[Let it be known that this marks the first time Captain Jack Sparrow ever been in a place called "The Gallows" and not have a noose around his neck. The pirate gingerly wanders around this slipshod fortress looking mighty out of place here. There's far too many knights in shining armor running around for Sparrow's liking and twice as many mean-looking gents running about looking unsavory as hell. Had this been Tortuga, Jack wouldn't be complaining but this isn't the Caribbean.]
What a lovely place. [The pirate murmurs under his breath with dry sarcasm.] I simply love what they did with it. The foreboding atmosphere and crumbling architecture certainly brings out the glow of those queer menacing stones.
[Jack is of course referencing the peculiar shine of the red lyrium that illuminates this hellhole. The Captain feels a little uneasy about those things.]
Ugh. Where's the rum, lads? Surely I ain't the only bleedin' person needin' a drink.
[Now taking his leave of the courtyard, Jack could be found rummaging down the halls of the fortress looking high and low for anything remotely alcoholic. The man is literally dumpsterbarrel diving in search of anything savory.]
Bloomin' hell!
[He fusses in annoyance as he starts indiscriminately tossing supplies out onto the floor like some rambunctious raccoon. The pirate is making quite a mess of things, honestly. There's poultice medicines, random jars and vials scattered all over the place as he searches. Jack apparently doesn't give too hells about anything other than alcohol.]
Do these people not drink?
[Guess who's not too terribly fond of the Inquisition already. This scurvy bastard over here.]
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II. KIRKWALL:Lowtown Taverns
Now this is more like it!
[Finally in his element, Jack enjoys a drink or two with the local whores and harlots in this downtrodden establishment here in Lowtown. There's singing, there's dancing but most of all these's rum! Plenty of rum! The glasses are overfilling with rum and ale. Jack of course can drink one or the other other but he prefers the rum. ]
Ladies, fetch me another bottle of your finest brew. [The pirate all but sings as he tosses coin after coin towards the tavern wench. Of course these aren't HIS coins. Jack pilfered these from a drunken old sod out front. Someone may have witnessed the crime unfold but does anyone dare confront him? Probably not. After all, Jack is armed.]
Make sure the mug is nice and cold, you hear?
[He says after giving the wench a firm slap upon her rump.]
And make it snappy!
[Oh, the disrespect of it all--! Someone should tell him to sod off. ]
Captain Jack Sparrow | PotC | Rifter
[Let it be known that this marks the first time Captain Jack Sparrow ever been in a place called "The Gallows" and not have a noose around his neck. The pirate gingerly wanders around this slipshod fortress looking mighty out of place here. There's far too many knights in shining armor running around for Sparrow's liking and twice as many mean-looking gents running about looking unsavory as hell. Had this been Tortuga, Jack wouldn't be complaining but this isn't the Caribbean.]
What a lovely place. [The pirate murmurs under his breath with dry sarcasm.] I simply love what they did with it. The foreboding atmosphere and crumbling architecture certainly brings out the glow of those queer menacing stones.
[Jack is of course referencing the peculiar shine of the red lyrium that illuminates this hellhole. The Captain feels a little uneasy about those things.]
Ugh. Where's the rum, lads? Surely I ain't the only bleedin' person needin' a drink.
[Now taking his leave of the courtyard, Jack could be found rummaging down the halls of the fortress looking high and low for anything remotely alcoholic. The man is literally
dumpsterbarrel diving in search of anything savory.]Bloomin' hell!
[He fusses in annoyance as he starts indiscriminately tossing supplies out onto the floor like some rambunctious raccoon. The pirate is making quite a mess of things, honestly. There's poultice medicines, random jars and vials scattered all over the place as he searches. Jack apparently doesn't give too hells about anything other than alcohol.]
Do these people not drink?
[Guess who's not too terribly fond of the Inquisition already. This scurvy bastard over here.]
❧
II. KIRKWALL: Lowtown Taverns
Now this is more like it!
[Finally in his element, Jack enjoys a drink or two with the local whores and harlots in this downtrodden establishment here in Lowtown. There's singing, there's dancing but most of all these's rum! Plenty of rum! The glasses are overfilling with rum and ale. Jack of course can drink one or the other other but he prefers the rum. ]
Ladies, fetch me another bottle of your finest brew. [The pirate all but sings as he tosses coin after coin towards the tavern wench. Of course these aren't HIS coins. Jack pilfered these from a drunken old sod out front. Someone may have witnessed the crime unfold but does anyone dare confront him? Probably not. After all, Jack is armed.]
Make sure the mug is nice and cold, you hear?
[He says after giving the wench a firm slap upon her rump.]
And make it snappy!
[Oh, the disrespect of it all--! Someone should tell him to sod off. ]