First entrance

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The door to Milliways flies open abruptly, and a Lost Boy in full battle dress falls through.

He looks like he's been through a lot- most of his eye make-up war paint has sweated off and there is a hole in his armor just over his heart. The sword hanging loosely in his hand is dull and full of dings, and he smells of gunpowder if you get too close. It would be safe to say that the boy has been in a fight- if you can get past the costume you might notice a few bruises but no serious bleeding.

Not to mention the fact that at the moment, he seems to be unconscious.

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Rufio glances around the bar again. "Yeah, like the port on the island. But bigger."

And with fewer pirates. Or more, depending on how many of the grown-ups he can see are actually pirates and not just... regular boring grown-ups.

[pirate_jack]

Jack grins wickedly at him. "Oh, you're in for a treat, mate."

He drains his glass and sets it down, then looks at Rufio thoughtfully.

"Planning to stay a while?"

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He shrugs and looks around again. "Yeah, could be fun."

Not to mention the opportunities for adventure and the fact that he can't see a door.

He's eyeing Jack a little suspiciously. Even though he's been nice to Rufio so far... he's still a pirate.

[pirate_jack]

If anything, Jack's grin widens.

"It's an interesting place, lad, that's for certain." He eyes Rufio for a moment, then takes out a leather pouch. It jingles, and he upends it, spilling gold coins over the bartop.

"Take care of the lad, will you, luv?"

The coins vanish and a key appears. Jack nods.

"You ask her for what you need, and you'll get by for a time, savvy?"

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Rufio blinks and takes the key.

"Uh."

A pirate just got him a room. A pirate. For a Lost Boy.

"Yeah. Thanks."

The suspicion is almost entirely drowned out by a kind of... awe. Or surprise. But still a little suspicious. Why would a pirate take care of a Lost Boy? Does he want something in return?

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He pours a shot of rum and tosses it back, then stands, looking down at the lad.

"The sea's calling me home, son, and it's back to my Pearl I go."

Jack Sparrow grins at him. "See that you don't draw blade on me next time, mate."

And with that, he saunters toward the door.

Whistling.

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Rufio looks again at the key, then back at the retreating pirate.

With one last shake to clear his head he stands and wanders off to find his room.


[ooc: thank you for such a great thread. seriously, I am killed of wonderful. :D]