From the Docks to the Lighthouse, Wednesday

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The Lucretia docked in the morning, and it took most of the time before noon to unload Tully, Twain, and his boat. Tully was the easy part of course. Years on the run had gotten him in the habit of packing light.

With a wistful sigh, Tully patted the hull of the Lucretia before it pulled back out into the bay. Then he turned towards the island.

He'd seen the castle from the deck, but at the time the chores of pulling into port had his full attention. Now he could fully boggle.

"A castle. Cleopatra sent us to an island with a castle."

Twain snorted. He didn't care if there was a castle, he was not going to be doing any jousting.

Tully shook his head and lead Twain off the docks to the street. "She's got a weird sense of humor all right, but I'm already a cowboy and a sailor and a lighthouse keeper. I'll be damned if I'm gonna be some kinda knight."

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The last seafarin' type of person Barbossa had run into had been Jack Sparrow, so he was a mite suspicious of the newcomer as he tromped past from working on his stolen completely legitimately procured yacht.

"Ahoy," he said cautiously.

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Tully blinked in surprise. Either there had been something extra in that last drink or there was some kind of theme restaurant in town.

Or this guy was just weird.

"Hi." he said, just as cautiously.

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"Be ye new here?" Barbossa asked. "I be naught recognizin' yer face."

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Holy cow he had the accent and everything. "Yeah I just arrived this morning. Tully Mars, nice to meet you." Even if you are a weirdo. Tully knew lots of weirdos.

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"I be Cap'n Barbossa," Barbossa replied, holding out a grubby hand. "I be runnin' the radio station in town."

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Tully shook the man's hand. That, was not expected. Radio Station? "I'm taking over the lighthouse. Pirate radio?" he guessed. He kept all sense of irony out of his voice.

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"Would I be runnin' any other kind?" Barbossa replied, giving the man a toothy smile.

Lucky Tully. Really.

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"No I guess not." Tully said agreeably. "Are there many pirates on the island?"

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"I be th' only one," Barbossa said. "The squirrels merely be immitatin' me."

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Deeeefinitely a nutjob then. Tully had met eccentrics before but this guy took the cake. Still, practice helped him keep his tone even and natural.

"With the whole burying nuts thing?" he asked. Hey he just arrived, it was a reasonable question.

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"I be not that acquainted wit' other people's nuts," Barbossa informed him loftily.

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"I'm pretty sure that's not the kind of nuts I meant." He wasn't sure though. He didn't want to assume what kind of nuts a guy like this meant.

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"If ye can't remember what ye were talkin' about, ye should probably cut back on th' rum," Barbossa told him. "'n give it t' me fer safekeepin'."

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Tully grinned. "I'll keep that in mind." he agreed. "I do suspect that someone slipped some into my coffee this morning."

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Barbossa nodded. "It do be known t' happen."