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Captain Jack Sparrow (jack_and_rum) wrote in labyrinth_rpg,

His head was supposed to be gone. He'd seen the Kraken leering large and monstrous above his head and he'd made his peace. Thanks to Elizabeth he would be going to the great Pirate Cove below. Except that was not what he saw when he opened his eyes after waiting far longer than he'd thought the Kraken would take to eat a small, insignificant man such as himself. In the scheme of things he was large in his own world but the Kraken had dwarfed him. He had smelled the putrid breath wafting from the thing's enormous mouth, felt the moisture of its drooling lips on his face. Yes, his head should be gone now. He really couldn't fault Elizabeth. The thing had only been after him and he would rather her be safe without him than trying to escape with him. She had done something so Jack Sparrow that he even had to smile at her gumption. He was still smiling to himself when the sparkly man had started with his daft speech, knocking Jack from his reverie and nearly completely off balance.

Needless to say his head was not gone and he was standing in a circle with a bunch of people in a place that looked like it might have been dreamed up by Elizabeth's imaginative mind. He'd heard of men who'd been through extreme circumstances having visions of ghosts and other places. He'd seen them in the taverns, trapped in their own heads after a fight had knocked their brains around their skulls a few times.

Jack put up one finger and was about to interrupt when the sparkly man abruptly left. There was no way to ask a question from him now and the little things he'd called his servants were busy scurrying around. Jack made a distasteful face at the goblins. He had his mask of drunkeness up immediately.

Stumbling slightly a step or two forward, he took the key and the book from the air, turning his eyes warily around at those who stood nearby.

"Well isn't that something," he slurred. "I would just like to say, for the record, that this was not in any way my idea and that I do not have any rum. Where is the rum?"