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Who: Jack Sparrow and ANYONE
Broadcast: Fleetwide - Unfiltered
Action: Cargo Bay of the Bishop
When: Soon after appearing on the ship in a shower of brilliant confetti and chocolate

[The pirate's got the general idea of things after the rather sterile initiation aboard the Marsiva with all of the Metal Men serving him plates of mushy foodstuffs. All told, it hadn't been unlike the time he'd disguised himself as a eunuch to infiltrate the Moroccan sultan's choicest harem, but ended up assigned to polish the sultan's prized marble gazing ball collection instead. You were low eunuch on the totem, you didn't guard virgins; you rubbed balls day and night until they gleamed like a thousand dying suns.

But you can't let that get you down. You find a way to profit.

Which brings us back to the Metal Men aboard the Marsiva. Jack's first taste of futuristic robotics, they were rather like eunuchs, but were hard and shiny, like marble gazing balls. There were no virgins anywhere to behold. That was where all the similarities between the Marsiva and the sultan's palace stopped.]

Just like rubbing the sultan's damnable balls again. [Alert listeners will hear him mutter that whilst musing over his adventures and trying to figure out use of the coms.

[The Bishop, though, had possibilities. Its cargo hold was empty save for a bicycle that didn't move and moving pathway to nowhere, but it had plenty of smuggling potential. Maybe, too, a place to hide the rum.

Later, louder, with video:] Captain Jack Sparrow, here, aboard the bloody metal box, Bishop.

[He doesn't care that Cersei is the "official" captain.]

I've got a keg of ale and a lovely bottle of rum [no he doesn't] to give to the gentleman -- or lady -- [no, he won't] what knows the prime trade routes in this quadrant of the universe. Savvy?

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Bollocks.

[ he's mad. she's finally and truly met a mad man (madder, perhaps, than max) and he's going on about ladles. ]

[He CAN be, yes.]

Well you've got the temper of a Scot, if not their wily way with kitchen utensils.

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I'm afraid, Captain Sparrow -- [ oh she's polite enough at least. ] That as far as tempers go, you haven't yet seen the lion's share.

Then I, too, am afraid! [And also simultaneously inexplicably jolly.]

What is your name, oh most lovely lioness?

[ oh for god's sake. ]

Peggy Carter. [ stiff as a board. ] Captain of the Starstruck.

Captain. Hmm.

Yes. [ captain. ] Of the Starstruck.

[ maybe if she says it again (and slower) he'll get it. ]

[Say it again like that, Peggy. Slowly. Yes. That's right. Mmm.]

Your red rosebud lips do not lie, darling Captain. I can tell by the dulcet tones of your voice. I, too, am a Captain. Might have heard of me. Sparrow?

[ her jaw tightens -- visibly. and those red lips curve into a grimace. ]

I haven't. Sorry about that.

[ she doesn't sound in the least bit sorry. ]

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[She's not sorry at all. He loves it.]

Probably better that way. I sometimes frighten the ladies, you know. How long have you been a-captaining for?

Why? [ she's played this game with men a hundred times before. oh, she might be qualified. but she'll never be qualified enough. ] Eager to compare our resumes, Captain Sparrow?

[No, Peggy, you've got him all wrong. He's the most equal-opportunity guy in the 18th century. Your situation is still kind of a turn-on. And you speak French so well.]

Aye! Shall we get together? Say, six-ish? I'll show you my entire resume. Even the bits I leave off.

I'm afraid sixish just won't do. [ bone-dry, of course, and with barely a flutter in her expression. ] You know how it is -- captaining keeps one rather busy.

Sevenish?

What do you think?

[ take a stab, sparrow. give us a guess. will she be any less indisposed at seven? ]

....Eightish?

Unfortunate for the both of us, Captain, but I do believe my schedule is all full up for the foreseeable future.

[ oh, but she might as well have some fun with it. ] If it's that important to you, I could arrange you a different meeting. My First Mate has all those details by heart.

[ her life. her career. her resume. now, she suspects nothing will come of the offer -- but she's not above a prank or two. ]

[Perfect, as it's nearly April Fools' Day.]

Pity. But understood, darling. Has she all her teeth?

Every last one. And in peak condition.

[ and she sounds so utterly pleased, as well. ]

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Lovely and strong? With an eye for the sea, and long locks that blow in the salt wind? Knows how to aim a weapon and load a cannon? Enjoys the finer things?

[SET HIM UP.]

Damned finest ricochet shot you've ever seen. [ ... ] And always looks becoming in blue.

Hmmmm...Always preferred green, myself. Or black. Or gold. How many eyes is she missing, this lady?

Both eyes present and accounted for. [ should she feel bad about this? at least for steve's sake? except she knows steve's decent-hearted enough to perhaps even befriend the fiend. ] Blue, as well, by the way.

[Oh he's never had luck with the blue-eyed ones, nor trusted them very much.]

Ah, pity. Partial to the dark-eyed, me.

[Also the conversation is getting a little creepy because he never would have pegged Peggy for a madame.]

Give her my regards, in any case. Captain Jack Sparrow sends them, late of the Black Pearl. With any luck, I'll soon be getting back to her.

-- The Black Pearl?

[ good sense and deduction tell her it's a ship, but she might as well ask. ]

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