Feisty Swan...

[seaswann]

While I appreciate not being forgotten, there is only one place I wish to be. Take me there before I become angry.

(Who taught her how to use a pistol? This isn't fair.)

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[seaswann]

You do have my sympathy. I take it that you are not bored, however.

[justguidelines]

I only have me ship in one. [And it's a ship she won't even know, lucky him.] I'm plenty occupied, but I wouldn't call that a good thing.

[seaswann]

You mean the Black Pearl? (Time gaps are fun.) Yet you take the time to educate me.

[justguidelines]

Nay, she's lost. The Queen Anne's Revenge.

[Good luck figuring that one out.]

Well, I'm sure there are some that prefer me here instead of me blowing up another one of those micro-whatsits again.

[seaswann]

I have never heard of that ship. You must acquire it - her - in the future.

(She is glad Jack retains his ship - or so she surmises.)

Micro-whatsits?

[justguidelines]

Aye, after the Pearl was sunk.

[Sorry, not letting you live with thinking Jack Sparrow has it. Even if...He actually does. And has it onboard the Revenge.]

I'm not quite sure what the actual name is. But apparently it's for cooking food, only I found out a bit too late the tin paper shouldn't go inside of it.

[Hector Barbossa, master of modern technology.]

[seaswann]

How? (The last she remembers is the Pearl sailing away into the sunset with Jack as Captain.) Furthermore, how did you live through that gunshot?

(She narrows her eyes contemplatively, pursing her lips.)

What happens when you put tin in it?

[justguidelines]

Well, me being upright and breathing is a story for another time. As for the Pearl...Well. I'm sure you've heard of Blackbeard. [And no, that name's not said - still - like it's something gross.]

It explodes. Right good, too, shiny pieces of whatever it's made of when everywhere.

[seaswann]

Who hasn't? Does he actually exist? (She assumed he was a legend.)

It sounds dangerous. What is it used for?

lol oh god 5am typos hell yeah

[justguidelines]

Well, it's more he did exist. [You connect the dots.]

Cooking, though honestly, I'd be loathe to take anything from it.

I see nothing.

[seaswann]

Is he...undead? (Too many pirate zombies!)

(She shakes her head.) I'm afraid I have to agree with that point. Besides, you don't need to cook apples.

(Yes, she remembers his favorite food.)

[justguidelines]

No. Just the regular kind. [Poison toads and Jack's lying. Potent combination.]

To be honest...I think, perhaps, apples might have to be put on hold for a while. [Can't cook, won't trust the magic dining rooms in Wonderland...Yeah, he's...About appled out.]

[seaswann]

And you know that for sure because...you were present for it? (Interesting.)

Why is that? I thought you were craving them.

[justguidelines]

If you wish to be polite about it, aye.

Aye, and so I were. However, given me present circumstances...Well. I've sated that craving and then some.

[seaswann]

Did you kill him?

I see. I can see them getting old.

[justguidelines]

Aye. [So simply and bluntly said, actually.]

A bit of advice, Miss Swann. If you happen to go to a place where there be...This so-called 'modern' food, avoid it like it's poison. Because it is.

[seaswann]

How? I...don't remember that tale.

(...huh.) Poison? (Well he would know about that, wouldn't he?) I'll keep that in mind.

[justguidelines]

Poison toads. Though I wager you're...A wee bit behind that story.

So you should.

[seaswann]

I think I'm a bit behind quite a few stories.

...thank you.

[justguidelines]

Well, you're not missing much. So I wouldn't worry it over too much.

[seaswann]

You mean I'm not missing anything positive.