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[will_scarlett]

Will and Doc enter from the back, carrying Jack Sparrow between them, he is bound with duct tape and both outlaws are grinning as they lay him down on a table ignoring all protests and bargaining.

Now the search for where best to display their prize for the most amusement, perhaps tied to a rafter.

The two outlaws are welcome to suggestions or just poke the pirate.

(OOC:Three pups, three muns, Jack's trussed, Will and Doc are grinning, come and have fun!)

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[pirate_jack]

"Gave these lads rum," Jack drawls, with utter disgust.

"New sort of crime in a place like this, aye?"

[mercurialist]

Judging from the way Mercer's eyebrow just shot upward like that, he's in total agreement.

"You're tying him up for giving you alcohol in a bar?" he complains to the other two. "Oh, come the fuck on. You're kidding me. At least if you're gonna catch him on something make it something better than that crock of shit. He's got plenty else to spare."

[scurlock]

Doc's had to explain this a few times. "Sir, wasn't like we tarred and feathered him or tied him up bare skinned, we just...well we're wantin' to play a bit of a joke on him, that's all, and that's what we outlaws do best. Catch people and play tricks when we're not busy doin' what outlaws do. No harm meant and no harm'll come to 'im, promise."

[mercurialist]

"No no no no no, man, I'm fine with that, you've just gotta -- "

Swiftly, he uncrosses his legs and hops off of the table, both hands spread wide.

"Come on," he repeats, and just as quickly scrubs a hand through the hair sticking out from beneath his knit cap. "Seriously. That's the best reason you could come up with? If you've got a crap reason you've gotta at least make up something interesting to tell everybody else, like he tied your sister to the ceiling and this is your swift and really apropos revenge." He tsks, mournful. "You guys need practice."

[will_scarlett]

"'e got Lady Bar drunk, sir, an gave 'er an Mike awful 'ango'ers, thought that was our reason, Doc. 'ave to keep things straight."

Will says with another grin, he likes this new fellow.

[mercurialist]

"Really."

And he swivels back to Jack, another delighted grin breaking over his face.

"How in the hell'd you manage that?"

[pirate_jack]

Jack grins wickedly right back at him.

"Might be as I could show you the trick of it, mate, if you were to cut me hands free."

[mercurialist]

Giving his hat another quick tug down over his ears, Mercer jams his hands in his pockets and rocks back and forth on his heels, studying Jack thoughtfully for a second.

"I don't know," he says, drawing out the words. (As much as Mercer can draw out any words and still talk at his usual mile-a-minute pace.) "I mean, these guys -- " he hooks a thumb over his shoulder to Doc and Will and shrugs, "they're nowhere near as good as you and they need all the help they can get with this kind of stunt, you know?"

And suddenly, he's mirroring Jack's wicked grin again, and faster than the eye can follow, he darts closer and gives one of the ropes a sharp tug.

It unknots itself like it hadn't even been tied at all.

Sketching out a loose salute, he tells him with a cackle, "Give me a hint later!" --

and in a sudden blur and rush of wind, he's gone.