#mcelstrom

[blackheartedbrigand]

He didn’t know how long he had been in her hut. Or even how he’d gotten there in the first place.  Those were just a few of the many questions that Barbossa had for her that were yet to be asked. 

Jack the monkey gave a little squeak as he jumped onto the man’s left shoulder and then nearly purred like a cat when his master reached up to stroke his fur.  

Hector considered his words carefully as he studied the contents of a few dusty glass jars on a shelf.  Finally, he turned toward her, eyes narrowed.  “t’wasn’t out o’ the goodness of yer heart. We were ne’er tha’ close.  Not like ye were wit’ him.  So tell me...wha’ do you expect in return?”

[horizontouched]

@mcelstrom said:  intrude - accepting

He’s not about to sleep with Barbossa under the same roof.  Even if the pirate no longer had any reason to kill him, Will still didn’t trust him.  They had a haphazard plan that he wasn’t entirely keen on.  Bringing Jack back was important, but there was a very real chance it would cost him everything he loved.  Mainly Elizabeth.  Or his father with the way he had no chance of wrangling the Pearl out from under one captain let alone two.   His back has been stinging and burning for days now.  As much as he would’ve hoped the salt of the sea would’ve helped the gashes heal, it had only hurt more.  And grown to the point that everything was so inflamed and stiff that by the time they reached Tia Dalma’s he didn’t trust himself to be able to draw sword.  Her house had all manner of strange things in it that he’d dutifully ignored in his search for bandages.  What he had found was a swath of cloth that hopefully she wouldn’t miss.  The woman had an air about her that reminded him a little bit of Jones.  Unnerving and distinctly not quite human.  He’d struggled out of jacket in a spare room away from where the rest of the crew was sleeping.  Attempted to peel off shirt in a way that didn’t bring tears to his eyes and failed.  Stray strands of thread clung to the hot skin with blood that he could feel but not reach.  The heat had spread from back to shoulders to head leaving him slightly dizzy and sweating.  If he was sick they wouldn’t let him come and he refused to stay behind and miss his chance at fixing at least one relationship.  She’s so quiet he only senses instead of hears her.  Standing in the doorway illuminated by candlelight, she looked more of a deity than a strange woman sharing her home with them.  “Tia Dalma...am I keeping you awake?”

[horizontouched]

@mcelstrom  said:  ❝ Tis not going to be easy, you know. ❞ accepting 

“It already isn’t easy.”  He’s trying not to snap at her.  As frustrated as he is with the entire situation, strangely tired for a man that can no longer die, getting mad at her isn’t a good idea.  It’s probably dangerous all things considered.  She could probably kill him.  So he tries to be pleasant.  Sends the crew away, welcomes her into his cabin and pours her a bottle that by the date has been sitting in the cargo for a good twelve years.  If the wine is terrible, he has the excuse of never really having had the opportunity to drink before.   Still, Will is stiff at the table.  It could be in his head, but it almost feels like his chest isn’t empty in her presence.  Heart still feels thousands of miles away but it’s beating.  Fast enough that he really hopes Elizabeth doesn’t think he’s dying or something.  Or not dying.  “Can...I help you with something?  Is there something you need?  I don’t mean to be rude, but you know I have a fair amount of work to do.”  The amount of dinghies was overwhelming and he didn’t even know where to start.  Let alone how to actually do the job.

[horizontouched]

@mcelstrom said: clover - accepting

He feels her.​  The second she...manifests aboard.  Or however it is she gets around places.  It’s rather amusing to think of her just meandering around the ocean floor as thousands of crabs.  He can’t throw her off, Will doesn’t exactly want her.  On top of zombies and more people coming back from the dead making his job harder, he’s run into a fair amount of non pirates who seem rather intent on taking down the ghost ship.  Which he really hopes is impossible considering consistently vanishing beneath the waves is rather inconvenient.   Still.  She could probably kill him if she wanted to.  And he’s dealt with enough paranormal entities to know that she’s to be dealt with carefully.  Will opens a fresh bottle of wine, stolen from a sunken ship with no survivors, and offers it to her.  “Calypso.  What brings you to these parts?”

[rgtti]

ooc: I'm still convinced that Ragetti is exceptionally bright and probably you can have a deep conversation with.

Agreed!

I headcanon that Ragetti was a penniless scholar in his youth before he and Uncle Pintel were pressed-ganged into the Navy. When Ragetti was in battle and got his major head injury that led to losing his eye, I figure he got some sort of brain damage as well. I headcanon this is why as a pirate he has his moments where he's contradicting smart and dumb at the same time, but underlyingly still a brilliant and insightful gent.

(psa - I am no expert in psychology, these are just my fictitious headcanons)