"Hello everyone! Meet Captain Jack Sparrow, my new muse."
Her sleepy muses blinked at her. " DD, it's 2:00 in the morning." Tom told her.
"Uh-huh."
"Why are you awake?" Vanyel asked
"Oh, it's not 2:00 in the morning outside the box, it's 6:00 at night. Time's messed up in here, I'll fix it soon." She promised absently.
Jack Sparrow, stood, relaxed, hands hooked to his belt. He was a good looking man, dark beard separated into two braids. His hair was in dread locks, topped by a rather battered hat. He wore a long gray waistcoat and seemed to be armed almost as well as Elaith. Basically, he screamed 'pirate'. He seemed to be amused, and barely restraining himself from commenting.
"You know, I haven't seen David in a while." Elaith commented idly
"I fired him."
"Why?" Elaith asked.
"He wasn't being a good muse. Van helps out a lot. Even you pitch in sometimes, and Tom's of course the head muse. But he wasn't doing anything. So I fired him. And then I saw 'Pirates of the Caribbean' and discovered that Jack's an excellent muse."
The muses turned to regard Jack. He smirked. They nodded approvingly, he'd do.
"You're slash I suppose?" Van asked.
"Yeah, this kid named Will Turner who's supposed to be a blacksmith."
"Why supposed to?" Tom questioned
"Because he's about the size of junior here." Jack gestured to Vanyel.
"I'm Vanyel, why can't someone my size be a black smith?"
"You have to be big and brawny to be a black smith." Elaith explained.
"Yeah, but it's Disney, so credibility gets thrown out the window." Jack explained.
"I'm Lieutenant Tom Paris, Chief Pilot aboard starship Voyager." Tom introduced himself.
"Starship?"
"I'm from several centuries in the future."
"Ah."
"I'm Elaith Craulnobur, I'm a business man and assassin."
"Good combination," Jack acknowledged. He turned to Vanyel, "Aren't you a bit young to be a muse?"
"Technically, but Darkdancer doesn't care, but it means she won't write an above PG-13 fic for me. She's funny like that."
"Enough talk." Darkdancer instructed, beginning to feel a little left out. "Let's have a party to celebrate Jack's addition to the box." She gestured, and, because she's the author, Decorations, music, and refreshments appeared. (Wish it was that easy in real life)
"Box?" Jack whispered to Tom
"We live in a cedar box."
"Doesn't that get cramped."
"It's a magic cedar box, plenty of room."
"Ah." Curious, he walked over to the refreshment table, "Any rum?"
"No, I don't like alcohol." Darkdancer told him.
"No rum?"
"None."
Jack looks horrified. The other muses nod sympathetically.
"Look at it this way, you'll get to drink plenty in the fics." Tom encouraged him.