fandomtownies | Friday afternoon, Barbossa's cove on the beach [Friday afternoon]

A little before 4 p.m., Angela comes walking down the beach armed with her tape recorder, prepared for her interview. She waves to Barbossa. "Hey! Is this your boat?"

"It is," he said, glowing with pride. "It isn't exactly a ship o' the line, but it be all mine. Ye may now call me Cap'n Barbossa." He laughed. "Cap'n o' the Heidy Ho III and its crew of, er, me."

Angela bows her head respectfully. "Hello, Captain. It's still bvigger than anything I own, and I think it's cute." She squints. "So is Barbossa a first name or a last one? And is it okay if I turn on the recorder?"

"Begin recordin' whenever ye like," Barbossa said. "This be called a jollyboat, and it be normally used as the boat t'take crew t'shore. Or, if things be bad, t'sit in when the bigger ship be sinkin' into Davy Jones' locker."

He scratched at his beard. "Barbossa be a last name. Thar be a bit o' a question as t'what me first name be. The paperwork be a mite smudged."

Angela walks around the boat. "So it's like a lifeboat, cool. And it's Heidy Ho III? Um, how did you name it and what happened to I and II?"

"A lifeboat, aye. With sails because sometimes yer ship picks a most inconvenient place t'sink, like the middle o' the Atlantic."

Barbossa took off his hat and bowed his head. "A terrible tale, what happened t' Heidy Ho I and II." He laughed and put his hat back on. "Kidding. I had a wooden boat when I was knee high t' a grasshopper that I named t' Heidy Ho. Dropped it over the side of me first ship as a cabin boy durin' a patch o' rough seas. Heidy Ho II was what the Cap'n called the boat that would take us t' Tortuga, the most wonderous town in the Caribbean if ye be lookin' fer drinkin', fightin' and wenchin'. Which we were." He laughed. "That one disappeared when the Cap'n made one o' the wenches unhappy. She took the boat, scuttled it in the bay 'n made us swim back t' the ship."

D'anna ran down the beach, gear strapped across, around and over her coat. "Hi guys! Sorry, just got back from ~~a galaxy far, far away or something like that~~ the interview with Krycek and Cally. I thought I was going to miss you."

"Nope, we're still here," Angela says. "Thanks for coming out."

"D'anna, this is Captain Barbossa from the radio station. Barbossa, this is D'anna. She's the photographer for this assignment."

She turns back to Barbossa. "That's an awesome story. Horrible, but awesome. Have you been a pirate all your life, or when did you start?"

"Pretty much all me life, aye." Barbossa grinned. "There was the time when I be learnin' t' walk, o'course, but I went from foundlin' home to wharf rat t'cabin boy."

He bowed at D'anna. "It be a pleasure t'meet ye, D'anna."

Angela giggles. "What's a wharf rat? Unless you were literally a rat, which would be only slightly weird for this school. And, um, where was the foundling home?"

She wonders what qualifies as answers showing a well-rounded person from a pirate.

"Not an actual rat, no," Barbossa said. "It be the term fer the boys who would hang around t'docks as, um, independent enterpreneur types. Pickin' up loose change, if ye will." He grinned.

"The foundlin' home were in Port Royale, down in the Caribbean. I be not sure what the modern name fer the place might be."

Angela grins back. "The carribbean? Do you miss warm weather, or are you pretty much used to it?"

"And ... modern. So you aren't from this time?"

"Near as I can figger, I'm about two hundred and fifty years behind ye. We still be usin' boats as a primary form o' travel. Couldn't even fathom t'idea o' flyin' like birds, let alone flyin' t'the stars like some o' these students do."

D'anna nodded to Barbossa. "Pleased to meet you." She gestured to the boat. "So, are we actually going out on the water?"

Barbossa looked out at the water. "It doesn't seem t'be too choppy," he said. "Would ye both like t'be on the maiden voyage o' the Heidy Ho III?"

"I'd love to," Angela chirps.

"Sure." D'anna chimed in.

"Let's be gettin' underway, then (http://www.livejournal.com/community/fandomtownies/421222.html?thread=17189734#t17189734)."

((ooc: Where be the Ninja and the Pina Colada?))

Barbossa pushed the boat down to the shore and smiled at the girls. "Ye ready t'get underway, then? Hop on in!"

Angela smiles dubiously and seats herself at one side of the boat.
"D'anna, do you want to do pictures, and then we can get back to the interview?"

"Works for me." D'anna took the lens-cap off her camera. Asking a pirate to 'smile pretty' probably wasn't the best way to go. Instead, she turned her camera towards Barbossa. "Ready when you are."

[ooc: This is the third time I've tried to comment here today. I hope it works.]

Barbossa, up to his knees in water and getting ready to push the boot out into deeper water, smiled at the camera, his hair blowing into face.

[OOC: Got it now. *beats on LJ with a big stick*]

Angela watched Barbossa pose for D'anna, enjoying the sligh sway if the boat as it entered the water.

"Let me know when you guys are done."

"I think that'll do for head-shots." D'anna lowered her camera. "I'll take some more once we're actually out there."

"That be soundin' grand t'me," Barbossa said, pushing the boat out into the water and hopping in with a grunt.

He unfurled the mast and let it catch the breeze.

"I be not seein' the school from this angle before," he said after they had sailed a bit away from the island. "It be quite the pretty patch o' land."

He turned to Angela and D'anna. "The seas be not too rough fer ye?"

Angela's stomach is spinning just a little bit, but it's not too bad. "I'm good, mostly. I guess you get used to this after so long, huh?"

Barbossa nodded. "Ye do. Took me a bit t' adjust to the world not movin' up 'n down when I first came t' school."

Angela grins. "Yeah, earth is pretty stable. And about school -- how did you end up running the radio station? That seems kind of random for somebody from your time, even though it's great."

Barbossa frowned. "I don't rightly remember. One of Logan-who-used-t'be-a-bunny's earlier roomates--he disappeared early, when it was a much more common-type thing--had a bit o' a knack wit' machinary 'n helped me set it up."

He gave Angela a conspiratorial wink. "I've always been a mite attracted t' not precisely followin' the rules 'n pokin' at countries 'n people wit' an overinflated sense o' their own importance. Since I can't exactly go around pillagin' people o' their silver 'n gold, I figgered mockin' 'em where the rest o' the school can hear'll have t'do me."

Angela snorts. "You sound like a piratey version of the journalism teacher," she says. "He's definitely into tearing down the powerful. And, um, thanks for not pillaging us."

Her stomach beginning to settle, she leans back. The late fall sun is almost hot on her face.

"So what do you miss most about being a pirate?"

"I think he 'n I would get along fine," Barbossa said with a smile. "I be thinkin' o' takin' his class next semester, as it happens. D'ye recommend it?"

He turned his face into the wind and let the salt water mist spray him. "I miss this," he said. "The sea, the movement. Seein' places 'n things that no one else be seein'. The battles be glorious, the treasure be temptin', the wenches be invitin', but it's the sea that calls ye. It gets into yer blood."

"It's a really neat class," Angela says. "I mean, he works us hard, but ... I'm going to take something with him again next term if I possibly can."

She is quiet for a moment, watching Barbossa in his element, seeming absolutely at peace.

"I can understand that," she says, quietly. Then: "Do you have any really good stories about being a pirate that I should put in the article?"

Barbossa laughed. "I be havin' lots o' stories. Most of 'em be not fit fer publication."

He shifted the rudder and the boat turned, following the coastline.

"Let me see. Thar were a time we were huntin' fer this lost treasure of Cortez--the explorer. We'd just sunk a Spanish ship headin' off fer Madrid wit' all the gold they could steal from South America, so we felt morally obligated t'take it back, keep it closer t'home like." Barbossa wiped his face with his sleeve. "So the Cap'n sent us out on what turned into a wild goose chase around most o' the West Indies. Ended up wit' half the crew stagin' a mutiny 'n bein' left on a deserted isle."

He grinned. "First rule o' piracy. If ye be stagin' a mutiny, be damned sure most o' the crew be wit' ye. And as we be generally a group o' lyin' bastards, double check. Or blackmail. Because askin' nicely jes' be not goin' t' cut it."

"So did you go along with the mutiny, or what?" Angela asks. "I mean, it sounds like it must have been scary either way."

"I be havin' no interest in becomin' governor o' a little spit o' land in the middle o' nowhere," Barbossa said. "Besides, the mutiny was bein' planned by one o' the stupidest people I ever be knowin'." He winked. "And I be includin' the lovely 'n misguided Mizz Paige on that list, too."

He shrugged. "I be but a cabin boy at the time, in any event, 'n though I be everywhere 'n hear everythin', no one be thinkin' about askin' me t' join in one way or t' other." He gave the girls a wicked smile. "So I be tellin' the Cap'n the plan, which he already be knowin' in any event, on account of the planner bein' dumber than paint, and I be stayin' on the ship while they be walkin' the plank."

He wrinkled his nose. "Never did find that treasure, though. I might look fer it meself when I be gettin' a bit older."

"That sounds like the best way anyone could handle it," Angela says, squinting at her list of questions.

"Okay, um, what are your favorite and least favorite things about life at Fandom High?"

"Favorite things?" Barbossa laughed. "The people. I be meetin' witches, spacemen and people from other planets. No one ever be believin' me. I be workin' with some incredibly talented-like radio folks. I be lovin' gettin' t'broadcast me thoughts."

He paused. "Zombies be not me favorite things. Or people wit' no sense o' humor about themselves. Or vampires who be tryin' t' eat people in me house." He glared. "That be very much not a favorite thing."

"I forgot -- you're one of Logan-who-used-t' -- Logan Echolls' housemates, aren't you? I'm friends with him and Rory." Angela pulls her sweater more tightly around her, as though the autumn sunshine has lost its warmth. "That was ... not my favorite thing, either. I'm just glad they're okay."

Barbossa nodded. "I be mighty grateful, too." He stared out to sea for a while.

"New topic, then?" he said. "What else d'ye have t'ask me from in that notebook o' yers?"

Angela runs her finger down the list of questions. "We covered a lot of it," she says. "I guess ... what do you want to do after you leave school?"

"Go back t' the sea," Barbossa replied promptly. "A bit smarter than I be before I came here, I'd like t'think. Become a cap'n of a ship a mite bigger than this one." He laughed. "Become a name t'be reckoned wit' in the West Indies. Find a buried treasure 'n be rich beyond reckonin'."

Angela smiles. "Sounds way more interesting than what I'll probably do. Good luck on all of that."

She closes her notebook. "I think I have enough to write my story. Thanks for taking me out on your ship -- it's really nice to be on the water."

"It be a pleasure t'have ye both on board," Barbossa replied.

"D'anna, be ye wantin' t'take some pictures out here before we be sailin' back into harbor?"

~~That be an excellent idea Capt'n, argh and curse my scurvy need for sleep~~ D'anna had snapped a few pictures of the ocean and island as the interview had gone on, but a few more of Barbossa would be a good idea.

"Sure." D'anna hefted her camera and clicked away. "This was a really nice way to end the day. Cold, but nice."

"I be glad t'hear it," Barbossa said with a smile, guiding the boat close to the shore again.

He hopped out and dragged it in close to the shore.

"Ye be welcome on the Heidy Ho III any time."

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