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Characters: Captain Jack Sparrow, Xigbar, Haku, Niwa Daisuke & anyone who wants to join :D
Content: Cap'n Jack Arrives in Paixao!
Setting: Niflheim Gate
Time: Monday2, morning
Warnings: None

When Jack Sparrow came to, all his limbs were aching, and he absently wondered if he had bounced off a mast instead of being caught safely by his men. They had done this millions of times before, and it made no sense that they would miscalculate now. Making a mental note to give the scurvy bunch o' fools a sound tongue lashing, he sat up with a groan. Okay. That hurt.

Parts of his body he never knew had existed hurt. What in the blazes did I land on??

And then he saw it.

Instead of the familiar sight of his much-cherished Black Pearl, all he saw was an enormous gate wreathed with silver ice. Jack Sparrow had been to a countless number of exotic countries in his life, but none had looked quite like this. Scratching his head as he surveyed the line that was in front of the large gate, the pirate quickly took in his surroundings, feeling a strange sense of deja vu creep over him. Had his new crew mutinied again?

But it wasn't possible; Anamaria, amidst the others, would never do that, and there were no treasure islands they were planning to plunder at this moment.

So what just happened?

...but first things first.

Patting himself down, Jack beamed when he finally located the one most important thing he could never live without. Rum, check.

Uncapping the bottle, he downed half it's contents before getting lazily to his feet, swaying as he did so. Ah, rum made everything right. Unfortunately, that was his last bottle; and if he wanted any more, he was going to have to look for it.

Deciding that he would be better off inside exploring - and that his supply of rum was running dangerously low - he swaggered over to where the booth was, and waltzed easily past the queue, ignoring the annoyed mutterings and glares of the people in the line. Heading straight to where a wide-eyed man in the booth was staring at him, he tipped his hat and whisked a brochure from the desk.

"Ahoy there!"

"Uh--Welcome to Paixao, sir."

Pie-Sao? That was a strange name indeed. He had never heard of this land; and he was damn sure that it wasn't anywhere on the map. Ah, but new lands were discovered everyday, were they not? And if Jack Sparrow had a chance to experience a new land before anyone else did, he sure as hell was not going to forego that pleasure. Who know what treasures lay within the gates?

"Name, please?" Yet another man just beyond the gate asked stiffly.

Giving him a swift once-over, Jack simply flashed him a roguish grin. "Me name's Smith, mate. Or Smithy, if you so wish." Ah, that brought back memories. Dear, sweet Interceptor.

He blinked as yet another pale-haired male shoved something decidedly alien-looking into his hands. "Here."

Staring down at it warily, he looked back up, getting ready to drop the blasted thing if it was some kind of device engineered to blow him to smithereens. "What be this, lad?"

Apparently not too pleased at the idea of being called a 'lad', he responded dryly. "It's an electronic journal. Everyone has it here."

Electronic journal? Miffed, he stared at the contraption in his hands, at a loss for the first time in his life. What did one do with this? Brightening, he stared down at the device again. He would poke and prod at it a little later, and if it didn't keep his interest, he was definitely going to sell it and get some rum and perhaps a bonnie lass's company in exchange. If he was lucky, he would probably get an entire caseful of rum out of this contraption.

Ah, this was shaping up to be one of the good days, indeed.

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Xigbar had spent the night in a hotel, tossing a vaugley shiny disk of metal at the innkeeper for payment before vanishing to check on Niflheim. Like hell he was gonna get reamed out for not working, when it came to the upcoming meeting. The one-eyed sniper appeared atop a nearby building, journal in hand, stylus at the ready.

Oh, joy. People-watching.

Well, he'd watch the gate and see who came in. If someone piqued his interest... maybe he'd talk to someone from another gate. After all, he wasn't exactly the best person for research, but he'd work.

Ah, and there was a new person for Niflheim now. Nice hair, Xigbar thought, raising an eyebrow. Even Xaldin's hair didn't have stuff braided in it, but... bah.

Xigbar pocketed his journal and teleported down to him, grinning broadly. "I'm guessing you're new to town," he commented offhandedly. "You look lost."

Taking a faint step back at the man's sudden appearance, the pirate ran curious eyes over the new arrival. Rugged-looking with a particularly nasty scar on his face, Jack was almost willing to bet that he wasn't as much of a landlubber as the rest of the people here.

Key word: Almost.

Well, at least this one didn't seem to want to string him up and have his guts for garters. " 'ello there, mate." Jack nodded, still wondering in Davey Jones' locker had the man managed to magically appear in his face like that.

A swift once-over, and Jack Sparrow had the distinct impression that this was a man who was not to be trifled with. "I'm looking for a decent tavern, rum, and some wenches, actually," he responded lazily. "Any idea where I can find them?"

Xigbar laughed at the newcomer. "Well, there's a map on that journal you were just given," he said, grinning. "There's a place called The Cheap Prayer that might just be what you're after."

Paixao certianly brought all manner of interesting individuals in. "I'm guessing you don't know how to use your journal, then. It's got a map on it, too. I'm not a man for explaining a lot of things, but the locals are all really, really helpful. Most of them are blonde."

This newcomer certianly knew what he wanted, and who was Xigbar to begrudge a man his booze and fast women? "So, you want to head over to the Cheap Prayer? I can get you there faster than it takes to blink."

[OOC: Haku wants to jump in on this too. XD Paige isn't on right now, so maybe they could hang around until Haku shows up?]

[OOC: LOL, sure thing! :D ]

Jack frowned down at the journal. The bloody thing had given him so much grief, and although he was many things, being a technologically-savvy man was not one of them.

At least not right now. He had a knack for picking things up quickly, and he supposed he would get used to it in time.

Jack tilted his head, the action almost bird-like as he glanced around him. Blimey, it was a man's idea of heaven; after all, he had always been rather partial to fair-haired individuals. "Blondes, eh?"

He shrugged. "Don't know about helpful, but they sure are gullible."

He should know, considering he'd just picked the pocket of the sour-faced man at the gate. The pirate didn't suppose the man had much use for it, anyway, and would be better off relinquishing the money bag to someone who was in need of it.

Like Captain Jack Sparrow himself, for instance.

Faster than it takes to blink? Now that had gotten his attention. Eyeing him with fresh curiosity, he finally asked, "How, pray tell, will you do that in less than an eyeblink?"

Despite the wanderings that Haku had accomplished over the past two days, he always seemed to end up back near the Niflheim gate. After a day of becoming familiar with the strange places of this city, it was almost like coming home, nevermind that he had been staying in a hotel. The effeminate boy had taken to wearing his hair down most of the time, aiding to the illusion of a young woman that he often portrayed. The townsfolk had been receptive enough to it, and while he was still uncertain of his surroundings, it gave him a sense of comfort to know that he was deceiving someone. Since he had arrived, comfort had been something that was in limited supply.

As the young shinobi took in his surroundings, he took notice of a new face and an old one. His curiosity was piqued by the new face, for the man he saw was strangely dressed. No one back home dressed like that. Then again, he had seen a lot of strange clothing styles since he had arrived. And the old face was just calling to him to go down and see if he was alright. After all, the senbon the shinobi had thrown the other day had been thrown in such a way as to take out use of the arm for a while...

Strange how I am beginning to feel compelled to do things without being told to, he thought. Would I have been like this without Zabuza? The effeminate boy shook his head. Best not to dwell on those thoughts. Thoughts cleared from his mind, he headed over to where Jack and Xigbar were.

"Er..." he began as he reached them. "Your arm's not still numb from Friday, is it?" Directed at Xigbar, of course, and Haku had taken care to try not to come up on the man's blind side. That wouldn't have been nice, after all, and had Haku a blind side, anything coming up on it would be killed, questions asked later.

Xigbar grinned from ear to ear, about to offer Jack some tidbit of nonsense about how teleportation worked. He stopped before he spoke at the sight of Haku, eye narrowing. Hey, here was the chick that had set his goddamn arm numb!

...And then she asked about his arm, causing him to blink and roll his shoulder. "No," he replied shortly. He almost wanted to call his guns up for round two, but decided against it.

After all, there was still the matter of the rather amusing man who had just come in through Niflheim. "You want to know how I get from place to place?" Xigbar stepped back, vanishing, and reappeared right next to Haku. He took a step, only to bump into Haku.

"You need to stop getting on my blind side, missie," he offered to Haku, laughing a little.

"Anyway, it's easy enough for someone like me."

Distracted by the appearance of a new arrival, Jack's eyes involuntarily slid to the individual. Strangely garbed - pot, meet kettle - but with a pretty enough face to capture the Captain's attention, he watched curiously as the lass addressed the other man.

Evidently, the lass had injured the man's arm in some way, and he filed that interesting little tidbit for future reference. It never hurt to pick up more information, after all.

However, the more important things first.

He watched, impressed, as the man appeared right beside the woman, bumping into her, and smiled, already deciding that the man was not one to be trifled with, especially if he knew a nifty trick like that. "Where do you think I can get me an ability like that, mate?"

It was going to come in handy one of these days, he just knew it.

Of course, a pirate always had his manners, and he was the finest of them all, if he was any judge. Sweeping his hat off his head, he bowed, dark eyes twinkling with roguish humor. "And who might you be, lovely lass?"

Haku stared up at Xigbar, clearly startled by the man's sudden appearance at his side, and the bump. This time, however, he didn't fall over. Small blessing, that. The ability to vanish and reappear in another place was not something foreign to Haku, but it also wasn't something that he had been expecting. And it seemed so much different from the way a shinobi accomplished the same feat. Where were the hand seals?

"It's not something I can control when you move where your blind side is," came Haku's quiet reply. The shinobi only spoke the truth, but this player will lay bets on Xigbar being annoyed by the comment. Still, though, if Haku had a blind side, he would have probably killed someone for popping up from it. Battle-honed instincts and what have you.

The effeminate boy then smiled at Jack, blushing as any girl would at the pirate's comment. He did, after all, have an image to uphold. "My name is Haku. And you are?"

"Captain Jack Sparrow at your service, milady." As oddly garbed as she was, Jack was never one to begrudge a woman her due.

Only...was she a woman? Being a fine connoisseur of women, it immediately occurred to him that key assets vital to a woman's anatomy were...unseen.

...But then again, from what he'd seen of the citizens around here, it seemed like it was perfectly natural for them to be relatively flat-chested, and considering she hardly looked more than 16...

Flashing the older-looking man a good-natured grin, he winked, "Tis most ungentlemanly to bump into a lady like that, mate."

Xigbar turned his head to glare at Haku for a moment before shrugging it off. There was the promise of booze to be had, and the least Xigbar could do was, ah, observe how long it took for them to get hammered.

He laughed a little at Jack's comment. "Being a gentleman never really got me anywhere, though. I know women who're more brute than me." He was exaggerating- Larxene was only one female, after all.

"So, who's for going to the Cheap Prayer?"

"I'll be damned if I say no to that," Jack grinned rakishly, clearly approving of the plan. "What's your name, mate? It'll be odd if we went drinking and I didn't know anything about you."

Well, that was pretty much the truth, although Jack planned to ask around a little more about this particular man if his curiosity was piqued further. Years of experience told him that no one did anything without some sort of reason, and he wanted to know what the single-eyed man's agenda, as friendly as he was.

After he got rum, of course. Rum was important.

Turning to the young lady, he nodded warmly. "And yours as well, love. Can't very well be shouting 'ahoy' everytime I want your attention, eh?"

He just realized he was still in his leather thief outfit from the night before and felt more than slightly out of place in the old victorian-seeming town. He'd have to change back into his uniform or find other clothes soon.

Daisuke regarded Niflheim Gate one last time with unease before setting off. He had no idea where or when this place was or if it was a real place at all. Nothing here seemed real at all, save for the people and even then they all almost looked identical to one another. No real trees or animals that he noticed.

Lost in thought and fingering the smooth surface of his new journal he had not been paying attention to where he was going when he bumped into something firm and real. He looked up over the brochure he had in hand, big crimson eyes raised at the towering figure of a sinister-looking man in a black with an eye-patch and another man that looked....well, like a desheveled pirate. Lastly, he glanced at the young girl standing with them.

This day was getting weirder and weirder.

Haku blinked, seeming rather confused for a moment. Hadn't Jack just asked him what his name was? Maybe he had forgotten? Well, whatever suited him.

"It's Haku," the effeminate boy replied, just as some stranger bumped into Xigbar. He winced, having a general idea that the reaction was going to be far from pleasant. Part of him wanted to step in before something happened. However, the shinobi's rational, trained instincts overtook that urge, and he watched, waiting to see what would happen. Of course, he could always step in later, if necessary.

Either way, this kid was going to find out the very same thing that Haku had--bumping into Xigbar was not the best of ideas.

Xigbar was about to say something, but a redhead- way too short to be Axel- had bumped into him. Xigbar glared down at the kid, shoving at him. "Th' hell's your problem, brat? You're not even missing and eye and you go walking into people!"

Bah. Civillians. Xigbar made a disgruntled noise and vanished.

"Ah yes," Jack flashed Haku a brilliant smile, pretending to remember. "How silly of me to forget." Leaning in ever so slightly, and yet careful not to cross into the pretty young woman's personal space, he winked. "How about I buy you a drink, luv, to make it up to you?"

He blinked slightly as Xigbar disappeared, a tad bit surprised and more than a little curious at just how the chap managed to do something like that.

Ah well. There went his drinking partner. Turning to the boy, he nodded. "Watch yer step next time, lad." Tilting his head slightly at Haku as he clapped his beloved hat back on, he continued addressing her. "What say you, luv, to a drink at the Cheap Prayer?"

Haku blushed, playing up to his feminine appearance with a practiced ease. It was a small comfort for him, in this strange place, though he would never tell anyone why. Better, he figured, to be thought for someone else, just in case. It made for surprises and ones he might need in the future.

"What kind of drink did you have in mind?" he queried, running a hand through his hair. The young shinobi was thinking something along the lines of juice, or perhaps soda... Anything like alcohol was far from his mind, along with thoughts of what kind of drinks a city like this would actually have. "And where is this 'Cheap Prayer'?" He had heard the name before, more than likely carried in a conversation he had overheard. However, beyond that, his mind drew a blank.

Jack looked back at her, his expression faintly aghast. How many other drinks were there?

Kissing the tips of his fingers in an exaggerated fashion, the freedom-loving pirate responded merrily. "Why, there's only one sort of drink available, darlin'. Rum." Ah yes, the only word sacred to a true pirate.

He didn't buy the evils Elizabeth had named in relation to that particular beverage, and he rather thought that it was quite a rude definition of the only worthwhile drink in the entire world.

A true example of defamation, that.

Flipping open his journal briskly, Jack pointed at the map - how quaint, maps didn't even come in good old fashion paper anymore! - and grinned. "Ah, there be it." Merry eyes twinkling with mirth and wickedness, Jack set off on his course, absently patting the compass that was in his belt. "Come, come. No time to waste. Rum's waitin'."

Haku was clearly confused. Rum? The young shinobi didn't know what this 'rum' was supposed to be, other than Jack's assurance that it was some form of drink. He watched as the pirate picked out their destination on the journal and then followed probably a step behind Jack.

"I've never heard of this 'rum'," Haku admitted. Jack would probably die of shock from that statement, but one can't help the truth. Despite being underage in general, things like rum just weren't common in the Shinobi Countries. "What does it taste like?"

Oh, the horror.

THE HORROR!

The pirate turned around, a hint of a drunken swagger evident in his mildly foppish, exaggerated hand gestures that were more to distract people than anything else. Right now, however, he was more aghast than anything.

"You mean to say, love, that you've never even known of it's existence? Ever?" Kohl-lined eyes were widened with true pity and disbelief. Never heard of the glorious beverage that enlightened all inebriated men?

Blasphemy!

Jack Sparrow, being a pirate, had no such restrictions; quite frankly, if he had his way, every child would have a botle of rum in their wee little hands.

And that sort of thinking was probably why the pirate would never be able to govern any state, city, or town.

Ever.

"Rum," Jack responded with a hint of bliss. Ah, the many ways he had loved the feel of smooth liquid sliding down his throat, warming him up on many a stormy night.... "Is the nectar of the gods. The finest of all alcoholic beverages!"

He might be a tad biased here, but hey, who was complaining?

Haku stared at Jack with wide eyes and took a step back when the pirate turned around. He shook his head at Jack's question, thinking that, from the outburst, he had offended his companion. Who would have thought someone would get so worked up over the knowledge of a drink?

"I'm... I'm sorry..." Haku began. He frowned, trying to think of how to put this. He also pushed down the uncertainties and nerves that were threatening to break free. This wasn't a battle situation; there was no reason to be so on edge. Surely Jack wasn't going to hurt him over a little knowledge! "Whether or not it existed where I'm from, I wouldn't know. Zabuza-san kept me entirely too busy for much leisure."

Of course, it also came with being a Missing-nin, a shinobi traitorous to their village. Haku had spent entirely too much of his young life constantly training, constantly moving. It might not have been the best way to live, but it did prevent any contact with alcohol. Had Zabuza ever had any, he never shared it with Haku. In fact, if Zabuza had ever been inebriated, Haku had never noticed. Such limited contact with those kind of things would probably mean that the effeminate boy would not be able to tell if someone was drunk. Not at first glance anyway.

"I take it you can get this 'rum' at that 'Cheap Prayer' place?"

"Whether or not it existed where I'm from, I wouldn't know. Zabuza-san kept me entirely too busy for much leisure."

Jack's eyes softened in genuine pity as he heard her reply, and he shook his head. The lass was quite...deprived, indeed. There were many, many earthly treasures to be had, and she was so innocently naive that it made him feel a little sad for her.

Ah, perhaps she belonged to one of the really privileged young ladies who had been sheltered all their lives by overprotective parents and chaperones. Upsetting, really. He would've very much liked to teach those purebred strumpets a thing of two of the real world.

With very much pleasure on both sides, of course.

He blinked curiously, however, at the name Haku had provided. "Zabuza-san?" he echoed. He had been used to odd names, considering the sheer amount of exotic places that he had been to, but this one was just curious, indeed. It sounded like a tribal name, really. "She's your...chaperone?"

Ah, chaperone or not, the important thing was that this...Zabuza wasn't in sight, which meant that theit expedition would not be cut regrettably short.

At Haku's next question, he smiled, turning on the charm. "Aye, luv. Rum and so much more."

Taverns like these were the same in every land he had set foot on, and he didn't think that the Cheap Prayer would be very much different.

Waving her on, he moved ahead gleefully. "I promise you will love it there, Miss Haku."

[OOC: Hey dear, would you like to post first before I close this thread and we both move on to the Hitsugaya-Hinamori-Urahara thread? Jack's going to get hopelessly lost and meet a few new people ~~to annoy~~.

Haku couldn't help but giggle at Jack's question about Zabuza. Really! Zabuza, a woman?? And why was he laughing about it?

"Zabuza-san was the man who took me in when no one else would," Haku told Jack softly. "He raised me, taught me everything he knew... He also didn't make the journey with me to this place."

The shinobi frowned as his thoughts got caught up on Zabuza. Was he okay? Had he taken care of their task? How was he doing without the weapon he had forged? Haku had to force his thoughts out of this spiral. He would find out if and when Zabuza ever ended up in this place.

"I promise you will love it there, Miss Haku." Those words aided in pulling Haku back into the present and he couldn't help but smile. "You seem so certain..."

[OOC: Works for me. I'm sure Haku would love to meet some new people...]

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