I don't own Pirates of the Caribbean or RWBY. Unfortunately, all I own are bad formatting issues. At least I've got a jar of dirt...
Chapter 2
Jack raised the bottle to his lips and sighed when not a drop was to be seen.
The rum's gone. It's always gone. I should've learnt that by now, he thought.
Jack wobbled down the street much like a raggedy, sea-tossed and blindfolded octopus, with fingers outstretched to feel the Westerly sea breeze that eddied between the tall, official-looking buildings. This wasn't the first time Jack had found himself drunk (well, regrettably not much anymore because the rum was gone) and lost in a strange city: mostly because he was always drunk and always lost.
I just sort of go wherever the rum and the wind takes me... But even for me, this is a bit weird.
He hadn't seen many people - not since that handsome, disdainful rich kid had given him a few dollars and after he'd tried to rob him (odd, Jack thought). But, the more cobbled streets Sparrow snuck down, the more people he saw flitting about the streets - busy, laughing, talking - in fact, what with the unrecognisable decorations of every colour he saw hanging across the streets, it was if they were preparing for some big event.
There's something weird about this place...But there's something odd about every place. In fact, everything is so supremely odd so much of the time that it's normal.
He was just wondering if he was ever going to find something that looked remotely like a ship that would take him back to England - presuming this was not it - when he stepped around a corner right into a young, tall girl's face.
Both of them spluttered in indignation, simultaneously, and stepped away. "Excuse you!"
The tall girl had long white hair gathered precariously on one side of her head, a glittering silver comb holding it in place, a white dress that looked like an English child's petticoat that had cloned itself into layers upon layers of crinoline and strange shoes that made her seem much taller than she was. But these things paled into insignificance compared to the two most important things about the her: firstly, she carried a long silver rapier and secondly, she carried a face that Sparrow thought she might have stolen from Roman Torchwick. A glare of utter disdain, with the unfortunate addition of supreme pride.
Oh, not one of these again.
He then realised that there were three others that had also been rounding the corner. The shortest one wore black and red in exactly the same style as the tall one.
Must be the fashion round here. She had hair so short Sparrow wasn't quite sure if it was a girl or a boy... But then decided it didn't matter, seeing as she was the only one with a face that looked moderately accommodating. That is, she didn't look as likely to straight up murder him than the others did. The next one across had bright yellow hair and purple - purple - eyes, a skirt so short that Jack wasn't sure what happened to the rest of it, tall brown boots that put his own to shame and metal casing around her arms.
...maybe she's some kind of robot? Nah, there'd be none of those around here, Jack thought, stumbling into bizarre wisdom beyond his centuries.
The last had yellow - yellow - eyes, much narrower than the rest of her party, and black tresses from which they glared pointedly. In fact, the eyes around here were sort of weird. Really huge. Oh well, Jack thought. Two black swords were crossed on her back.
Everyone carries a weapon here. These are my kind of people.
Unsatisfied with confused silence as an answer, the tall girl demanded in a high, comical voice, "EXCUSE ME? Did you hear what I said!? Watch where you're going!"
Jack composed his most-honestly-apologetic face: "I'm sorry, love."
"'LOVE'? DO YOU KNOW WHO YOU'RE TALKING TO!?" The girl screeched. The others started to grin a tiny bit as she waved her hands threateningly in Sparrow's direction. "I am a Schnee!"
"... Never heard of it," Jack replied with a shrug.
"Oh!" The girl gasped and folded those crinoline-clad arms, glaring into the distance theatrically. The one with short hair giggled and then said, "Sorry sir, we didn't mean to interrupt your day! I'm Ruby Rose. Don't mind Wiess, she's just used to respect, as a noble and all," she explained squeakily.
People who wear white here are rich, and mean to me, he thought.
"That's fine, love, I was just leaving anyway. Or, attempting to leave, at which I am not doing a very good job," Jack explained, wobbling a bit. "Seen any ships?"
"You're leaving before the Festival?" the yellow-haired one asked. "Why don't you stay?"
She's the only one with a moderately sensible-sounding voice, Sparrow noted.
Unable to reply, the tall one, Weiss, shot a look back at him. "Who are you anyway?"
"I'm Captain Jack Sparrow, love - I mean, your Royal Wiessness, or whatever it is in these parts." Jack's introduction faded into mumbles.
"Captain?!" Weiss spat. "You look like a common, swindly pirate to me!"
"Lots of people call me that, love, but I don't deserve it, me," Jack told her honestly. Well, mostly honestly.
"I think he is a pirate. We should take him down to the jails!" Weiss claimed.
"Easy now," Sparrow said, "what were you saying, dear, about the festival?"
"It's starting very soon, is all. I'm Yang," the yellow-haired one said.
"Why are your eyes purple?" Jack asked.
"I dunno, why are your eyes brown?" she replied with a roguish grin and a shrug.
I like this one.
"Anyway, I must confess my utter ignorance of this festival."
"It's held so the Kingdoms can come together and celebrate," the black-haired one with the bow said quietly.
"Kingdoms?"
How far have I come?
"Aren't we in Europe? England?"
The girls looked at each other blankly.
"Nope," Ruby said.
"Are we in Davy Jone's Locker?" Jack asked suspiciously.
"Nope," Ruby replied.
"Are we on Earth?"
"Nope," Ruby replied.
"Will you stop saying 'Nope'!" Weiss exclaimed.
"...Nope," said Ruby.
"So as you can tell, I'm not familiar with these parts. In fact I just got here... Not long ago, and a tall rich man with orange hair told me to take ship from the port. You will now tell me how to do this. Savvy?"
"... You saw a tall rich guy with orange hair?" Ruby repeated, brows knitted.
Sparrow shrugged. "White-suited. Rude. Wears as much eyeliner as I do. Said something about..."
"Something about what?!" Yang, Weiss, Ruby and the quiet one yelled.
The gears ticked in Jack's mind. "Something about something. But I ain't telling you what it is until you show me how I get onto a ship to leave this place."
"I told you! He is a pirate! Let's take him in!" Weiss screeched.
"'Scuse me Lady, but I have never admitted, and will not necessarily admit to, being a pirate."
Weiss drew her silver rapier with scathing eyebrows. "I suggest that as Huntresses, we ought to take Jack Sparrow in. This man is a danger to Beacon and everybody in the vicinity."
Jack sighed and drew his sword. "It's CAPTAIN Jack Sparrow," he insisted. "Now, is that sword a gun?"
"Look, guys, just chill out," Yang called in.
"We've got no reason to suggest Mr Sparrow has done anything wrong, and to take him in would be arbitrary arrest," the quiet one said.
"Thank you, Miss...?"
"I'm Blake. Blake Belladonna."
Jack smiled to Weiss. "Let's listen to Blake now before we both break the law."
For the millionth time, Sparrow thought as he sheathed his sword. Weiss did too, and then returned to crossing her arms sulkily.
"Now, if you want to know the whereabouts of a certain red-haired gentleman, I suggest you lead me to the docks. What'da you people want with him anyway? He seemed a nice enough lad."
Ruby began walking next to Sparrow, leading them up the road back towards the sea.
"Roman Torchwick has manners alright, but you realise that doesn't matter when he steals from and lies to everybody," Ruby's high voice piped up. The others nodded or murmured agreement.
"So there's some trouble in these parts?"
"Yeah. You know about the Grim attacks?" Yang asked.
"...Nope," Sparrow said.
"The White Fang?"
"... Nope," Sparrow said.
"Will you stop saying 'nope'?"
"Nope. What are Grim?"
"Huge monsters that feed off fear."
"Oh, yes! I saw one of those! It ate me. Once."
All the girls stared at him.
Sparrow shrugged. "...Once."
"Ok, we're nearly at the docks. Got any money?" Yang asked.
Jack pulled out the few strange-looking coins Torchwick had let him keep. "Is this enough?"
"Depends where you're going."
"Uhh... West. Until up is down and down is up."
All four of them stared at him with raised eyebrows.
"Do you think I could captain a ship myself?"
"Maybe a small dingy," Ruby said doubtfully.
"Small dingys. Love them. Came here in one."
"Where is it now, then?" Blake asked.
"At the bottom of the ocean."
"...I see."
"Well, go and see the man in that shop" - (Yang gestured to a nearby building) - "and he should have a small boat he can loan you."
"Excellent. Now, ladies, I shall tell you all that you desire to know about Mr Torchwick. Well, not everything. There are some things I do not know about Roman and shall never wish to."
"Well, what did he say he was planning?" Ruby asked.
"He made me go away because he was hoping for his own ships to dock in the area. He told me he was leading a... Plot of some sort. I think he's doing some illegal shipping."
"Oh no," Ruby squeaked. "Where was he?"
"Down that-a-way," Sparrow said confidently, "the dock down there, currently empty."
Ruby nodded determinedly, and drew, from seemingly nowhere, a red scythe at least twice as big as her. The girls looked at each other. "Thanks, Captain Jack. Hope you get back safe."
Jack nodded. Then, with a sly smile: "Say... You don't know where they might be selling rum around here, do you?"
"You can get rum and a friendly fight down at the nightclub," Yang grinned.
Sparrow saluted her admiringly. "Thank you, my dear. Have fun huntressing... Or whatever you're going to do to Torchwick. But go easy on 'im, eh? Friend to a friend?"
"Told you he was some kind of criminal," Weiss said, shaking her head wearily.
"Miss you too, love," Sparrow grinned with a slight wobble. Weiss slapped him with a haughty smack.
"...I probably deserved that."
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