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It had been two weeks since Captain Jack Sparrow, seeking adventure, fortune, and his ship, had once again left Tortuga behind. Two weeks during which Gibbs got used to being home again, without a captain or a ship or much in the way of coin. Not that he was entirely without means, having lifted a purse or two from the fearsome and loathsome pirates of France at the Brethren Court. But he knew he'd have to preserve what funds he had, since he wasn't likely to find much work as a pirate. Not after all that Beckett did to his fellow men of the sea. And not, he had to admit, with the world changing so fast.

So Gibbs was now quartered in the rather dingy (if pig-free) loft of a stable, alongside six other men. Being a sound sleeper, he wasn't too disturbed by their snoring and shuffling in the night, but morning still came as something of a relief, seeing as none had slit his throat and taken his boots.

He made his way to the docks, as he did every morning, and watched the comings and goings.

Date: 2007-10-18 12:53 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] there-is-a-me.livejournal.com
How about the cursing? Not that you can watch cursing, but hearing it? That's...probably somewhat hard to miss, as loud, inventive, and passionate as it currently is.

The cursing man isn't tall. He's not particularly broad. Even his hair doesn't stand out too much here (except, perhaps, for the fact that all of the beads are a pure gold). He's switching between English, Greek, and something that demands gargling and clicking as he swears curses on everything under the sun.

Date: 2007-10-18 12:58 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] pirate-gibbs.livejournal.com
Gibbs was in the Royal Navy long enough that cursing (no matter what the lords may tell you about the purity and decency of the men in uniform) doesn't catch his ear that fast. But that's something familiar about it. As well as strange. Greek, he thinks. And...it's not Arabic, or Chinese? Some African dialect?

He looks over to see who's swearing. And at first, the face is also familiar, but not one he really knows.

Date: 2007-10-18 01:01 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] there-is-a-me.livejournal.com
The very, very angry man casually breaks the wrist of someone who was attempting to pick his hair, for the love of God, and then starts wading toward Gibbs.

Even in the stench of Tortuga he can pick out the scent of someone he knows.

Date: 2007-10-18 01:03 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] pirate-gibbs.livejournal.com
Gibbs sees this, and is not sure what to make of it. Did that man just break that other's man wrist? Impossible.

But as the man moves closer, Gibbs reconsiders that thought.

"Spoon?" Also impossible.

Manybe he's dreaming. Or drunk. Or not drunk enough.

Date: 2007-10-18 01:06 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] there-is-a-me.livejournal.com
"Gibbs. Hallo. What the fuck am I doing here? Where am I? Am I going to have to break more wrists," he pauses in his speech and turns to growl at someone who smelled like he wanted to take exception to the broken wrist of his friend, "or are people going to wise the fuck up?"

Date: 2007-10-18 01:10 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] pirate-gibbs.livejournal.com
Gibbs takes a moment to stare. It's been months since he saw Spoon (or the Bar, for that matter). It's quite incongruous. And that hair is all wrong for Spoon.

"I think breaking more wrists would be a bad idea, Spoon. There isn't much law here, but it would notice such things.

"Here being Tortuga, since you seem very lost and all. Though how you're here...I haven't a clue." Gibbs looks around and sees that for the moment, no one is trying to steal the gold.

Date: 2007-10-18 01:15 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] there-is-a-me.livejournal.com
Spoon offers another round of the obscene, the profane, and the down-right unpleasant before saying, "Bloody fuckin' bar is fuckin' dumping people in the fuckin' past and this is the second bloody time it has happened to me."

Date: 2007-10-18 02:16 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] pirate-gibbs.livejournal.com
"What? But how...why...?" It takes a second to remember that for the Bar, "how" is magic, and why is beyond anyone. He really can't say he misses the place. "So you just ended up here? In Tortuga?"

Date: 2007-10-18 04:13 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] there-is-a-me.livejournal.com
"This time." Spoon says with a faint growl, "Last time it was fuckin' Dardania. And how have you been?"

Date: 2007-10-18 04:22 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] pirate-gibbs.livejournal.com
"Dardinia? You don't mean Sardinia, do you?" Gibbs begins to guide Spoon off the docks and towards one of the many fine drinking establishments that will be open for first meal.

"I'm passing fair. The captain is alive and well again, but things have been...well, abut what I would have expected them to be with Jack back. Good some days, bad others, mad the rest."

Date: 2007-10-18 04:26 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] there-is-a-me.livejournal.com
"No." Spoon snarls a little (not at Gibbs, he's just feeling SNARLY), "Dardania, north of Troy, before the Trojan bloody war." He's more than willing to head to a pub, but it may get sticky if they don't have fruit or vegetables on tap.

"Good bad and mad, huh?"

Date: 2007-10-18 04:39 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] pirate-gibbs.livejournal.com
He's seen fouler moods, from Gibbs and even from Barbossa. Not that an angry werewolf is a thing he wants to cope with, but he can deal.

"Trojan War...that was with the Greeks and their fleet a long time ago, right?" He's never read Homer.

"Aye, all of the above. We even were at the cusp of a war of our own, the pirates of the world versus the East India Company. Thankfully, young Mister Turner and Jack defeated Davey Jones, took his ship, and sank the flagship of the enemy before it really got bad."

Date: 2007-10-18 04:41 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] there-is-a-me.livejournal.com
"That's the one." And the other thing Spoon feels guilty about leaving. The Trojans are good, but they aren't him and they don't know the future.

"...Well good for them, then. Sounds like that was a real fuckin' story."

Date: 2007-10-18 04:46 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] pirate-gibbs.livejournal.com
"It was a good number of them. And probably will be for some time, and Jack will probably be telling all for years." He smiles, but he's not entirely happy.

They arrive at a small, not-quite-rundown shack with a sign showing the image of a black cow. Naturally, the pub is called The Black Bull, despite the signmaker's limitations.

"Seein' as you're new here and all, let me get you a welcome drink."

Date: 2007-10-18 04:51 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] there-is-a-me.livejournal.com
"Fair enough." the werewolf says. The only legal tender he's got is in his hair, and Spoon will not be spending his beads. "Any idea how I can get home?"

Date: 2007-10-18 04:55 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] pirate-gibbs.livejournal.com
Gibbs sort of stares for a moment. His mind is clearly a blank for a good long while.

"I was thinking that the Bar would just take you back, since it did before?"

Date: 2007-10-18 04:58 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] there-is-a-me.livejournal.com
Spoon covers his face with his hands and says something clicking. "No." is the quiet response, "Spent two years in Dardania and Troy before Hektor sent me home."

Date: 2007-10-18 05:04 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] pirate-gibbs.livejournal.com
"Wait...I don't quite understand. How did this Hector send you back? Is he a sorceror?" He pronounces Hektor with a faint Iberian litl, much as Barbossa would.

Inside, the smells of rum, ale, wine and whiskey mingle with the stench of men and women who rarely bathe, often get drunk, sometimes throw up and never brush. Gibbs doesn't notice a thing.

Date: 2007-10-18 05:13 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] there-is-a-me.livejournal.com
Spoon does notice, and his hand slides from his eyes to his poor, sensitive nose, "No. He's a patron of the bloody damned bar."

Date: 2007-10-18 05:19 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] pirate-gibbs.livejournal.com
"He can control the Bar?" It's too early in the morning for him not to be a drunken sailor. He orders a rum from a rather rundown looking barmaid.

"What's your poison?"

Date: 2007-10-18 05:23 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] there-is-a-me.livejournal.com
"Retsina. Beer if there isn't any Retsina. No, he's like you, or me, or da', or Ace. Goes there sometimes. It took five months after I got there for him to find a way back for me." Spoon slouches in his chair and attempts to offer a polite smile to the barmaid.

Date: 2007-10-18 05:29 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] pirate-gibbs.livejournal.com
"Beer for my friend," Gibbs says with a wink at the barmaid (who, with a week's scrubbing and a trip to a dentist and a decent wage for clothes, might be pretty).

"So he's one of those people who had a way in and out of the Bar through the door.

"Haven't seen any door there myself, but I suppose it's possible there is one here."

Date: 2007-10-18 05:34 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] there-is-a-me.livejournal.com
It is going to take a lot of beer for Spoon to deal with learning that. A lot of beer.

He nods, and sighs, "Going to have to start looking. If I get married again Ace is going to have me balls fed to the goats."

Date: 2007-10-18 05:38 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] pirate-gibbs.livejournal.com
"Married again?" The drinks arrive, and Gibbs pays with a coin bearing the face of Louis the King of France. "Took this off a stinking French pirate. I'll tell you about it later. After you explain what you mean."

Date: 2007-10-18 05:40 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] there-is-a-me.livejournal.com
"Last time I ended up in the past I got married to a twelve year old girl." Spoon says with a dismissive wave, "Rhene's a good girl, and I miss her, but she was twelve."

Not nearly old enough.

Date: 2007-10-18 05:44 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] pirate-gibbs.livejournal.com
"Twelve...how on Earth did you end up with a twelve year old?" Yes, it's true that many men (even men Gibb's age) marry women as young as 16. But 12? Before they actually look like proper lasses? "And you...you didn't treat her wrongly, did you?" He's sure Spoon wouldn't.

Date: 2007-10-18 05:48 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] there-is-a-me.livejournal.com
"Rescued her from rapists." Spoon says, "Considered spoiled goods. If I hadn't taken her, she'd have thrown herself in the river. NO, I didn't treat her badly! I spent two years sleeping on the floor with me sword in her bed so that she could stab me if she felt threatened."

Date: 2007-10-18 06:15 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] pirate-gibbs.livejournal.com
Gibbs offers a face of approval. "Didn't figure you would. Didn't think you were that noble, either, but I probably should have." He doesn't expect nobler from Army men, after all, but Spoon is the exception.

"All that aside," he says, raising his glass, "it's not a bad thing to see you. "

Date: 2007-10-18 06:21 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] there-is-a-me.livejournal.com
"Got problems, I do, but I'm a good son of the C of E." Spoon informs the pirate with a small smile, "In me way, at any way. Same to you, Mister Gibbs. Good to know that you've made it home."

Date: 2007-10-18 06:29 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] pirate-gibbs.livejournal.com
"Home? I suppose it passes for that." He looks doubtful. "I did miss some of it, that's for sure. Still the one place a pirate can be himself.

"Though I should warn you...technically, Tortuga is under French control. That doesn't mean much in terms of how I'm treated, since the law here is lax. But don't be expectin' to find any proper ministers here. If there's any, they're Papists.

"Though I can't recall the last time i saw any man of the cloth here."

Date: 2007-10-18 06:32 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] there-is-a-me.livejournal.com
Spoon shrugs a bit, "Two years surviving before Our Lord was even born means that I pretty much learned to keep the faith inside me. Can wait until I get back to the only priest around who knows how to deal with me."

After all, Hi, I'm a good Christian boy who happens to be a werewolf with an adopted culture that demands I kill dangerous animals to gain status is juuuuuust a little more than most priests want to deal with. Or are capable of doing so.

Date: 2007-10-18 06:35 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] pirate-gibbs.livejournal.com
The enormity of how far back in time Spoon travels only now hits Gibbs. He's shocked. It's one thing to meet folks from the future. But to be back that far, into the heathen times? Just how strong is the Bar's magic?

"Then you should be able to manage. Though you might need to change your clothes. Not unless you wish to stand out." Which, on the island Jack called home, is not a bad thing itself.

Date: 2007-10-18 06:40 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] there-is-a-me.livejournal.com
"I can deal with that." Spoon says, "Clothing doesn't mean much to me." The only thing he regrets is not having his mask with him. He likes his mask, and it's a useful thing for keeping him alive in all kinds of situations.

"Just show me to what I need to wear. The braids stay."

Date: 2007-10-18 06:46 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] pirate-gibbs.livejournal.com
"Can't say I ever took you for the braid wearing type, but those don't stand out much. It might even mark you as a pirate, if you wish." Gibbs thinks about: a) what kind of clothes to find, and b) where to get them. "I hope you aren't averse to arranging a swap?"

Date: 2007-10-18 06:49 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] there-is-a-me.livejournal.com
"Need to keep the braids, need to keep the boots." Spoon says, "The rest of it can go. Braids are a sign of yautja adulthood. Keeps me calm, remembering me connection to sommat bigger." It's not like he can get tattoos or anything similar. "Don't mind being marked a pirate."

Date: 2007-10-18 07:01 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] pirate-gibbs.livejournal.com
"Yaujta?" If Spoon told Gibbs about Christine, it's been lost in the haze of rum and falling off World's End.

"What I have in mind will mark you as a pirate, as well."

Date: 2007-10-18 07:05 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] there-is-a-me.livejournal.com
"Me sister's culture." Spoon is also keeping his wallet. It has pictures of family in it...but he's not going to drag it out in the middle of a bar in Tortuga in the eighteenth century.

Date: 2007-10-18 07:58 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] pirate-gibbs.livejournal.com
"Ah." No, he has no ides what Spoon is talking about. But this isn't the time to ask.

"Any ideas where we'd find this door?"

Date: 2007-10-18 08:01 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] there-is-a-me.livejournal.com
Which is probably all for the best. Cre'hktdi and Gibbs would be a really, really strained meeting.

"Haven't a clue. You never got there on your own, did you?"

Date: 2007-10-18 08:06 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] pirate-gibbs.livejournal.com
"I did that one time, but I thought that witch Tia Dalma sent me, so I could keep an eye on Jack. And once he and the Pearl were claimed by the Locker, the door was there and I was supposed to return.

"Though I suppose that isn't how it works for the rest of you, does it?" He never really thought about it. His destiny was to follow the ship, and never mind anyone else's.

Date: 2007-10-18 08:11 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] there-is-a-me.livejournal.com
"Mum, da', Ace, and I can get to the bar from home just by opening a door while thinking about it hard." Spoon says quietly, "And Ace gets back by having one of the kids open it for her again."

Date: 2007-10-18 08:39 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] pirate-gibbs.livejournal.com
"Well, there's plenty of doors in Tortuga. I suppose one of them might work. And if not, at least we can see what's on the other side." And perhaps take it. If no one's around.

Date: 2007-10-18 08:45 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] there-is-a-me.livejournal.com
"What's the moon, Mister Gibbs?" Spoon asks, even as he's nodding his agreement to opening doors around Tortuga.

Date: 2007-10-18 09:01 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] pirate-gibbs.livejournal.com
"Third quarter." A sailor knows these things. And Gibbs recalls why. "So there'd be time, though with this many doors..." He's hopeful, in part because Tortuga doesn't need werewolves.

Date: 2007-10-18 09:08 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] there-is-a-me.livejournal.com
"Good." Spoon says, "And if there isn't a way back easy to find, we've got time to also look for somewhere safe for me." Somewhere to put him, at any rate, where everyone else would be safe.

Spoon has never accidentally made a werewolf. He kills what he hits.

Date: 2007-10-19 12:00 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] pirate-gibbs.livejournal.com
Gibbs has some ideas. But those are for later. Right now, he's finishing his breakfast in liquid form.

"Ready to starting trying some doors?"

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