⚔ 005 ⚔ Video ⚔

[fuego-del-mar.livejournal.com]

[The picture is rather dim and there seems to be an odd light about where ever Will currently is.

There are also a lot of barnacles...and very, very old wood. After a moment a face peers into the little screen and that is not Will. Yet...if one squints enough it does look a bit like Will- or a very young Arabella for those who would know her.]

I need a world hop.

[Will's eyes are rather wide now and she is speaking a harsh whisper. Obviously she is hiding. A man speaks to her left and she nods quickly before scurrying back amongst the barrels.]

Please. As soon as possible!

((ooc: Have a girl Will! all replies will come from cleverage.))

Comments

[makewayforroze.livejournal.com]

Will?

[cleaverage.livejournal.com]

Miss Roze.

[Oh...right, not himself.

She's still whispering.]

Yes, may seem rather difficult to believe but...I am Will Turner.

[makewayforroze.livejournal.com]

No, I believe you. Are you alright?

[cleaverage.livejournal.com]

Yes. I only wish to be off this ship...

[She makes a face, obviously still getting used to all the changes.]

My father can only keep me safe for so long.

[makewayforroze.livejournal.com]

I'll see if I can find someone to world hop for you!

[cleaverage.livejournal.com]

Thank you, Miss Roze.

[She looks very relieved.]

Always video;

[hugmyscythe]

[Unfortunately, she can't give a worldhop.] Mustyou hide yourself as awoman? [Basically saying he should stay brave.]

[cleaverage.livejournal.com]

[Will looks at Dead Master with a small frown.]

It isn't safe to be on a ship such as this as a woman. So I have found.

[It's more self-preservation then fear at the moment. He isn't shaking, simply keeping to the shadows.]

[hugmyscythe]

Perhaps you can

pose as a man?

[cleaverage.livejournal.com]

[head shake.]

It happened so suddenly. Nearly the entire deck saw. The squall we'd sailed through did not help either.

[She brought her legs up, pressing the tin against her chest to block it from view as someone walked by. A moment and she's visible again.]

[hugmyscythe]

[Doesn't sound like the captain is giving any protection, either. She's curious, though--] Did you offeran explanation?

[cleaverage.livejournal.com]

[This captain would not give protection to a woman. Will sighs a bit and shakes her head.]

I wish it were so simple. But...I'm afraid they would not listen. These are the worse sort of pirates.

Their Captain is the one to blame.

[hugmyscythe]

'Davy Jones', correct?

...Then, in the the meantime

I am sure you arestrong enough to

protect yourself.

[whether female or not]

[cleaverage.livejournal.com]

[That does make her look a bit more relaxed.]

Yes. I have a sword with me. I can keep them away for a bit. I am only unable to kill them.

[hugmyscythe]

[Unable to kill...] And why is that?

[cleaverage.livejournal.com]

They've already died once. This ship is almost like a prison. Where men who wish to prolong their judgment work.

[hugmyscythe]

[...Huh. And suddenly she wants that entire crew gone.] Tell me, William Turner,

of how you were

allowed to work

aboard this ship,if you have yet to face your fate.

[cleaverage.livejournal.com]

[Well Will needs them around; and there's a lot more to them being not-dead then he knows.]

There is something on the ship I need. I gained passage through chance.

[And Jack's luck rubbing off on him for a few seconds.]

[hugmyscythe]

Vague, as always...[She supposes he's doing this on purpose.]

It is difficult to believe

that the dead were willingto let someone alive onto their ship,

if not for the reason of eventually

killing that someone.

[cleaverage.livejournal.com]

I can't risk saying too much. I'm sorry.

[She blinks a little before frowning.]

I am probably running on luck or there is something more going on here. I'd rather not ask what is to happen once I prove myself no longer useful.

[But he plans to be off this relic long before that end nears.]

[hugmyscythe]

Indeed, William Turner,for there is little use forthe dead.

[cleaverage.livejournal.com]

Jones seems to be gaining great use from these poor souls.

[She's glancing over the barrels in anger. One of those souls is her father after all.]

[hugmyscythe]

I did meanthey have little use for those that

are alive, for they are only

an annoyance.For others who are dead,
for those that may be immortal,

of course their souls have

their uses.

[cleaverage.livejournal.com]

Besides crewing this ship....what use would fish men be?

[Now she's worried about how long it's taking to get that damned key. Once she's back to normal she'll have to grab it...]

1/2

[antibadstuff.livejournal.com]

[antibadstuff.livejournal.com]

Is there just some kind of weird fad for all of my friends to grow girl-parts now?

[cleaverage.livejournal.com]

I assure you, Buffy...ending up like this was not my intention...

[antibadstuff.livejournal.com]

You can head over here until you're a guy again if you get a hop.

[cleaverage.livejournal.com]

[You can almost feel the relief that washed over Will at those words.]

I may?

Thank you, Buffy. That...I greatly appreciate it.

[antibadstuff.livejournal.com]

As long as you don't mind sharing space.

[cleaverage.livejournal.com]

Sharing rooms has never been a problem.

[Small smile.]

I dare say you are better company then a donkey or fishmen.

[antibadstuff.livejournal.com]

I really really hope I'm better than those things.

[cleaverage.livejournal.com]

A great deal more. Easily.

[antibadstuff.livejournal.com]

So find someone who can hop and get over here?

[cleaverage.livejournal.com]

[swift nod. He might know someone but...he has to wait until it's safe.]

I will try to hurry. Thank you, Buffy. Really.

[You've save him more ways then you know!]

[antibadstuff.livejournal.com]

No problem. See ya soon?

[cleaverage.livejournal.com]

Yes.

Hopefully.

[andthehat]

I do hope you're not anywhere near listening fishy people.

[cleaverage.livejournal.com]

No. My father helped hide me.

[Glare! GEt her off of this ship, Jack!]

[andthehat]

'm not exactly full of hopping abilities, luv- Will. Will. Will who is not luv.

Habit.

[cleaverage.livejournal.com]

[Will blinked a few times before simply shaking her head.]

It's...fine. Stranger things have gone on then you confusing me for what I appear to be.

[andthehat]

Yes. Well then female sort of the Will sort due to the virusing sort. Have you gotten a ride from any sort who does have abilities of the hopping sort so that they can get you on the being gone sort to sort out that little problem of the womanly sort. Sort. ....sort.

[cleaverage.livejournal.com]

[Are you alright, Jack? Will tilts her head and narrows her eyes as she pieces together whatever the heck her friend just said.]

Uhm...not yet? Miss Roze is trying to attain one for me however. And Buffy said she will allow me to stay with her until I return to normal.

[andthehat]

[ Losing mind, slightly worrying for well-being of certain people that might now currently be female, lack of rum, and Elizabeth's breathing down his neck over here. TOTALLY FINE, I SWEAR. ]

Oh good! Good. ...Am I invited?

[cleaverage.livejournal.com]

[Very little need to worry over now-women-whelps. Lack of rum and hovering soon-to-be-kings however...no wonder you look everything but fine.]

You...would need to ask Buffy. It is her world and more over, it is her home.

[andthehat]

Ah. I'm having this feeling that she would say 'no.'

[cleaverage.livejournal.com]

I believe for once you may be correct.

[andthehat]

I tend to be correct a lot of the time, you know.

[cleaverage.livejournal.com]

[Flat look of 'not believing you'.]

Perhaps over the course of an act you make yourself correct.