Characters: Captain Jack Sparrow, Open, would love Elizabeth Time/Date: Monday, 2pm, July 12th Location: Room, then the Lobby Warnings/Rating: PG, Possibly PG-13 Summary: Cpt. Jack finds himself in a new environment and wants to go exploring... Status: Open, Ongoing
Afternoon sun streaked into his room, waking the Captain from his drunken stupor. He was dressed in his typical pirate attire, his black pants, white undershirt, black leather vest, duster, and hat all slightly skewed by his curled position on the bed. "When was the last time I slept on a bed?" he asked himself, bewildered as he brought a hand up to his face to block the sunlight. He stood and stretched, walking towards the sunlight to figure out what time it was. About 2pm if he guessed right, and Jack was fairly good at telling time by the sun's position. He smirked, pleased with himself, before he glanced around the rest of his room. Definitely not his hammock aboard the Black Pearl, or the uncomfortable wood desk in his office aboard the ship either.
So where was he? A hotel, it seemed, and an island to boot! He may just get a chance to sail while he was here. Jack wasn't one for putting too much energy into wondering. He'd much rather be wandering, which was exactly what he set out to do. He straightened out his clothing, checked to make sure his sword, pistol, and compass were all in place, and walked right out the door. It latched behind him, and Jack turned, reading the number 307. His room.
With a spring in his step, Jack walked away from his room and found the stairs. He took them two at a time, practically bounding down the stairs and exited on the ground level, walking into the lobby as he whistled a tune. People were strolling around, people he had never seen before, dressed in clothing he thought was indecent for a classy woman, and instantly assumed he had died and gone to hooker heaven. With a grin, he plopped down in one of the few chairs in the lobby and watched the people as they walked by.