Why's the Rum always gone?

[Cap'n. Jack Sparrow]

A tune. Yes, that was it. It was a tune that erupted softly from the man's mouth into the air, as he balanced himself on the rail of his ship; The Black Pearl. The ship had arrived not to far from the port, he wasn't welcome there, and after all he wouldn't be seen near the bay, he made sure of that. The tune continued to exit his mouth, Yo ho! A Pirate's Life For Me~ it seemed he observed the place from the point he was, his ship was closing the shores of Port Royal, the seagulls delivered their sound to echoed across the sky, and not far from where his ship was, were the sound, voices and noises of people, welcoming those who they'd welcome properly, not a man like him. " Ah'm, it seems we're here? " Having the need to ask this to himself, another pirate would come and shout his name, " Cap'n Jack Sparrow! We've arrived at Port Royal! " Making the pirate's entrance was something well done by his crew, it would also attract attention.

His head turned in the direction where his name came from in such fashion, elevating a brow for it to hide underneath the bandanna among his attire. " Really, now? Ye know ye shouldn't be shouting me name. I, be in no need of an entrance, it can become a party for others ye'see. " The other's face grew amazed by the words of Captain Jack Sparrow, and nodded his head all obedient like to said words, " Yes, Cap'n Jack Sparrow. " The man known as Captain for his crew, jumped from the rail to the deck, where his boots met the wood, " We'll get what we need, and what we all need is rum. Now, " hands fell against his sides, gazing about the ship for his crew, those present were called out with only his eyes, picking them out. " Get the rum, food, and have yer fun, mates! Tonight, we'll stay away from the port and back to the sea! " Every single one of them shouted in agreement with his words, " Aye, Captain! " And so they would make their way into the markets, though he would make his way into his deck, for time and drink what was left of the rum.

[Don Karnage]

The crew of The Black Pearl would find themselves in a world of difference and freshness, it would come in the form of an odd-looking flag flapping at the center of town, a few feet from the loading docks where Jack Sparrow's ship was currently parked.

The flag was unlike anything the band of pirates would have seen before, at least the decision to use a fox with crossbones, but that was the least of their worries. Right now, they would also begin to comprehend that Port Royal was under some form of new leadership, and in moments that fox icon would make perfect sense when, what looked like, anthromorphic creatures began to walk around the area, wearing an unusual assortment of clothing.

"I don't understand why the boss is making us do thiiiiiiiis! I don't waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaanna! It's so boooooooooring!"

The nasally voice belonged to a small dog-like creature, wearing what appeared to be pilot goggles and hat, he only stood a little above 5'5", but next to him was a towering giant of muscle who, creepily enough, wore a top hat with a pinkish-purpleish feature tucked in on the left side.

"Ya know'uh the boss won't want'uh's to fail."

This voice sounded gruff, but Sweedish in its delivery, if Jack Sparrow or his crew had ever encountered anything of the sort in their long years of travel. However, the doggish duo would stumble upon the new ship in the harbor, quickly pondering how long it had been there, as well as how.

"Heeeeeey! When do you think thaaaaaat got there?"

"Me not know, but me thinkin' we need'uh tell the boss."

"Noooo! If we do thaaaaat, the boss'll cut our throats, and... I kinda like the ability to talk."

"Then whadda'uh supposin' we do?"

"We're patrollers, right? We'll just keep walking, if they're wanting to cause trouble, we'll catch them."

"Me no think the Cap'n will like dat, if me reca--"

"Hey! I'M the leader here."

"You are?"

"Of course, who else would be able to handle a job like this? Certainly not you! So, we do what I say, okay?"

"Oh, okay."

Mad Dog, the nasally voiced one, took a second look at Jack Sparrow and immediately decided that, on second thought, maybe it was best to go and report back to Don Karnage. Dumptruck, the larger of the two, could only agree.

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Elsewhere, deeper in the town of Portal Royal, the remainder of the Iron Vulture's cargo continued to indulge in their own selfish desires, having found a suitable enviornment since the Heartless invasion a little while back, which resulted in their losing their home, but this was just fine.

"Hey there, toots! You wanna get with the cat's meow?"

The voice belonged to a rather large and obese-looking feline, the only one of Don Karnage's all-dog crew (save Kit Cloudkicker, who was a grizzly bear, but he was no longer a pirate). He was addressing the female population, which had since been forced to stay, as leaving Port Royal, at least at the moment, was out of the question. It affected everyone, except the Air Pirates.

"I wouldn't get with you if you were the tiger's roar!"

And with that, she slapped him hard, causing him to grab his cheek and rub it. However, he just began to laugh, slamming his clenched fist down on the table top and ordering another drink of Jack Sparrow's favorite: Rum.

"Hurry it up, will ya?"

On the other side of the bar, the remainder of Don Karnage's crew was dancing, having the time of their life since the departure from Pirate Island back in their homeland. It was fortunate they stumbled across this place after experiencing an interdimensional storm when cruising in the Iron Vulture, but now was the time to live it up, as Jock, the crew's chief engineer, tinkered and fixed the Iron Vulture.

"Blimey! This joint is quite the widdle-wash."

The voice belonged to Hacksaw, the fidgety member of Don Karnage's crew, but also the most unstable. The English accent was no excuse to automatically assume he was of high and noble class, it was just a disturbing contradiction of sorts.

"Goo' t'ing the cap'n found it, or I'd have gone stark mad! Hehehehehe!"

Hacksaw, like Hal before him, ordered another round of Rum. However, those sticks and straps of various explosives, most notably dynamite, were not exactly screaming 'intoxicate me'. If anything, it made the patrons of the bar more cautious of this so-called pirate band, but not much choice could be given: in exchange for drinks, they were allowed to live.

"Well, lookie 'ere! If you aren't 'alf bad lookin'!"

Again, the disrespecting of the female gender, and at which obtained him another smack. His face wobbled a bit, but when his tongue came slopping down, dangling and dripping with saliva, it indicated he was okay. In fact, he tossed his head back into manical laughter.

"Will YOU shut up, ya mangy mutt? I'm the king of gettin' slapped 'round these parts!"

"Would ye mind makin' a good sporting of this event then? To the most slapped, loser gives up their sleeping quarters!"

Hal smirked, stroking his chin and realizing that it would be nice having access to two beds, but being a pirate and a savage one at that added something to the wager.

"For a week, and the loser has to sleep outside, on top of the Iron Vulture!"

Hacksaw cackled, already enjoying where this was going. So, of course, with a rapid succession of nods agreed, and the two toasted instead of shaking hands, as it was said to shake hands with a pirate would result in lost fingers. It was settled, and the two continued on their own bar side adventures.

"We better not drink too much, the cap'n'll kill us! He's about to come on stage, and you know how seriously he takes himself."

And, just as if on cue, the lights dimmed and a single one shone on the red drapes that concealed the stage from the public's eyes. Don Karnage's crew knew just what this meant, so they began to hoot and hollar, being the only ones to do so as the others were forced to remain seated and to be here. If anything, they made hisses and muttered remarks.

"Annnnnnnd now, the moment all of you lovely ladies and gentlemens have been waiting for!"

That voice, it was Don Karnage's. That ridiculous ego of his would only allow his greatness to be introduced by, who better? Himself. It only made sense.

"Yes! It is me, that spectaculus splendor! That King of Carnage! Doooooooon Kaaaaaaarnaaaaaaaaaaaage!"

The curtains raised, and there stood the anthromorphic wolf, fanged grin and polished outfit buttons gleaming, both competiting for shiniest on stage. He wiggled his eyebrows, and made a throwing gesture with his arm, which was concealing badly hidden roses.

"Thank you! Thank you! These are for you, my ever appreciativy audience!"

'Appreciativy'? It was a word created due to his thick Hispanic-sounding accent. It was not too hard to follow what he said, it only took a few moments of being with the Iron Vulture captain to comprehend their intentional meanings, but the word was not justifying what the audience's reaction, save his own crew members, were doing. He reached behind the curtain, grabbing his shipmate Gibber, snarling.

"What is WRONG wit' 'dis crowd? I was told they appreciate GOOD talent, MY talent!"

Gibber, of course, never talking aloud leaned in to whisper into Don Karnage's ear. It took a minute or so, but when he was finished the captain was smiling from ear to ear, nodding.

"Ah! Of course, they are stunned by the Don Karnage charm! No wonder they are silent, yes?"

He released Gibber, returned from behind the curtain and glanced across at the sea of people, and resumed where he left off.

"I know it is not often you see remarkable talent here, but do try to manage."

The audience remained silent, a few coughs, to which he laughed and overlooked the obvious that keeping them captive and beyond their will was not exactly an audience pleaser.

"Ha ha ha! So, you are still shy, no? I may blush many shades, you are all so kind to me!"

The show would continue to go on like this.

[Cap'n. Jack Sparrow]

Thumb and index cupped his chin, and as if he were giving the moment a hard thought, he struggled or at least pretended to think, while he searched through his mind for a way, a reason to into town. He groaned, dismissing the first idea that popped into his pirate head, and grunted softly to the second thought that would support the idea, and so a few repeatedly clicks of his tongue against the roof of his mouth, exited his mouth. Index finger tapped the side of his chin, lifting a brow that hid itself underneath the red durag and hair that was well; in a way his fashion. Clank, and thuds were heard here and there, across the deck where the pirate, Jack Sparrow walked upon, rather pace upon, while he thought. The ship; The Black Pearl, was at shore and the port was Port Royal, a place that did not welcome Captain Sparrow, no, Captain Jack Sparrow and his crew to step said port.

" Rum, fun, women.., " he paused, head tilted to one side as if he weighted the choices on one side, " ..to remain on board, no rum, no fun, and no women? " His head then tilted to the other side, and with that dark chocolate pools widened, realizing the second choices, were to fun at all. " Whu'? This can't happen, I, Cap'n Jack Sparrow is need of rum, fun and of course, women. " The sides of his lips demonstrated a smile, and not only that, the gold, the shiny, the silver and the white, no, rotten yellow teeth one could see if in front of this man's smile. Before he could agree with himself, from where he stood, on the high deck, his eyes befell upon the figures on another kind of pirates? No. Impossible, those--beings couldn't be pirates, but there was a way to find out, was there not? " Tsk, tsk, tsk, " He three-digit tapped his petals, dirty fingertips that of course touched his own mouth, but of course, it was healthy, to him, it was. It was savvy?

" Unfair, really. " He frowned briefly, and lightly to himself, seeing with his own two eyes, what seemed a pair of pirates, while his own mates, his crew was enjoying their time, with bottles of liquor and women, next to them. Before he could say more, before he could make his way down and step onto land. It wouldn't take him long to enter a crowded place? He sighed, always having the knack to walk into such places, his eyes drifted toward the--King of Carnage? Don Karnage? " Ye'mate, everyone's a King now. Maybe I should be one too. " A chuckle escaped his mouth, a hand rested against his side, as he stood on the wooden floor that creaked and showed signs of age. But, he stood like a gentleman. Was it possible? Maybe, but he observed the pirate, the being introduced himself, in such fashion. He sighed, and clicked his tongue once more. A limb extended forward to reach for the loose rope that dangle and danced about freely, and with a tug toward him and a jump he pushed himself forth.

" Yo-ho!-- " He flinched, and winced, probably doing wrong by drawing attention to himself. He then whistled under a soft breath, in a low monotone, to play it off, and behave in his normal mannerism.

[Don Karnage]

The arrival of Jack Sparrow would silence the entire area, all of those being held hostage to watch the Iron Vulture's captain perform his routines, over and over and over, glanced to his direction. However, since the Black Pearl's last voyage, the town had come under a new sense of leadership.

"You have some nerve there, pal! Bargin' in on'na the cap'n's time like that."

Hal, the obese-looking feline, looked to Jack Sparrow, clawed fingers curling around the mug's handle, awaiting any sort of prevoked action or comment.

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!"

Hacksaw began to laugh, finding the enviornment all too nervous inducing to do much else, or be of much use. Regardless, the sticks of dynamite strapped his his limbs and body served as furhter indication of the twisted perception of sanity inbetween his ears. But in the end, it would be the captain who embraced Jack Sparrow's presence.

"Well, now! What do we's'uh be having here, hmmm?"

The anthromorphic fox moved across the lit stage, taking only a few moments to leap down from it, landing on the floor below and revealing that the human had a foot or two on him in terms of height, but the numberical superiority was clearly the dashing canine's.

"I do be hoping you have goooood explaination for this, riiiight? I don't appreciate those who interupt MY show! The GrrrrrrrrrrrrEAT Guru of Goodieness is much deserving of respect!"

He sounded slightly annoyed, but within the tone of voice was managed a well-rounded and reserved individual. However, in due time the real personality would bubble up and leak out, but for now there was not much else to do but tolerate his egocentrical mannerisms.

"These goodly peoples are wanting to have a good time, yes?"

'Goodly', another self-created word of his, all due to that eccentric-sounding dialect of his, which resembled a Hispanic native of sorts. His voice soon became louder, filled with more resolve and confidence, though it began building arrogance.

"And, the Superbly Spifferric Seaman of the Seven Seas will not be one to disappoint!"

All of the Air Pirates tossed their heads back, cackling as they raised their Rum-filled mugs to the sky above, toasting one another, then downing them as fast as a rat scurries off with a piece of trash.

"Tonight, we ALL dance to my honor, no? And there is only one excuse accepted: you die, no dance."

The fox moved closer to Jack Sparrow, reaching at his side to draw his gleaming blade, bringing it mere inches from Jack's rugged facial features, casting a reflective glow as a result.

"I do hope you like to dance, or else we may be having liiiiiittle problem, hmmm?"

[Locke]

A beautiful music sounded, that of a tinkling of golden coins in a leather drawstring purse. A sly grin spread the treasure hunter's lips as the portly man at the bar would probably start missing his money right...about...now.

"Hey! Wher'd m'wallet go?" Came the slurring voice far enough behind him to not arouse suspicion in the lithe grinning man.

A hand lightly skimmed across a chair back as he made his way around it and the table it belonged to, his other hand busy with the table across from the one he was drawing attnetion to and came back with yet another purse. These people were just giving away their money to him, by keeping their wallets out in the open they were just *asking* for him to transfer ownership. The furry ones were the easiest to pick pocket, simply because the anthros didn't seem to know what pockets were.

Suddenly the room got focused and he paused from his perusing to watch the introduction of some Don Karnage. Odd fellow. That was only the beginning, he soon realized. Curious eyes glanced over between the two men now standing in confrontation, a hand holdng fingers just gently to his lips as curiousity flowed in his veins.

The two stood muzzle to chest but the shorter one had the advantage with the rapier to the latter one's neck. Sparrow...Jack Sparrow, that's who that was. Oho, this was entertaining, though that threat to dance was one he'd probably pass on, probably.

"Excuse me, are you using this chair? You're not? Why thank you." Pulling the chair aside he stood up on it and started clapping as loud as he could. "Brilliant show! Encore! A dance you say?" His hands were on his hips and then one lifted, palm toward the ceiling, and swept out his arm. "If there are any young, beautiful, women here who would enjoy the company as a talented man such as myself I'd gladly do them the honor of having this dance. Or," his eyes locked onto the anthromorphic wolf, a grin spreading on his face, "is this a dance the young ladies should be left out of, swords are such clumsy things when you're trying to waltz, wouldn't you say?"

[Squall Leonhart]

[Since Yahoo! is undergoing some work, I'll just compliment you here. Your Locke = P-E-R-F-E-C-T. The fact he actually showed an interest in Don Karnage's words is magnificent, I applaud you. When Alex posts, I know just what I'm going to have Karnage do, too.]

[Cap'n. Jack Sparrow]

]x[Such an entrance, but the pirate did not want to continue with it, not at all, he had drawn the attention of them room itself, his dark brown eyes glanced from left to right. As he gave a half-way turn to make his way back out, cautiously yet obvious that he was retreating, even while the canine spoke. Stopping on his tracks, just a few feet from exiting the place, the smell of rum was about the place, but he could pass on that, and save his skin. With his right hand idly up, his index finger and gestures wouldn't take too long to come about, specially coming from Jack Sparrow himself, he observed the crowd, but wouldn't say much, until the one running said show, questioned him. Lips parted, revealing a set of teeth, shiny at that, saying, " Carry on, mate. I did not mean to interrupt said, show and, host. "

Sparrow offered the pirate who approached him a brief grin, after said words that came under a smugly, tone, as if his tongue drag them out, but of course, were somewhat clear to hear. As quick as he answered, the odd fellow, continued on, and as decent and well mannered, Sparrow was acting and behaving to save his skin, from maybe a fight, mouth parted yet again, " Right you are. Now, mind me not, I'll take my leave, and not interrupt. " He idly moved his index about, in a very odd manner, for Sparrow could be flailing in a mild manner, as he pointed out to the exit, dreadlocks and braided hair motioned about, and brushed against the side of his face. Oddly, he was not wearing the adoring tricorne, which made his facial features easy to see and catch.

As he stepped back upon seeing the blade be drawn and well pointed at him, he lifted brows, as lips etched into a friendly smile, maybe yet another grin? Extending his left hand he shoved the tip of the blade to the side, making sure it would not point at him, at least while he spoke, " Bugger. " He said, as he continued, " Dance? Such is not my thing, that thing is the such of type that one, like me cannot do. Therefore, I also say, said little problem, can be solved, like gentlemen, savvy? " Head tilted some, hands were kept idly up, as he offered the other canine pirate a way out of this, without him having to withdraw his sword, or end up fighting.

As he shot a glance to the blond one, who was almost making the same offer, dark chocolate pools, narrowed briefly on the fellow, perhaps he would agree, and yes he did, with a nod of his head, lips parted again, " Let us all have fun. Dance, party, fun time? I like them, drinks all around. Now, carry on with your show, mate. Be the host. " Giving the canine a slight nod, he took a few steps forward, cautiously he would again give his early attempt to exit the play, calmly and in a sneaky manner, now not possible, since all eyes were on him? " Rum. Women. Fun, eh? " He said, his tone was or could be hard for one to catch, but Sparrow made sure they would hear him, as he tried to make his way out, in a very friendly manner.]x[

[Don Karnage]

The entertainment was put on hold for another few moments, but as if one pick pocket was not enough, there came another one with a smile that worked like a magnet, women being pieces of metal that just came to him, or so was his intention.

"Ooooooooo!"

The voice wasn't a moan or amazement, but of the Air Pirates Captain getting annoyed, frustrated at all these people coming in, taking away from his time, his attention and most importantly, his opportunity for glory and fame across all worlds. How that made him so angry.

"Oooooo, 'DIS makes me SOOOO aaaaanGRY!"

About that time the front doors opened, allowing Mad Dog and Dumptruck to enter, the idiotic duo that had originally seen the Black Pearl lay anchor at the shore of Port Royal, and like the loud mouths they were, immediately shouted the already too obvious to their beloved master.

"Booooosssss! You won't believe what we found, a PIRAAAATE SHIP!"

The coyote used his swordless hand, opening it and slamming it against his face, then pulling it down over his long snout, allowing it to slip off his face and leave his nose to wiggle widly, like a diving board or something. However, despite being amusing visually, there was a growling of agitation.

"A... pirate ship, you say? Well, it seems I'm admist two SUPER-GENIESSES!"

The word 'geniesses' was an attempt to say 'genius', but the thick Hispanic-sounding accent prevented it from coming out, and what did was rather unique and comical, but no one dared laugh, not even those out of their captain's sight range.

"Obviously, 'dis is a PIRATE TOWN, you bumbling idiots! OF COURSE, there IS pirate ships, for the pirates! Who else do you thinks use a pirate ship? LAWYERS?!"

Mad Dog lowered his head, but Dumptruck spoke up, which was unusual as when the captain gave a yelling all were silent for several minutes afterwards.

"Don't lawyers steal t'ings, too, Cap'n?"

Dumptruck was taking a chance, but like every other time it did not amuse the captain, not at all. He would be sure to let the Swedish dialect canine know just how he felt to his snappy remark to his previous comment.

"Ooooooo! I hate smart mouths! Hate, hate, hate, hate, haaaaaaaate!"

Before Don Karnage could make them walk the plank, well, something along the lines of punishment as to make them walk the plank would require them to be on the Iron Vulture, but regardless, before some sort of capital infliction could occure, Dumptruck took back up speaking.

"Durr, me remember dat der be a ship called... Black Purr... Err, right, Mad Dog?"

Mad Dog scowled, glancing to Dumptruck and then Don Karnage, but not before taking another moment to smack the big bafoon's head.

"Black PEARL! PEARL, not PURR, you knucklehead!"

At that moment, almost immediately, Don Karnage's eyes went wide, pupils shooting to... Locke Cole?! It seems that the ever so clever pirate captain had made a mistake, but rather death he would prefer than to admit his wrongful accusation.

"The Black Pearl!? Here, in Port Royal?! Ooooh, how delightfully convienent for me!"

He had looked right past the oh-so-obvious Jack Sparrow, and right to the man standing atop a chair, applauding and talking in a charming voice.

"So, yous is Jack Sparrows! Ah-ha! I, the ever elaborate and snazzy dresser for whatever the occassion, Doooooooon Kaaaaaaarrrrrnage, have found you!"

The Air Pirates Captain raised his sword up and away from the real Jack Sparrow, now pointing it at Locke, whom was experiencing a case of mistaken identity from the Air Pirates. Dumptruck and Mad Dog just watched, they had done something not to be yelled at? This was turning out to be a better-than-usual day, for now.

"I would not try 'n run away, Senor Sparrows! We have much to sit and talk about, but first... sit down, enjoy the remainder of the show! I may be a cut throat sea dog, but I do have the decency to give my victims a spectaculous show!"

As if on cue, and to ruin his happiness, Dumptruck and Mad Dog glanced to the real Jack Sparrow, then asking their leader what to do with him. Taking no longer than a second, the coyote brushed him off with a simple command.

"We have no use for nobodies, so why not have some fun with him, no? The Pit should be done, throw him in there, the... Heartless should find some use for him!"

Mad Dog blinked, remembering that the Pit had been built inside the Iron Vulture, but how would they get a pirate who had lots of men in there? It would transform into a large brawl, and despite being pirates themselves, they were cowardly when it came to overwealming odds in fights.

"But, Boss! He has lots and lots of men with him! How are we going to throw him into the Pit?"

Don Karnage snarled, having his precious time taken away, and for what? What he believed to be the fake Jack Sparrow, someone of no importance, but he would sacrifice some seconds to give them another piece of his mind.

"What is so difficult to comprehen'?! YOU PUT THEM ALL IN THE PIT, YOU WINGLESS WEINIES!"

"ALL of them?!"

"YES, ALL OF THEM! You are a PIRATE, so... BE ONE!"

[Locke]

Oh well now, this was an interesting turn of events and the sheer surprise of being addressed as the famous sea pirate Jack Sparrow had him thrown for a mere split second until his silvery tongue could respond.

"Jack Sparrow, you say?" he asked as his lithe form took itself gracefully down off the chair he'd been using to alight the ground. Once there he happend to notice a very attractive young woman staring at him with a look mixed between mild anxiety and admiration. With a flashy grin he took her hand, kissed its top before giving a deep bow, "fear not, my lovely canary, all will be resolved. You have my word. And then perhaps may I have this dance, I promise to not look down that bodice at the cleft of cleavage you're displaying no matter how tempting it might--" he was cut off from that vow by a back handed slap across the face. "Some other time then," he responded while rubbing his cheek, stepping up now to the anthro dog.

"It would seem that one such as yourself would have a keen eye, but I cannot blame you for mistaking me, the greatest Treasure Hunter in this world, for being Jack Sparrow, a well known, but indeed lesser, man. The mistake is forgiven, however, for I am Locke Cole, remember that name well for you'll surely hear it again! I am the best at what I do, something a man like you can appreciate, am I right?" Grinning he let his arms wave expansively while discussing himself, a dramatic flair about his demeanor evident in every motion. He was certainly confident in himself, that much anyone could tell.

[Cap'n. Jack Sparrow]

Oh, but it would be the right thing for him to do, keeping quiet at the very moment was the best choice in the book, even while he was trying to make his way out. Was it so much of the difficulty to see that he is the man that goes by the name of, Jack--Captain Jack Sparrow? Of course those who give this man a second careful scan would know and point him out. As his hands were idly kept up, his figure which barely kept a decent balance with the ground, would only make him seen as one of the bunch, who had come into the place for some fun. He could bold that himself, the word that is, if given paper and ink. But sadly, it was the lack of knowledge of the other pirate who had offered him to stick around for him, that led the odd looking being to mistake another fellow, for him.

As quiet as possible he stood there, dark brown chocolate pools, would only narrow as the conversation of said ship would start. His visage and gestures, were not giving any moment of struggle to any of them, but of course he couldn't help himself bu sigh and roll his eyes, moment after the ship was mentioned. A-ha! But it was not mention with proper name, until he, himself would correct the mistake, but as soon as his lips parted, the correction was already made. So, features found themselves in defeat as if a young boy, would want to rewind time and do the correction himself. Beat to it, he shrugged and so snapped back where he found himself, right in front of more pirates, and man that goes by the name, of Locke Cole. Very interesting indeed, but there was more, as the captain of the Black Pearl, saw his chance to escape. There would come to his attention, that Don Karnage failed to mention, 'Captain' when his named was said, out loud.

Head tilted some, only to fix his eyes upon the thief who was flirting and directing himself toward the woman. A hand extended forth, with almost jazz hand and about two or three fingers were wiggling about, as if to reach for the attention he was asking for. " Gents, I say you discuss of this over some rum, " ah, did the taste of saying such linger about his own esophagus, mouth and lips, and even maybe the pit of his stomach. Quite right, this is where he emitted a sigh, and a frown occupied his features, and so he would continue saying, " We can then see to it, that this ship--The Black Pearl, has said Captain Jack Sparrow, and, " with a bit of louder tone, his finger stood out to point out to the roof, was it? Hard to understand the gestures, features, and body language of man, who spoke under a complicated tone of voice. Yet there was his own correction being made, when he pronounced his own name.

" Then do as to whatever is it that you, " idly and directly pointed at the one hosting the fun; Don Karnage. " Good ol' Don Karnage, want with him. " And so a nod would come, and lips would curled up to a smile, but was that enough coming from Sparrow? yet again he brushed his own thoughts aside, for the time being, wanting to leave the pace, not without the taste of pure, delicious rum in his mouth.

[Don Karnage]

The self-introduction of Locke Cole impressed him, he was even clapping, having placed his sword under his right arm to do so.

"Oooh, hooo! Very good, veeeerrrry goooood!"

Almost as if on cue, Mad Dog leaned in towards his captain, whispering in his ears that it probably was not the best idea to misplace his weapon, especially with two unknowns so close in proximity.

"Waaaaait a min'nit! You cannot fool me, Jack Sparrow! I hear many t'ings of how you like to play the mind tricks! I, Dooooon KARNAGE, will not fall for it, for I am too cunning, too wiley, too remarkably handsome and talented to ever allow such a--"

He was interupted by Dumptruck, who would probably be caned for this later, as it was a death wish to intrude on the captain's self-praising speeches. However, sometimes, the content of said interuption could be their ticket to a lesser punishment, which Dumptruck's did not contain.

"Boss, I be t'inkin' dat dey both be this Jack Sparrow fella!"

Silence filled the room, at which point the coyote captain used his free left hand, raised it, and brought it down upon the top of his head, his forehead. He held it there for a moment, slowly dragging it down as his body quivered with utter annoyance before he blew his top.

"Yoooou IDDDDDIOT! How can there be TWO of ONE?! Two plus another is THREE!"

"Oh, oh! So.. YOU Jack Sparrow, too, huh, boss?!"

"No! No! No! I AM NOT JACK SPARROW, YOU BLITHERING IMBECILLY! I said that two plus one is three, not two!"

"1... 2... 3... I see three, so do dat make me right?"

"Will YOU stop wit' the Jack Sparrow's!? NO MORE JACK SPARROW! We're ALL Jack Sparrow!"

"Aye, aye, Cap'n Sparrow!"

"Where did I find these peoples?"

Having got that out of his sytem, the cunning pirate leader turned back towards Locke and Jack Sparrow, taking now the time to admire and acknowledge them more so than he had in the previous moments they spent together, be it good or bad.

"You must forgive my incompetitty crew! I juggle the responsibility of being, both, ship captain and crew geniess! But, enough about me, let's talk about what I'm going to do with you two!"

Mad Dog, once more, approached the situation and whispered into the captain's ear, but it was turned down with a quick punch to the side of the head.

"You want me to do, WHAT?! I cannot ask him that, that would be silly of me!"

"But, bossssss! I really think he did it, he stole my wallet!"

"Pirates do not ask, they take!"

Sighing, the Iron Vulture captain lowered his guard, glanced over at Locke and asked in a rather surprisingly nice and motherly tone. It was unusual, but at the same time it served as an inner-dimension into the mind of this raving egocentrical terror of the seven seas.

"Senor Cole, please excuse the accusing rudeness of my crew member, but would you be as so kind as to return his belongings to him?"

Now that that was taken care of, all that remained was Jack Sparrow, the real Jack Sparrow. He was the tallest of the trio, as well as the most incoherent one of the bunch, especially with the talk of rum one had to wonder, was this man sober? It was a mystery many pondered, none rarely discovered its true answer.

"You, who be the REAL Jack Sparrow! I was expecting more of a... buff man, with shiny teeth, maybe a poodle, or something, I don't know... it is rather disappointing to see you, you know?"

Almost as if to further irritate their captain, other members of the Air Pirates made their presence known to the legendary Jack Sparrow, beginning with the overly obese fat cat, Hal.

"Would you sign my autograph book, Mr. Sparrow? And, and, make it out to 'My Favorite Fat Cat'!"

The captain could not believe this, his own crew were treating this little fiasco as if it were a walk through the streets of Hollywood, only instead of the papparazzi and cameras you had pirates and sabers. It could make his blood boil, and it did when he screamed at the top of his lungs.

"Would you all BE QUIET! Now you see why I take NONE of you on any vacations! This is why, you ALWAYS act like the little children!"

That silenced his crew, even causing them to droop their ears and drag their tails, but it had served its purpose and now he could refocus on the duo at hand, preparing something for them, as he was the self-proclaimed King of the Pirates, a title which he smuggedly would keep at all costs.

"Now, Senor Locke yo-- Waaaaait a minute! Locke?! I REMEMBER that name, dat ol' coo-coo wit' the other ship, he mentioned you when we interrogated to learn about 'dis Jack Sparrow! Now... what was his name? Hm... Sizzle? No... Seto? No, no..."

Mad Dog chimed in, rather proud of the fact he knew the name, but risking a severe beating by his leader.

"Setzer, boss! It was Setzer Gabbiani!"

"Ah-ha! It was... Setzer Gabbiani! I sometimes amaze myself with how capable my brain is, it even talks in other voices, and it calls me boss, too!"

Mad Dog just lowered his head, admitting defeat for this particular moment, allowing the captain to relish in his own egotism, but he always told himself his moment to shine would come, someday.

"How would you two like to be honorary Air Pirates, hm? I know a liiiiittle seeeeeeeecreeeeet!"

He was singing it, it seemed. It was either a bluff, a good indication he was speaking the truth, or just an excuse to sing without really sing. Either way, it was tempting to take and run with it, elaborating the conversation towards more favorable topics.

"But, first! Like the good man says, bring the rum!"

"Sorry, captain Karnage, but we're all out of the stuff! We do have milk!"

"Fine! Milk, it is!"

His entire crew looked at him for a moment, to which the cunning leader of the Air Pirates concluded with something they would find acceptable, other than plain milk.

"In a dirty glass! Reeeeaaaal dirty, so dirty that it looks like chocolate milk!"

[Locke]

This was getting stranger and stranger by the minute, which also made it all the more entertaining and interesting. Otherwise Locke would likely skip out on the event, but there was something to be gained by staying. Not just amusement, but information.

Ah, and then there was the matter of the crew-mate's purse to be had. Locke put on his most innocently ignorant face when turning to his accuser. "I haven't an idea what you could be talking about. You see, my title isn't 'thief', it's 'Treasure Hunter'. The only thing I steal are women's hearts and the only things I take are treasures. Did you happen to have either in your pockets?" With a cherub grin he shook his head as the crewman came to the realization that he didn't have either of those two things that Locke would have stolen so he couldn't possibly be the one to have done it.

What a tricky situation they were in now, this Don Karnage out numbered him vastly though Locke was pretty sure he was the more cunning one and could escape if need be. There were no damsels in distress to aid and thus no gravitating reason to stay and fight. There was, however, a mention of joining the wily fox. Locke, though, thought he picked up a trace of malice in the tone suggesting they really were not being given a choice on the matter.

"Honorary Air Pirates, you say? The honor would be all mine to work with such a mastermind of the skies, but my loyalty doesn't come easy. I have other obligations, a working and prestigious man like you would understand that, no?" He was playing into the other's easily detectable ego to perhaps worm his way on board without being subjugated in the process. "Therefore, I suggest to be...a working partner of yours, wouldn't you agree that would be to your benefit? A man with good business partners makes better business. But of course you would already know that!" he said with a laugh that said 'oh silly me' as if Karnage's great wisdom was well known.

There was also the mention of an old friend, Setzer. Had the man gone and gotten himself in trouble again? If so, all the more reason to join these pirates who had encountered him in the chance he might be able to come to his aid. There was also the issue of Jack Sparrow, a formidable man who could be a useful ally if you could find some small way to trust him. Putting on a confident grin he casted his gaze to the anthropomorphic man. "So what would you say, Illustrious Captain of the Skies? Care to have me on board as your personal Treasure Hunter Extraordinaire? And, if so, wouldn't it be even better to have more than just one useful guest to you? Captain Sparrow has many talents that could be put to your use as an ally, wouldn't you say? Ah! But I keep forgetting you probably have already thought of this! Why else did you ask us?" He had the feeling he was going with these pirates one way or another, why not go on his own terms but make it appear as if it was on theirs? He allowed himself a veiled smile. Damn, he was good.

[Cap'n. Jack Sparrow]

Ah, would he give--or probable share some rum to find himself out of this endless conversation about, him, Captain Jack Sparrow. He could easily say he is the pirate they look for, but - owing debts across the seas, he would remain quiet. Sighing, as he rolled his eyes and tried but to step back to attempt to escape the place he walked in moments ago, all he could do this far was to remain cool. Yet the scent of rum was the stench in the air, or was that something else? Nose wrinkled at the smell, but of course, in that moment he found himself elsewhere, until he heard the name, a ring to his ear, a familiar name. Brow perked. Standing a bit forth as if the balance of his body rock the pirate back and forth, very slightly hard to notice such.

Optics glanced from the man known as Lock to the being known as Don Karnage, lips parted, " Setzer Gabbiani? " Sparrow repeated the name, only to get their attention once more, " Me heard the lad's with this so famous pirate Captain Jack Sparrow. " There it was, the man, correcting the mistake that has been done earlier with the use of his precious title and name. Hand would be placed on the being's shoulder, a grin played across the pirate as he'd continue, " Air Pirates? Well mate, we should talk of this and see where may lead us, savvy? " A frown occupied his visage, briefly of course, knowing there was no more rum, " Milk it is, but me'll pass, eh? As the pirates we be, let's talk about this. " A hand beckoned for the other one, who had the more normal appearance, besides his own, offering Locke a seat, Sparrow nodded, still able to play the cards right and not draw any attention to himself.

[Don Karnage]

The Air Pirate leader kept his fingers curled about his saber, thinking only for a moment before putting it back into its sheath, leaving himself swordless.

Oh, ho! 'Des two must not be ables to resiss' da Don Karnage charms! Why else would they be so willings to join?

Having his own arrogance parade inside his mind, the coyote approached the situation as best as he possibly could, which probably wasn't the best thing that could occur.

"We sail to other worlds! There exiss' my secret, somethin' incrediblies large and an' values'able."

At this, Mad Dogg spoke up.

"Hey, boooooss! Do we even have room for these two, and what about that guy's crew?"

"Leave them. I only need de cap'n of the vessel, the others can stay."

Mad Dogg was unsure of the logic her, despite his rarely making an intelligent deduction. He questioned his leader.

"But what if the other crew is more useful, shouldn't we take some of them?"

"I want de crew mostest loyal to'uh me! There can be no other way, as a stupid crew is loyalest."

"Stuuupid? Do you really think that boss?"

"Of course! No one, and I's mean NO ONE... is like the GREAT... Doooooooooooooon KARNAGE! Swift'iest mind on da seven'teenie seas!"

"Durr... ain't they only seven?"

"SILENCE! Who is tellin' de story here? ME! And my superior mind is tellin' me there is seventeenie oceans out there, all waitin' to be pillaged by me!"

"Atlantic... Pacific... Indian... Ar--"

"SIIIIIIILLLLLENCE!"

And with that, it was settled. He was not going to have someone challenge his authority on the counting of the seas that existed.

"Gentlemens, shall we head to my ship? We can's discuss t'ings further."