain Barbossa. At first he just stares at the journal, wondering if it had become possessed. A quick furtive glance around, shows at least that he is alone with no one near to be speaking with him. Squinting, he fumbles with the button that allows for speaking.

He is rather diheartened to hear that neither the Pearl nor Jack are here, but given the number of times that ship has slipped away, it's not all too surprising. Plus Jack being Jack, he'd turn up soon enough, one way or another.]

And it's true then, this be the Locker?

[voice] Better than writing out personal thoughts for all to see.

[justguidelines]

[And lo and behold, he is not remotely surprised he's right. Not that it took a great amount of deductive reasoning, of course, but all the same.

But then, of course, that leaves how to answer. After all, only a bit of time in this place will reveal that no, it's very much not the Locker at all, so the value of that bit of knowledge is actually...Fairly low.

And he has been, after all, lamenting the state of his current crew, and no one knows sea lore better than Gibbs.

Conundrum, that.

Of course, there's also the fact that anyone can listen, and he's loathe to impart much.]

Nay, Gibbs, not the Locker.

Re: [voice] At least it's only a few careful thoughts this time!

[superstitiouspirate]

[He continues to squint at the book, still feeling rather silly to be talking to thin air. At least it's with Barbossa, a man he can at least part ways respect.]

If not the Locker, then where? [There is a very long silence, almost long enough to indicate that he was done talking, but then, softly, his voice pipes up once more, sounding cautious and hesitant.]

I've traveled far and wide and can say now this is the first time I've ever heard o' this place.

[Admitting he doesn't know something is like pulling a tooth. It hurts to actually admit it, but then admitting to not knowing something is by far the fastest way to gaining information.]

[voice] THIS time.

[justguidelines]

Isla Empieza. [And he'll admit, privately, he'd never heard of it before ended up there himself. But he's fairly certain it won't take Gibbs long to figure out the tides, nor the stars, are the same, so he glosses right over that part entirely, moving on to more important things.]

At least, I'm assuming as such, as that's where we first turned up. And consider it your very good luck, Master Gibbs, that we've put into port there once more.

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[hero_complexed]

You know how to sale a ship? [ Because he really needs to find someone that can ]

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[superstitiouspirate]

[The book was talking to him... He eyes the journal a moment before hesitantly speaking back.]

Aye, I know every part o' a ship and the lore of the waters too... [A slight pause.] Well most waters that is.

voice.

[hero_complexed]

Oh good. Finally.

Uh... apparently we all have to take to the sea except I haven't any idea how to sale a ship and neither does the other person with me so we're a bit... stuck.

voice.

[superstitiouspirate]

Well I can certainly help give you some advice, but I am no master of any ship myself. The first step is finding a ship that'll have you. You sound young enough that a captain might consider you.

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[arcadiasailor]

Captain was looking for someone by the name of Turner among several people when he arrived last month.

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[superstitiouspirate]

Turner did you say? Which Captain was this?

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[arcadiasailor]

Barbossa, he described everyone very colorfully but wouldn't go into any detail.

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[superstitiouspirate]

[He nods, and grins just a little. He could well imagine the words that Barbossa might have used when talking about some of the people they'd all been running around with.]

That'd be right. I know Barbossa well enough. The names Gibbs. Joshamee, Gibbs. He might have mentioned me. [Then again, Gibbs wouldn't be surprised if he wasn't mentioned either as he wasn't one for fame.]

[Voice]

[alwaysgrumpy]

What's this about pearls?

[Voice]

[superstitiouspirate]

Not pearls but the Black Pearl She's a ship. Fastest one in the Caribbean and I dare say the whole world to boot.

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[alwaysgrumpy]

Anything like these ships? Wood hull? Sail power?

[Voice]

[superstitiouspirate]

Oh aye. She's got sail power enough. Give her a fair wind and she'll fly.

voice

[notsokillerwhale]

It's more hospitable? I wonder what it was like for you before...

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[superstitiouspirate]

Aye. I only reached the shore of the Locker before setting out to sea once more, but it was like a desert and nary a drop of water or rum to drink with a calm sea that bore no hit of a breeze.

[In other words the kind of situation no sailor in their right mind ever wishes to end up in.]

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[notsokillerwhale]

[ None of this made any sense to Makoto because you talk like a pirate, you fool.

But he's not going to be rude and just nod and smile. ]

Oh. I see. But you made it out of that all right so it shouldn't be a big deal this time around.

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[superstitiouspirate]

[Of course he talks like a pirate! He is one after all.]

It was Jack who figured it out. Capsized the ship to do it. But that was luck as much as anything else. We almost didn't make it out in time.

[Voice]

[elissacousland]

[The young woman who speaks has a pleasant contralto with an accent that makes her sound like an English noblewoman even though she is from an entirely different world. Her tone is warm and welcoming.]

Pardon the intrusion, Master Gibbs, but I could not help overhearing your conversation with Captain Barbossa and my fellow crew member H. H is the one who was curious about the Ice Queen Dragon Lady. This is a strange, new place for many of us, so you are not alone, ser.

I look forward to meeting you since you are the first person here who seems familiar with our Captain. I am sure you have many entertaining stories, if you know the likes of him. Mayhap I could buy you a round or two at the tavern in exchange for your insights, Master Gibbs?

[Voice]

[superstitiouspirate]

[Its strange to hear a woman addressing him as Master Gibbs. Makes him feel as if he should be aboard a proper ship again and not off mucking around with pirates. He also can't help the cringe when he hears of yet another woman aboard a ship. Miss Swann was bad enough, even if she did become a captain in her own right... bloody crazy idea that had been, but he wasn't about to say so.]

Aye I know your captain well enough. I've sailed with him before and there are indeed things I know of him that not many else might know. [This was especially true since they were no longer in their home waters.]

I won't say no to a drink, I haven't a drop o' rum on me and it's given me quite a thirst. But it's only proper that I know the name of the person buying and it seems you already know mine.

[Voice]

[elissacousland]

[Elissa softly laughs before replying.]

Of course, ser. I am Elissa Cousland - currently serving as what passes for a cook on Captain Barbossa's vessel. If you see a lady on this island clad in studded armor of blue leather with a pair of swords upon her back, that will be me. I doubt there are any other Grey Wardens in this place, so mine should be the only such armor around.

[Voice]

[superstitiouspirate]

[A woman and a fighter? She sounded pirate enough. He certainly was not about to question her prowess with any sword either.]

'Tis a pleasure to be meeting you then Miss Cousland. I'll keep an eye out for an armed woman, though I am beginning to suspect as I look around, that you are by far not the only one.

[Help, his world is shattering.]