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*It's been a while.

Jack Sparrow -- that's Captain Jack Sparrow -- strolls in, grinning wickedly, and heads straight for the bar.*

Rum, luv, if you'd be so kind.

*A bottle and a glass appear instantly, and Jack pats the bar approvingly.*

You're a treasure and no mistake, luv. A treasure indeed.

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*Jack leans on the bar near him, grinning with manic mischief.*

Close, mate. The name's Captain Jack Sparrow. And you're the explorer. Jones. Indy Jones.

Exploring the bottom of a bowl of nuts now, is that it? *Jack tsks.* You need to find yourself a girl, mate. Or more rum. Or both. *He grins, and gets another glass, offering it to Indy.*

"Hey... nothing wrong with exploring nuts. They're fascinating. 'Specially cashews." He throws a handful of his precious cashew nuts in the air as if to prove his point in some warped way. They drop back down and scatter over the counter and floor.

"I've got a woman thank you very much," he sneers, sticking his chin out defensively. "She's Lorelai... and that's her name. She's very hot and gorgeous too. And we have lots of very big sex."

He waves his hand vigorously at the rum. "No No No! I've got cider thanks mate. Baldrink brewed it himself. It's lethal... um... so it kinda begs the question of why I'm still drinking it."

Good logic from the sozzled professor, made even more pertinent when he raises his glass and throws back some of the aforementioned cider, only to find that his glass is empty. it takes a second or two for this to register.

"Um... more," he suggests wisely, bending to re-soak the floor with the contents of Baldrick's barrel. After a minute or two of clumsy fumbling, Indy eventually returns upright with half a pint glass full of potent appley goodness. He seems quite proud of his achievement though. "It's good stuff Jake... help yourself."

*Jack looks warily at the cider and shakes his head.*

Think I'll stick with me rum, mate. *He takes another drink, then grins at Indy.*

She sounds like a lovely girl, this Lorelai.

"Yeahhhh," he nods fondly. "She's a goddess. And I should know, I've been with a few. Um... she isn't really a real goddess. But she is... to me, see?" He scratches his head in puzzlement, having throughly confused himself. "She'll probably be around later... I'll show you how lovely she is."

"She appreciates my nuts," he adds reproachfully.

A goddess, is it, mate? *Jack's eyes gleam.* Are you sure her name's not Aphrodite? Now there's a lovely, lovely woman indeed, savvy? *He seems to be speaking from some experience.*

*Jack takes a drink of rum and adds, casually,*

Glad to hear you're not a eunuch then, mate. Sad thing, if you were.

"True there. Nut less would be crap," he agrees somberly. "Though I'd still have these babies." He gleefully opens a palm to reveal a few lovable cashews.

"So I guess you've been away sailing the seven seasons and stuff. Reaping and pillioning and all those good buccaneery shenanigans?" He takes a ill-advised swig of cider.

*Jack's eyes gleam with amusement.*

Oh, absolutely, mate. I've been very busy indeed, savvy? There've been a number of opportunities for a man in my line of work.

*He takes another drink of rum.*

"I don't care about that. What about opportunities for a man in my line of work. I'm bound now and can't go on any more adventures," he whines. "Do you think the Bar would give me some if I asked nicely?"

He tries his idea before the swashbuckling legend can answer.

"Bar... I want some opportunities. Savvy?" he asks, imitating Jack.

*Jack looks curiously at the bar, then back at Indy.*

Might ought to be careful with a request like that, savvy? You've done it now, I wager.

*He grins wickedly.*

Better have some rum to brace yourself with.

Indy waits patiently for his order to arrive. And then he waits impatiently, rapping his knuckles on the counter in frustration. "Well... shit... the service here has gotten all slow," he moans.

"Fuck it. Sure... gimme some rum." He takes the previously offered glass and tips the contents into his sorry looking half-pint, unintentionally making a primitive Spiced Cider. He drinks deeply from the resulting mix.

"Nut?" he asks politely, having already glossed over the pirate's earlier decline.

*Jack shakes his head, beads clicking.*

No, mate, I'm fine without. You could try giving some to the bar, though-- maybe you need to make nice to get a good chance, savvy?

*His eyes are sparkling with mischief, and he drinks more rum.*

He thinks. "But the Bar gave me the nuts in the first place. Why would it want them back... 'specially half-eaten... and with all the peanut-y dee-fish-encies?"

He struggles over the last word and looks to Jack for an explanation.

*Jack seems to consider this carefully.*

To keep you from throwing them all over her floor, mate?

*He grins wickedly.*

Or maybe you ought to offer her something nicer, savvy? Women love pretty things.

"I know this," he admits. "That's why my Lorelai loves me."

He looks around curiously for something matching Jack's description. It's pretty much just nuts and cider as far as his blurred vision can see however.

"Hmmm. Maybe I can give her some roses from the greenhouse tomorrow. Anthy'd let me I reckon. She's dead good about stuff like that. She let me wooooo my girlfriend with some before."

*Jack pats the bar.*

She's a lovely lass, perhaps the loveliest here, and always gives me the best rum. Flowers would probably be appreciated, mate.

He nods in agreement and imbibes a little more of his spontaneous concoction.

"Thanks Jake. You're a treasure. Um... speaking of which... dug up any decent loot on your travels? I've been stuck here and haven't recovered shit for months now."

I'm not in the habit of digging for my treasure, savvy? *Jack grins wickedly, and pulls out a small leather pouch. He opens it and spills out onto the bartop several jewels of high quality, rich in color and brightly shining in the room's light.*

Found those a while ago while swimming. *He grins.* I have a few other trinkets of the sort you liked before, too, mate, if you prefer.

Indy is no state to assess the value of the proffered gems. Instead his eyes widen and he pores over them, the myriad of colors reflecting onto his face.

"Ohhhh shiney!" he admits with awe. "The sea must be really rich to have left all this stuff just laying around."

He doesn't take any of them however. "No... s'ok... I have no use for them here. I jus' like to look, and I'm too drunk to apprecimanate them right now," he confesses in a startling moment of clarity. "Thanks though. You're a good man Jake."

*Jack shrugs, and scoops them all back into the bag, which he puts away.*

It's all in the knowing where to look, mate. That's the trick.

*He claps Indy on the shoulder.* More rum?

"Ahhhh... no thanks matey. I'm good with me cider." He pats the barrel affectionately.

Your loss, mate.

*Jack grins, watching Indy separating cashews from peanuts with the focus of the drunkenly intent, and then strolls off whistling.*

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