In an instant, the evening Cordelia had planned for herself went from looking bright to downright terrifying. She was re-reading a passage in an ancient ritual that had been discovered in the ruins of an unknown city somewhere in the Middle East when something just felt wrong. At first, she couldn't put her finger on it. Then, when she was reaching for her cup of coffee, she realized exactly what the problem was.
"What the hell?" the brunette muttered, staring in abject horror at the black bubbling mass of something that was suddenly in the palm of her hand. Shaking her hand, hoping she could fling it off, she felt her stomach tighten in concern when that didn't work. Refusing to lose her cool, however, she grabbed a napkin and tried wiping it off. When that didn't work, her cool became a thing of the past as true panic began to set in.
However, the problem with having a black bubbling thing stuck to your skin meant, aside from trying to pull it off, wash it off, or shake it off, there just wasn't much else you could do. She couldn't very well cut off her own hand, and she wasn't about to skin herself either. What other options were left?
"Okay," she spoke outloud, sitting back down in her chair and forcing herself to calm down. "Think, Cordy. If it won't wipe off, or wash off, or even just plain come off, then it clearly has to be mystical in nature. Which is good, because hello! Giant database of mystical stuff sitting right in front of you!"
Feeling a little stupid at having not realized this sooner, Cordelia rolled her chair closer to the computer and began typing (with only her non-spotted hand, of course) in a search for whatever had attached itself to her skin. When she found it, though, she almost wished she was still clueless. Because this? Was so far out of her element that she wasn't even sure where to start trying to figure it out.
"Accused? What in the hell have I been accused of? And, uh, hello. Last time I checked, definitely not a pirate. Obviously this is some mistake... so why won't it come AH!" The last part turned into a shriek as a vision sent her falling backwards out of the chair and landing hard on the ground. It was vague, very vague in fact. She could smell the ocean, hear water, and see only two things.
The creature she assumed was Davy Jones... and her.