Asgard wasn't exactly a place the pirate was most welcome, at least not if Odin was still ruling, but there was only one place that understood best how to make repairs to the spacefaring Black Pearl. Long ago, the immortal Captain Jack Sparrow had won Ydunn's favour and been granted one of her golden fruit, as had his trusty first mate. When time and progress began to outrun his beloved ship, he found his way through one of the secret pathways and had, amid the usual avoidances of the disapproving king, gained upgrades to the Pearl. Shielding for the atmosphere, sails that could bear her through the universe, and yet give the illusion she were still carried by the wind.
It was via the sea he returned today, seeking the knowledge of how to keep his ship spaceworthy. His crew kept close to the ship or the inns closest to the harbour, by his orders. Captain Jack himself, however, dared to find his way to a tavern closer to the palace. What better way to meet gods who held greater sway? With luck, he wouldn't get struck down by a lightning bolt.
"Allo, darlin'," he addressed the barkeep. "Respectfully. Horn of your finest rum if you please. Pains me to say it, but best water it down, eh? May be immortal but I'm fond'f retainin' the use of me limbs. Ta very much."
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