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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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Able-armed gin flocker?

[He's got to be getting warmer.]

I believe we've already established that I prefer whiskey.

Affable army whiskey wagger?

[ she throws him a bone. ]

I've served, yes.

[ so 'army' is right. sorta. ]

[Makes sense. Her erect posture and tough attitude are giveaways.]

And not in the wenchly ale-house way, I'll wager. Hmmm. Cavalry?

General clerical.

[ nice and expected of a woman like her, she supposes. no need to give him too many breadcrumbs. ]

They've got generals for that?

[Sorry, but this is TOTALLY unexpected. Mind. Blown.]

My apologies, General Clerical. Sir. Ma'am.

[ -- huff. ]

They've got generals for all manner of things, Captain Sparrow.

[ it's not worth the headache involved in correcting him. ]

But whom do you order about?!

Clerks, of course. [ she lies with ease, as stupid as the concept is in practice. ] Vermin like them need a damned firm hand to keep them in line.

[Give him a brief moment to be sad for those clerks.]

[ do not pity the bureaucrat, captain sparrow. ]

You'll be glad to know that my handwriting is unimpeachable.

Thoroughly relieved.

You're probably like Teague, I expect.

[ does she really want to know?

(yes, yes she does.) ]

Teague?

My dad.

[Shoots clerks dead regularly. Protects the Code.]

I -- remind you of your father?

[ that's messed up. ]

Well he's older. More hair. Murders clerks frequently. You'd like him.

You know, I'm not so certain I would.

[ like him. ]

Why not?

[There are a billion reasons not to like the authoritarian and Codex-purist, Teague. It's not a difficult question to answer.

For people who actually know Teague.]

He plays the guitar rather well...

I prefer brass.

On your knuckles...AHEM. That's lovely. Nothing like scads of...trumpets. Trumpeting.

[ i mean he's not wrong? ]

You sound unconvinced.

No, no! Love them! Lots of...brass. Blarin' away!

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