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[OOM: After Havelock's conversation with Flagg, he returns Jack's medallion and talks with Puck.

The following day, he also talks to Raven about it, who is rather stern, but generally pleasant.]
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A man in an expensively cut suit walks to the bulletin board.

Thunk.

He drives a nail through a scrap of paper, steps back to survey his handiwork, and smiles.

Tryin' to make a livin' and doin' the best I can
But when it's time for leavin' I hope you'll understand
...

"That I was born a raaaamblin' man."

Icy eyes dart to the stairwell.

Not a whisper or a puff of smoke to mark his passing.
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Yo, ho, yo, ho, a pirate's life for me...

The front door bangs open and Captain Jack Sparrow strolls in, singing loudly as he heads for the Bar. There's a dangerously wicked grin on his face and his eyes are flashing with mischief.

Looks like someone's in a wild mood today. But that's fitting, savvy?
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There is a young assassin sitting sedately at a table with coffee.

He looks... well, blank, as he generally does. But not unwelcoming.
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When the levee breaks

"Mama you got to move, a-whoo-hoo."

The impeccable blonde in the corner scans the bar with her ice blue eyes and sings to herself, fingertips caressing a heavy glass of a milky drink shot through with bursts of rainbow color.
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A now-familiar presence occupies one table and keeps away any curious travelers by the mere sense of darkness that surrounds the empty seats.

It waits, clever ice eyes scanning the crowded bar.

On the table is a saucer filled with cream.
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There's but the faintest tinge of black smoke lurking in the table furthest away from the light.

If one were to pass, they might see a flash of white teeth or the dull red of a gleaming eye.

And the man in black's got no-one followin' him no more, PRAISE THE LAWD, for the time of the reckonin' draws nigh ...
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A pretty young man with long blonde hair is sitting at a table. You've probably never seen eyes so blue. He has a beautiful smile as well. He is also wearing the world's most hideous yellow coat.

He's just sitting there at the table drinking ice water.

The face of Evil is pretty.