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[knightofratatosk]

[Morning finds Emil lugging a bulging knapsack up the road to the bridge near CH #1, the ends of what look like a couple of glass bottles sticking out of it. Whatever is inside it seems to be rather heavy-- he has to stop every few yards to rest, but he's determined to make it to his destination despite this.

Once he gets to the bridge, he unzips the knapsack and begins unpacking the contents. Inside is a whole array of glass bottles, each one containing a letter addressed to a friend who has left Luceti. Richter, Marta, Tenebrae, Horatio, Luke, Faize, Lloyd, Genis-- each one of them (as well as several other people) gets a letter. He figures that with all of the creepy supernatural stuff going on lately, maybe, just maybe, if he drops these bottles into the stream now, they'll somehow reach the intended recipients. It can't hurt to try, right? If nothing else, it might make him feel a little bit better about hearing voices and seeing things.

... or so he hopes.]

Comments

[all7seas]

Pen? Paper?

[Jack certainly does want to send messages. Gibbs, for one--needed to know not to trust Barbosa. And Elizabeth...might just care to know he was still alive. Might. Just.]

[knightofratatosk]

Just a pencil, and I can tear a page out of my journal.

[Those aren't quite the type of messages Emil had in mind, but what he doesn't know won't bother him, and besides, he's just glad he can make other people feel better.]

[all7seas]

[Jack will take the implements and, using the bridge railing as a writing-desk, scrawl his notes. Soon enough--]

Right--here they are, lad. Perhaps they'll make landfall someplace...p'raps we'll even receive replies...

[knightofratatosk]

You really think so?

[He looks almost hopeful at that as he shoves the letters into the empty bottles and carefully corks them.]

Then... maybe I really will get to talk to all of my friends from other worlds again.

[all7seas]

There's always hope for that, aye. Who knows what's in store? And maybe one morning, you'll go out your door, and you'll think to yourself, "Mayhap I'll take a stroll by the river," and lo! Bottles. But other bottles--foreign, like, from other worlds. Otherworldly bottles, and there! Contact. It's a beautiful idea.

[knightofratatosk]

Maybe I should set up a net or something in the stream to catch them just so I don't miss any. That way I could check it every day and I'd know if anyone did write back.

[Aww, Jack, you're getting his hopes up.]

just thoroughly irresponsible of him, really...

[all7seas]

Aye, bottlenet. Excellent scheme, lad. Truly, if I ever do find a way out of here, you're hired as cabin boy if you choose to take the job.

"irresponsible" is Jack's middle name

[knightofratatosk]

R-really? You mean that? Thank you! I'm not sure what a cabin boy is supposed to do, but I'll try my best.

XD

[all7seas]

You're welcome, of course. [Best not to let Emil know that Captain Sparrow's cabin boys have about as much luck surviving as the drummers in Spinal Tap.]

Now I'm off--many preparations necessary if we're to leave this place and get back to me ship, aren't there? I'll be seein' you, lad. And you let Jack here know if any new bottles turn up.

8D

[knightofratatosk]

Okay, I will, and I'll keep an eye out for any that are addressed to you.

[... sad thing is, he's actually going to do this.]

[all7seas]

Good lad!

[OOC: It's breaking my heart, it really is. XD]

[knightofratatosk]

I'll see you later!

[OOC: SUCH A HORRIBLE PERSON, JACK. XD But I'm laughing.]

[all7seas]

[Jack will salute Emil before going on his merry way, humming a bit of "Hoist the Colors" and forgetting all his fishing tackle under the bridge into the bargain but who cares about that when there are all of these glorious message bottles?]

((OOC: He's definitely bound for the Special Hell. Again. :D))

[knightofratatosk]

[Oh well, at least the tackle isn't likely to go anywhere? Not unless it floods, that is. Emil certainly isn't going to go down there to find it.]

[OOC: Oh Jack. XD]