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Blog Move!
Ello loves! Jack has now moved to a multimuse blog so I can endeavour to give him a bit more attention where time allows. You can find him over here:
This blog will still exist, just as an archive for now!
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motion capture actress 曦曦鱼sakana shows how npc moves in early games, common games and next-gen games.
people thought mime artists were going to go out of fashion in this age but alas
How did she move at a lower fps...
Loki was inclined to object to Jack's premature use of the word 'us' by pointing out that he wasn't the type to start performing heroics for others simply for the sake of it, but he bit the words back before he could voice them. For the time being, the man was useful, if only because he knew far more about this place than Loki did, and he could always leave him behind if he started to slow him down. He was under no real obligation, after all.
"There is no 'could be' about it," he said, drawing himself up haughtily. "I have not escaped one prison simply to languish in another."
He frowned out at the horizon, then, lacking any better way to establish whether their surroundings were in any way magical, dropped gracefully into a crouch and placed his hands flat on the ground.
"Information first," he said, brow furrowed in concentration. "What makes you special enough to warrant a prison like this made specifically for your eternal misery? And what enchantments do you have on that ship?"
Jack gave an affronted little squint out of instinct at being asked about his merits. It was short-lived. A god wasn't going to care if a man spouted out his name, even if he was Captain Jack Sparrow.
He drew a breath and exhaled through his nose, deciding to tell some of the tale.
"There's a man called Davy Jones once tasked with ferrying the souls of those who died at sea. He twisted the purpose for his own ends, happening instead upon shipwrecks and bargaining with men's souls for them to forestall their deaths and serve on his crew for a hundred years. Thirteen years before I wound up here, I was dying, along with that ship. I called out to Jones and made a bargain with him to deliver me and what was once The Wicked Wench from my situation. I would get thirteen years of freedom to captain her and then he would claim my soul.
"That ship was reborn, wood charred from the fire she'd perished in. I painted her and named her The Black Pearl. When the time was up, I tried to cheat my way out of the deal. I found the heart of Davy Jones to use as leverage, but it was taken from me. I'd given Jones a fair runaround, pissed him off enough. His great monster, the Kraken claimed me and the Pearl. I woke up here."
Simplified version anyway. He could still remember the jaws closing in, the agony of the myriad teeth.
"Couldn't tell you the specifics of her enchantments. She's mostly an ordinary galleon, if you put aside the fact she got rebuilt by a magical being, she's got this fancy little habit of making fog in the dark, it don't matter if her sails are ragged, and she's the fastest ship in the Caribbean." Jack scratched his nose. "Little bit enchanted I s'pose."
How Jack was managing to be so spirited despite the hour and the amount they had both had to drink the night before was utterly beyond Loki. Judging by the lack of visible land on any horizon, he must have been up and about for some time already, and had Loki not been so distracted by the ship, the crew, the sea, and just about everything else around them, he would certainly have found that annoying.
"In the loosest possible sense of the word, yes. Though if you ask me to do anything remotely strenuous for at least the next hour I will throw you into the sea." He ran a weary hand through his hair as he reached the top of the stairs and leaned against one of the railings.
"I do hope I have a little to fear. I was promised adventure, after all. What makes this reef so feared?"
Jack arched an eyebrow at Loki's idle threat (possibly very real threat and he wasn't about to put that to the test). He didn't tolerate much lip from crew but, god or not, the man fit more in the 'invited friends' category for now. Dear William had got away with plenty, as had people before him. He simply grinned and played his fingers upon the wheel.
"The safe waters are nigh impossible to navigate. Ships run aground or destroy their keels. Grim fate for man or vessel. What's more the reef changes over time, gathering ol' ship bones what wash in, so there ain't a hope of truly learning the maze. Fortunately, you've got me. I can get us through its secrets."
Nah Jack won’t find the chalices. He’s too busy with his Jamie.
An amused expression crossed over his face at the question. "On this island? No. Just the usual." With Oakbury Cay being neutral, it wasn't uncommon for marines to find their way here. Same with bounty hunters, just waiting to make money by catching rookie pirates who just entered the New World. And of course the typical thieves and other shady individuals one might find in such ports.
The barkeep pauses when the money is placed on the table. "What's that?! I ain't accepting anything that isn't Berry!" The rather loud outburst has Shanks glancing at the money on the counter. Huh. How strange. It reminded him a bit of the currency they used up on the Sky Islands.
"Just write it on my tab then."
It's clear that the man wants to argue and he regards them with another dark look before turning around and getting the ordered sake with a low grumble, obviously deciding that a confrontation wasn't worth it over two cups of sake.
The redhead picks up one of the crowns, twirling it between his fingers as he examined it. "You wont get anywhere with that. What kind of currency is this?" He had never see it before.
The offer to pay for his drink came as a surprise to Jack, at least when it didn't feel like there was a string attached. Yet. For now, he'd got away with not having to delve into the few bits of gold he'd kept about his person or any other currency for that matter.
"My thanks again, mate." He refrained from taking back his money yet, seeing as it was useless here. "They're English crowns. I mistook this place for English or anything-goes pirate tender. Seems I'm in need of cashing in for whatever these Berries be."
This will never NOT be funny
I’m so glad this is on tumblr
My favourite thing about this is, he didn’t even have to call him ‘Captain’ he could have used the screen-name but he was SO MARRIED TO THE IMMERSION that he DID.
Passenger: CAPTAIIIIN!!!
Captain: y-yeah?
Passenger: LOOOOOOOK!
(FULL BLAST PIRATES OF THE CARRIBEAN MUSIC)
my fav.
Fun fact, the developers of this game loved this video so much that they made it an official advertisement of the game
Strange people are part of the landscape of the wastelands, Lucy understands now. In fact, she may be considered one of those strange people herself. Her manners are entirely out of place, her optimism even more so, and yet some people seem to enjoy her helpful attitude and cheerfulness.
Some don’t, and like to shoot very loud guns and say very mean things.
Here, though, is a small, friendly-enough community outpost for trading and rest, and this is where Lucy has chosen to stay for the rest of the dwindling afternoon and night. And she can spot someone lost as easily as a fellow vaultie.
Her approach is sudden, but filled with smiles and a kind gesture of a cup of water.
“This is San Joaquin, if you didn’t know. If you need a map, I can take you to the community center to look at the shared one!” Lucy sticks out her right hand for a shake. “These are also the wastelands- outside the vaults. Are… Are you from a vault?” Her heart skips a beat at the notion that perhaps, she could aid someone in their own discovery of the broad world they were only told lies about.
It's one of the best experiences he's likely to get, a strangely dressed (in trousers!) beautiful woman offering him assistance and water. Jack half wonders if he's fallen asleep. He's never heard of San Joaquin, which doesn't look very Spanish either now that he thinks on it. Her voice is peculiar, but pleasant. A map sounds almost as wonderful.
Jack blinks in surprise and after only a moment's hesitation takes her offered hand and then the water.
"Thank you kindly, miss. I've been in a bank vault but some'ow I take it you're referring to some'ing different. A map would do me, aye. 'Specially a world one."
Pirates of the Caribbean: The Curse of the Black Pearl (2003) IMDb Trivia
"No, you're right. It doesn't matter now. I couldn't go back even if I wanted to." Another sigh escaped him and he put his hands on his hips. It was the first time in quite a while that he'd even thought of Asgard and the tangled mess that his feelings about the place seem to have become. In the quiet and the emptiness of this new void he felt almost... wistful.
But there would be plenty of time for wallowing when he'd escaped this new prison.
"Asgard," he said finally. His words had also lost their irritated edge. As good as it felt, fighting was getting him nowhere, and after doing nothing but fight for weeks he was just so tired. "But I think you knew that."
"Are there others? You said this was a place for damned souls, yes?"
What little of Norse myth Jack had gleaned did not include 'Asgard'. He wasn't about to correct anything about what he didn't know. Absolutely, makes perfect sense. He comes from Asgard. Sounds like something out of a fairy-tale.
"Aye, but even in these times I be knowing who I am I ain't seen another soul no matter how far I tread. Nothing human, anyway. No offence. It's a place without hope, meant to torture me, I assume me specifically. What I desire is freedom so I remain here in eternity, unable to sail, never to reach the sea."
He tilted his head, cunning eyes lighting with a concept.
"This is not your prison though, eh? An' you, bein' all godly as you are, you'd be more powerful than he what put me here so you could be the key to breaking us out."
why are there so many posts about asexuals being immune to sirens. people. sirens don’t lure you in with sex (necessarily). they sing about whatever it is that you want most. they could sing about mothman or cinnamon toast crunch and guess what then your asexual pirate is fucking dead
this is the only kind of ace discourse i ever want to see on my dash. the only kind. ever again. good job
Do you think the sirens would be grateful that they finally get some variety?
“Oh my god we can finally just sing about pasta thank the fucking gods.”
I’m not asexual but I’m fairly certain sirens would do a far better job luring me into the depths with a song about pasta rather than sex…
I mean.
“WHAT THE FUCK STAY AWAY FROM THE ROCKS.”
“FUCKER THEY SAID THEY HAVE FETTUCCINE CARBONARA AND HOT GARLIC BREAD OVER THERE HANG ON BITCH.”
This is true; Odysseus heard them promising him knowledge of the future. So the next time you see artwork like this:
Remember those sultry naked chicks are saying “We’ll tell you the winning lotto numbers.”
Them: “We have unlimited wifi at incredible speeds~” Me: *diving headfirst into the water*
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Oh my god sirens were literally scam websites
Oh my god they were phishing
The question has him shaking his head, accompanied by a laugh. "I'm Shanks. and no. Oakbury Cay is neutral territory. This your first time in the New World?" This island was located rather close to the Red Line, could easily end up as a first stop after making the way over from Paradise.
Judging by his attire he thought the other would know how things are run over her, but then he also wouldn't be the first to rush into the New World, only to be entirely caught off guard by the dynamics. Either by the sea itself or by one of the emperors. Did he even know who he was? Apparently not.
So far this seemed pleasantly welcoming. Jack fancied he liked the name Shanks. He hoped it wasn't owing to a tendency for stabbing people.
"Aye, it might be that. Anything I should pay mind?" Advice from a local wasn't to be sniffed at if it could be trusted. "Sake, mate," he called to the barkeep, "one for me an' one for Shanks, if you please."
He laid out three crowns with confidence. It was very likely this wasn't going to be the right tender, but he would wait to be corrected rather than make assumptions on what things were worth. Better to be blasé and feign ignorance than show weakness.
This is not his first experience being in the wrong time, but Jack has never gone forward. As far as he is concerned, this could be another world entirely, never mind that he'd had a second encounter with Tartaglia's pocket watch. That thing wasn't even supposed to work anymore. Even so, this is not how the world had looked an hour ago.
He believes he recognises the coastline of New Spain though not the ruined structures lining the cliffs. He finds strange and broken metal vessels, abandoned and alien, in the harbours he passes. The sea is murky and rancid here. He does not dare touch its waters save with the oars of his dinghy.
There isn't a soul to stop him sailing on up the mouth of a river to get deeper inland. What does stop him, somewhere along what he does not know to be the San Joaquin, is the sudden attack of something very big, ugly, fishy, and full of teeth. It's owing to a typical streak of luck he manages to scramble ashore before he can be eaten. That same luck has him chased for a mile by creatures that walk like men but cannot be.
His compass leads him to some semblance of civilisation, a ramshackle town nested at the edge of ruins he can't comprehend. Abandoned, towering shapes made out of materials that are like no stone or wood he has seen. There are humans here, minding their business, their clothing differing enough for them to be pirates themselves.
Just as he's following the path to a desired drink, he stops in the thoroughfare to gawk at a hovering metal octopus thing drifting along. Everyone else seems to think this is normal.
"What the hell is this place?" he murmurs.
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Stephen has an interesting choice here. He can either present himself as the beast he has become or he can walk out in his most human form.
Considering the fact that he needs a minimum of cooperation from the ship's captain to get to dry land, Stephen decides to give him some mercy. Just a little. He's spooked him enough, and if he wants to mess with him more it will be convenient to create a false sense of safety.
"Very well."
The feeling in the air changes as Stephen shifts into his human shape, concealing his monstrous qualities. He steps out of the shadows looking like an ordinary man, if not oddly dressed and looking a little worse for wear. The only hint that there is something powerful about is the way he looks at the pirate, as if he is beneath him. To Stephen, he is.
"Very generous of you to grant said audience in the belly of your ship. I'm much more comfortable down here, with your supplies and your gunpowder and everything else you need on your meaningless little voyages. What was your name again? Marrow?"
The slender, haggard man who emerges does not look much of a threat, Jack notes, but he is no stranger to the imperceptible. He's reminded of the Shadow Lord and can't help but wonder if another has emerged, or something similar. He glares back at the stowaway for all his contempt.
"Captain Jack Sparrow," he corrects, his tone grating despite his underlying fear. "What might be your name and the purpose of your meaningless voyage on my ship?"
When he awoke in a hammock the next morning, Loki had only vague memories of how he had made it there the night before to accompany his throbbing headache. The ship had become a hive of activity while he slept, and Loki groaned, cursing the existence of each and every person whose shouts or footfalls he could hear.
Fortunately for them, he wasn't capable of much more than a minor spell to soothe his head and the roiling nausea in his stomach.
Somehow, despite the rocking of the ship beneath his feet, the lack of a mirror, and his body's insistence that the best thing he could do was go back to sleep, he managed to make himself presentable and find his way back on deck. He squinted against the morning light, longing for a moment for the soft bed and heavy drapes of his chambers at home, before he remembered what had driven him to Midgard in the first place.
Shaking his head, he set off across the deck in search of the ship's captain.
The Pearl was already underway when the newest recruit sought out the captain, solidifying his place here 'til the next port unless he fancied a brisk swim. It was fine sailing weather and Jack was no worse for wear, enjoying taking the helm for a while, checking his compass on their path.
"Ah, Master Loki!" he called on spying the hard-to-miss figure approach. His compass snapped shut. "Ready for your first voyage? We make sail for a lost treasure ship on a reef few dare to brave. Never fear, you're in good hands."
endless will turner - part 20
