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Jack Sparrow ([personal profile] bottlearum) wrote in [community profile] entrancelogs2014-02-20 08:18 pm

And I would walk 500 miles... [OPEN]

Who: Jack Sparrow and YOU.
Where: Anywhere in Wonderland. Literally, anywhere.
When: After all the murders and stuff.
Rating: PG-ish??? idk guys, I play a pirate.
Summary: When there's no events going on, Jack wanders, with a lack of anything else to do.
The Story: Jack walks at least five miles every day.

He's long since calculated exactly how many steps it takes to reach that quota. Wonderland makes him feel trapped -- he's never spent this much time on land before; he's never spent this much time in one location before -- and it fills him with a restless sort of energy he's not entirely sure what to do with. And so, he wanders.

But anxious energy isn't the only reason why he walks everyday. The events in Wonderland have a good amount to do with it. While some events don't seem to affect him at all, others were dangerous. And Jack wasn't about to let this place get the best of him. Not when he can just as easily fight back. And so, he wanders. Five miles a day.

But that's not to say he doesn't stop to chat, to eat, to drink. Because Jack knows that building up connections is just as valuable as being physically ready, if not even more so. And so he makes sure to stop and chat with Ellen as he passes the bar, as well as anyone else he might come across as he wanders up the stairs, down the stairs, through the mansion halls and outside on the grounds.
justguidelines: ʜᴇᴀʀ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴏᴏᴛsᴛᴇᴘs ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʀᴏss-ᴛʀᴇᴇs (→ Bᴜᴛ ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪsᴛᴇɴ ǫᴜɪᴇᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ)

[personal profile] justguidelines 2014-03-02 03:41 am (UTC)(link)
The point isn't whether he can pull another banana from the cupboards or not, really. The point is that Jack Sparrow is touching what does not belong to him, with his grimy fingers, to boot.

That is the point.

And it doesn't matter if Jack is a pirate. There is a time and a place for that kind of thing and while a man is trying - desperately - to teach himself how to use the confounded machinery in the kitchen in the attempt for real food is not it. He's sick of apples and rum and what the women of this place shove at him when he sees them, and one's even told him to his face that he's entirely too thin and that will just not do.

After all, it isn't like he hasn't noticed how much tighter he has to wrap his belt these days.

So a deep breath...Two...Ten later, and he's leaning over the book once more, pointedly not looking in Jack's direction. "You can be curious all you want, mate. Curiosity without action gains you nothin'."

At least, that's what he keeps telling himself. Surely it can't be that hard. Surely. Even the lowest of unlearned peasants can cook. Why not a pirate captain? He couldn't imagine how this knowledge could ever come in handy back home, as he has no intention of ever setting foot in the galley of the Pearl, but while he's here, he might as well...Well, learn. The less he's dependent on the mansion and its magic and its inhabitants, the better.