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byhisbootstraps) wrote2007-09-19 01:03 am
byhisbootstraps) wrote2007-09-19 01:03 am
He Dreamed Of A Ship On The Sea
Tortuga never changes.
Oh, it's a different blowsy whore offering to relieve him of his troubles and his last few coins, and it's a different pack of drunks shouting uproariously at each other, and a different poor sod sleeping it off in the pigpen, but nothing's really changed since the last few times Bootstrap Bill Turner was here.
Except, of course, himself.
Bill manages to put off the painted trollop, sidestep the developing brawl, and get to a corner table with his tankard mostly unspilled. He sits down, takes a drink, and hunches slightly over.
Another drink, maybe two, and then maybe he'll see if anyone in port is taking on crew.
Oh, it's a different blowsy whore offering to relieve him of his troubles and his last few coins, and it's a different pack of drunks shouting uproariously at each other, and a different poor sod sleeping it off in the pigpen, but nothing's really changed since the last few times Bootstrap Bill Turner was here.
Except, of course, himself.
Bill manages to put off the painted trollop, sidestep the developing brawl, and get to a corner table with his tankard mostly unspilled. He sits down, takes a drink, and hunches slightly over.
Another drink, maybe two, and then maybe he'll see if anyone in port is taking on crew.
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For a moment he bars their way, then the smile turns into a welcoming grin as he steps aside and flourishes the broad-brimmed hat off his head in a parody of a courtly bow.
"Captain Sparrow, welcome back to the Pearl."
((OOC: Sorry, I just had to do it, if only for the forebodingness of the moment. ))