Name: Jack sparrow
Age: 23
Height: 5"6
Weight: 145
Bio: jack is a pirate who is well now, but maybe not so well liked. He was once captian of the black pearl. Unfortunately, he quite often gets himself into lots of trouble and loses his ship more than he's in control of it. He's highly feminine in a lot of ways, though many find it just a tad charming. He's not exactly mean like most pirates are expected to be, a clever man, though not creul. He is great a escaping even the most hopeless of situations. Luck often seems to be on his side. It's as if he's the main protagonist in a movie or something. But can he weasel his way out of his newest trouble, or will he be stuck as a slave?

The air was sweet and fragrant with the scent of magnolia and cherry blossom the day that Captain Jack Sparrow found himself a cast away once again. It might have seemed odd to the notorious pirate that both trees were in full bloom at the same time on this new and unfamilar island, since one was a springtime tree and the other bloomed in summer, primarily. It may have also seemed odd that the sounds on the islands were very odd. The birds too noticeable, the waves too quiet....

But whether or not he noticed this as he came to his senses, there was one thing that was very plain: two immaculatley tailored boots stood at his side while he lay in the sand. If he should chance to follow them up, he would see a pair of tight pants... an embroidered coat and an incredibly beautiful face framed by white but otherwise surrounded by a mass of red hair.

The person was posed with hands on hips and looking very quizzical down at him. Several long moments passed before Jack's impromptu companion kicked up a bit of sand into the unoccupied space to his side and said in a vague Russian accent,
"You do realize you are tresspassing, right?"

Jack looked up at a man who had to be an angel. He licked his lips as he looked at the tight pants that reveled the shape of the other pirates body. "Tresspassing? I hadn't an idea, love." he smirked and stood up next to the man. "Perhaps you'd tell me who's land I'm on and I'll be leaving." he tried his best to get out of trouble. Trespassing on a pirates land -knowing it or not- was not a thing one should do. It had punishments. He hoped to escape any that this handsome, beautiful man before him might plan to give. He knew if he over did the charms, he'd probably be executed, if he gave just the right amount, he'd get off Scott free. Then there was the chance that he'd not use enough charm and the man would simply decided to own him. Jack had been owned by a man once. It certainly wasn't very fun. He had to do chores and give many sexual favors. Being a slave was most definatly worse than being killed. Hell, if he was to become a slave, he'd put the bloody bullet in his own skull. Unfortunately he had no gun. "So, I'll just be going mate." he stepped towards the ocean. He was sure he could probably swim as far as an island he could see out in the water. He wondered if maybe this man might stop him from his escape.

When Jack stood, it became noticeable that his new aquaintance was several inches taller than he was, though more slight of frame. The man watched and listened with amusement how the Pirate Captain attempted to weasle his way out of the situation he found himself in.

The strange sound exchange lingered and even the waves seemed a bit less than realistic. In fact, if one were to watch long enough, once in a while they would see the rhythm of the waves made a definite pattern, to the same tune of a record repeating itself on only a portion of a song.

So, while Jack attempted to make his way out into the ocean, the island's owner took several moments watching the rhythm of the waves and kicking at the sand beneath his feet until it became obvious to Sparrow that he was indeed making no progress.

"Do you plan on trying that all day?" The red-topped gent asked, cocking his head to the side and sending his incredibly long, lose locks tumbling in the wind. "I suppose that I could leave you to your business, if you prefer - though I have to warn you that you'll never leave my island that way..." He let his last words linger tantalizingly, hoping to draw the Captain's attention back to himself.

Jack groaned as he tried over and over, only succeeding in getting himself soaking wet. What was with these waves? They repeated in a rhythm that prevented his escape. He tried once more and was yanked under the water, then thrown right back on the shore. He wanted to pitch a bloody fit, and he did. He kicked sand out at the water. He screamed and cursed and then sat down to pout. "Damn it...I'm acting like Elizibeth Swan.." he murmured.

Jack's head whipped around so fast his neck poped. He rubbed it gently as that hurt just a bit. "Another way to get off of your island you say? Couldn't you tell me how I might get off?" he knew he was SO going to be asked to give something in return, and Jack wasn't very sure if he had very much to give in exchange. He needed to get out of these filthy, wet clothes as well, but he dared not strip down in front of this man. Mostly for his own pride, but also because he didn't know this man. Pirates often went years without laying eyes on a woman. If this man was as sex deprived as a lot of the guys on Jack's old ship, then stripping down would get him raped quicker than he could move. He shivered at such a thought. It was definatly best to leave the soaking clothes on. This guy was a few inches taller than Jack. He was pretty sure he be no match for this red headed god of a man wothout any sort of weapon. Jack stopped zoning out and looked at the guy one more time. He almost didn't care if the guy did anything he wanted to him. He did the damn stupidest thing he possibly could have.

Jack ripped the wet shirt from his body and slung it somewhere else on the sand. Then the pants. He left his undies on because...well...being naked would have been embarrassing. He may have been a pirate, but even he had shame. Jack laid back on the sand and closed his eyes, enjoying the warmth of the sun. "So, you gonna tell ke the way off or not? I ain't got all day lad." he knew being a smart ass wasn't going to help him one bit, but he knew he wasn't getting off of this island anyway. He didn't have a single thing to trade for his freedom:

The island's owner brought one of his delicate hands to his mouth to stifle a gigle at Jack Sparrow's display. He was so very random and spontanious that he ade his host wonder what he'd do next.

Afanassii cocked an eyebrow when his guest began stripping. His face showed amused puzzlement when he went to Jack's side. "Swann.... Swann... I know that name. Is this 'Elizabeth' a member of the Governor's household in Port Royal?" While he spoke, he reached down a hand to help the stranded pirate back to his swishy feet again.

"Why yes, I do believe she is. She was a part of my crew not long ago. she was a great pirate, despite that she was a woman." Jack smiled as he thought about the crazy lass. A noble, but a pirate. He took the hand and stood. He was a bit shocked that he'd gotten what he wanted so easily. Was this man really about to show him the way to escape the island? Jacl didn't want to get his hopes up, but it seemed luck was on his side. "So, where is this way off the island anyway? How are the waves just rolling in that same rhythm? That seems impossible!"

"You're right..."The owner nodded shortly, with a serious look on his face. "It does seem impossible... but it is merely improbable. But that's another matter entirely, really..." He began walking toward the more solid land of the island, just up the beach and he motioned for Jack to follow.

"For now, I'm afraid you're rather stuck here. Though as soon as the wind changes, I'll let you know." He nodded, looking back at the stranded Captain. "I'm afraid you'll have to take my word for it..."

He looked his captive up and down for one long moment and then shook his thoughts away, bringing a hand up to touch his forehead. "But neither of us really know each other yet, do we? I apologize - you had even asked me who's island this was earlier..."

He swept into a low and graceful bow, worthy of the courtiers in Europe. "I am Afanassii Abez'iana - Lord of Drusketa, Freeland." He stood again and clicked his tongue while squinting one eye in thought. "Though you would probably think of it as Russia... And who do I have the honor of meeting this day?" With the final question, Afanassii gave a charming smile and laid out a hand in Jack's direction, hoping to prompt his reply.

Jack smiled. "I'm Jack Sparrow. Captian Jack Sparrow. You're the ruler of Russia? That's quite a title!" he could only dream of running a whole nation like that. This man was obviously living that dream. "So, where can I stay on this island until the winds change? And hotels, bars, things of that sort?" Jack had lived a bar once before and could live doing so agian for just a short amount of time. This was probabaly the nicest pirate he'd ever met. It seemed...fishy..

Nassii lowered his heavy-lidded gaze down Jack's body for a moment while he listened. "I can't say I've heard of you as of yet. Though I am rather new to the area. I only know of the local governments in the carribean, I'm afraid...." It was a bit of a lie - something about this man's name rang a bell in him, but he couldn't quite be sure what it was.

He kept catching himself dragging his eyes along the contours of the Captain's exposed flesh. So, finally, he swallowed hard and looked away. "And, no, I am not the ruler of Russia..." He spoke, chuckling out loud between the words. He was happy to have another few topics to focus on to keep his mind off of the man in front of him. "Freeland is like Russia...." He said cryptically, not bothering to explain farther.

He bent to dig the heel of one of his boots out of a sand pit and then began to walk toward the center of the island once again. "I'm afraid my island is rather small and very private. It's only myself and a few servants here at the moment...."

A few minutes later they had reached a grassy area and a beautiful mansion could just be seen between trees in the distance. Nassii stretched out a hand in its direction. "But you are welcome to stay with me in the mean time..."

Jack felt odd as eyes ran over his body. Why was he being examined? He was more than a little confused. He followed the gentleman to his mansion and gasped at the splendor of the building. It was large and rather beautiful. "Servants you say? Hmm..." Jack wondered if maybe this man would like a bit more assistance around his large house. "I could help with something, you know, as payment for you letting me stay with you." he thought for a second. I'm a pretty good cook, if you need help preparing meals and such." he didn't want to stay here if he was useless. That would make him feel like a mootch. He stared at Nassii's backside as the man turned around. He bit his lip at the wonderful body this man had. It was wonderful really. He waited to reach out and touch him, but that would be far to akward.

Afanassii continued to walk towards his home and waved Jack's comments away. "Oh, no... It is no trouble, I assure you. Now that I see you wound up here on accident...."

He walked through the door and was greated by pimly dressed servants - a man and a woman who both eyed Jack curiously. Realizing that he hadn't the slightest idea what the Captain's situation might be, he turned to him while shrugging off his fur-lined coat to reveal a tight suit underneath. "How was it you came to be stranded on my island, again...?"

Jack practically drilled when he saw the tight suit Nassii wore under his coat. He supersede the urge to prss the other man to the wall and kiss him til he sofacated. "Huh? Oh, it was a munity. My crew threw me over board and I ended up here." he said with a frown as he thought of his horrid mates. It was bad enough to turn on a fellow pirate, but your own captian? Well that was just wrong! He looked at the servants and gave a small smile.

Afanassii gave a sympathetic look that was somewhere between a frown and a pout. "Sorry to hear it... If you ask me, there is nothing more important than honesty in the world and, of course, loyalty is a part of that."

He glanced at the maid who was standing by, holding his coat and waiting expectantly for orders. She was a sturdy woman, just old enough in years to start to have a touch of gray in her hair and she blinked placidly as he looked her over. Happy in knowing that the servants from the Abez'iana household were the most loyal around, he gave her a warm smile that set her to blushing and looking down at the marble-tiled floor.

A moment later, his eyes slid stealthily back to Jack and his all-too-apparent lack of clothing. He blushed himself and covered most of his fair face with one hand. "For now, I hope that you will consider yourself a guest here. I can have Serge and Sophia here draw you a bath and fetch you some fresh clothes?"

Jack smiled at the kind offer. "I'd like that very much if it's not any trouble." he smiled sweetly to both servants." It is nice to make your aquatinace." he said this with a low bow. He looked up at Afanssii. "It isn't any trouble is it? You know, me staying at your lovely place.." Jack didn't want to feel like a burden. His mind went back to the waves and the odd way in which they had moved. It didn't make sense and he was determined to find out the secret behind why they did that. It wasn't normal at all and seemed like someone was controlling the waves. He had tried so hard to swim out to sea, but the waves had always spat him back up on the shore. He didn't really mind so much now. He had a place to stay and people who were acctully kind to him. Everyone else he had trusted in had been so horrible in the end and had tossed him off hos own boat. He couldn't wait for vengeance agianst them all.

"It is no trouble...." Afanassii replied, shaking his head. In truth, it was reciprocal how much the two of them wanted Jack off the island. Nassii was worried that the sharp wit evident in the Captain's eyes might lead him to learning too much for his own good.

And Nassii had quite a few secrets to guard - especially here, on his private carribean island....

"Besides... what could I do? Leave you to sleep on the beach?" He joked, winking playfully at his new aquaintance with hopes that it would help relax the mood hanging about the foyer they stood in. He made a quick motion of his hand and the maid he had previously called 'Sophia' courtseyed quickly before ducking out of the room.

The butler, Serge, turned to Jack Sparrow and clicked his heels together. "This way, sir.... I shall see what we can do for you..." He spoke with a Russian accent much thicker than Afanassii's own. Serge pointed up a gilded staircase to the left that curved to a carpeted landing above and waited for Jack to comply.

Jacl followed serge up the stairs, but couldn't help but think that Afanssii seemed nervous. It was clear that Jacl was not quite wanted here and that the sooner he left the better. Obviously Nassii was hiding some things that he didn't want discovered. Jack could read people lke that. He decided to make sure he didn't snoop around this place. If Afanssii didn't want him to fond out the secrets, them Jack would let these things lie. He didn't want to get killed just because he was nosy. He didn't really know his host very well yet and didn't know if he was the kind who would kill anyone who found out some things that were meant to be kept a secret.


((this reminds me of a story called 'the most dangerous game' lol it has the island, the mansion, and the Russian accents. Lol have you ever read that story before?))

Serge performed his duty with very little interest in Jack - either his situation, desires or lack of clothing. He lead the way to a darkly drawn room with a mosaic of tiny tiles on the floor and a claw-footed tub in the center.

A band of blandly-dressed maids busied themselves adding perfume-infused soaps and oils to the water, which was drawn through an elaborite system of pipes. A moment later, Serge shut off the running water - something yet to be invented to this degree in the world - with a flick of his wrist to turn the knob of the plumbing to the right.

Sophia entered the room and smiled, placing a small pile of soft towels and a bath robe on a chair near the window as Serge threw open the thick curtains to reveal warm sunlight that resulted in a few of the girls startling and quickly leaving the room.

Maria chuckled at their distress and Serge shook his head. Nearly everyone in the house was a Sekassiret - a strange, spider-like race from Afanassii's homeworld. While they normally burn instantly from contact with the sun, the Abez'iana boy had redied several defenses to keep his tropical island truly a paradise - even for someone like himself. Serge and Maria knew about the boy's treasured devices and did not fear sunlight here as they did back in their homeworld.

Maria courtseyed and left the room with the rest of the maids as Serge turned back to Jack. He motioned lazily at the water. "Please, make yourself at home. We shall be giving you privacy for some time. When you finish, please come down to the library at the end of the hall, as I am sure Master Afanassii will have request of your presence..." He held his other arm out in the direction of the far wall, where a tasselled cord hung from a bell attached to the wall. "If you need anything, please ring the cord and someone will attend to your needs shortly. Do you have any qvestions?" He ran through the entire thing as if it had been a series of lines he had been forced to memorize many years ago and he had lost all interest in their meaning.


(( Never heard of it, I'm afraid. I'll have to google it... ))

Jack found it odd just how quick the girls had scurried out the instant the sunlight entered the room. They'd seemed almost afraid. Of coarse, the first thing that came to Jack's mind was Vampire. He shrugged it off, really not wishing to get involved.

"I don't belive I have any questions. Thank you for the bath."

Jack had said that very quietly. When Serge and
Maria were gone, he slipped off his boxers and lowered himself into the pleasantly warm water. He groaned in pleasure as his joints were soothed. He waged every part of his body really well. He had to wonder what it was that his host wanted to speak to him about. He hoped he wasn't in any sort of trouble with the man. When he was done with his bath, Jack dried of and put on the bathrobe. They hadn't given him any clothes, so he assumed that this was what Afanssii wanted him
To wear for the moment. He stepped into the library. "Yes?"

The Sekassiret gentleman was reclining in a plush chair reading a book, a glass of port by his side. He had been in the middle of taking a drink when his new guest waltzed into the room wearing only a bathrobe and, needless to say, he nearly resorted spritzed the room with the expensive wine - out his nose.

Taking only a moment to compose himself, he reached out one hand to ring a silver bell on an end table nearby, a vein in his forehead throbbing. After that was done, he rose to his feet and bowed his head a little. "I'm sorry... What you must think of us..." At that moment, several of the maids from before had entered the room and courtseyed, awaiting orders. He shot them a quick, annoyed look before turning back to Jack. "Why my staff had not fetched you some clothes, I'll never know... And after all your other trouble. I hope you can forgive this tresspass?"

Afanassii looked truly worried and sad, a bit of a pout playing on his bottom lip. A moment later and he might have made a right fool of himself, if it weren't for stoic Serge entering the room, his left arm laden with several suits of fine genlemen's clothes from the time period. He cleared his throat and waited for his master's attention to turn to him before saying, "I am sorry for the wait. It's my fault entirely. I had thought the gentleman would like to enjoy his bath a bit longer. ..." He turned to Jack and bowed deeply and went on. "If you'll follow me, I can lead you to your quarters and have you properly fitted..."

Jack smiled. "It's quite alright I assure you. I am truly sorry that I have to stay at your home. I don't want to be trouble." he bowed his head slightly. He liked it here, but felt like he might be invading Afanssii's personal space. This was, after all, his home. Jack looked at the poor maids scrambling all over the place. They seemed flustered as thier master expressed anger at them. "Aw, don't be angry with them." Jack said woth the faintest hint of a grin. He saw Sargent walk in and the larger butler took the blame for Jack's partial nudity. Jack just slowly shook his head. "Sure. I'll come to be fitted, but I thought that Afanssii had something to say to me. He requested that I meet him here." he turned to Afanssii. "Did you want to talk now? It's perfectly fine with me and the robe is very comfortable. Jack did indeed think that the robe was comfortable, but he also didn't really mind being half nude in front of Nassii. He was hitting on the man, though je did so in a light, remotely unnoticeable way. Eventually he'd flirt in much more forward way, but he wanted to get to know the man first. He actully liked him and didn't want to jump into something so quickly that it would end as quick as it started. He figured he'd ask a question that had been rattling in his brain ever since he had gotten in the tub. "Afanssii...are you all vampires?" he asked carefully. The thought of them being vampires was terrifying, yet cool. He didn't know about Sekassiret's, so he just assumed they were vamps

Afanassii claimed his chair again once Serge offered to help the situation. He took a swallow of his strong wine followed by a deep breath.

When his guest offered to talk in the bath robe, Nassii lifted an eyebrow for a moment, interested but unsure if he was serious. He kept Jack's gaze for a moment before shaking his head. After all, it would not be proper to entertain a guest in such a fashion. He was about to tell him so when he brought up the question as to whether the houshold were a group of undead bloodsuckers.

A few of the maids nearby gasped and chattered insidiously as they quickly left the room, closing the door behind them. A vein in the young lord's head twitched and he took a deep breath, looking down at the marble-tiled floor.

"What? Certainly not - I'll have you- " Serge began in a rather afronted way before Afanassii raised a hand to silence him. "No, Captain. I assure you. We are not vampires.." He chuckled a bit while he rose to his feet to stride across the room to stand next to Jack. He rolled his shoulders back one at a time in a rather serpentine way, putting on a little of his trademark seduction. "I can't say as though I blame you, though... Such a thought has crossed many minds when they meet an Abez'iana...." He put a hand gently upon Jack's shoulder, conveniently placed in such a way that one finger nestled just where the robe's collar fell away, leaving his bare skin exposed.

"I'm afraid my family would never forgive me if I neglected a guest." He motioned toward Serge who, still red in the face from insult, stood holding several fine embroiderd suits in the style of the day. "I know there are many peculiarities in and around my home. Once you have settled in and changed, I will speak with you about whatever you wish." He left the thought dangling, not knowing if Jack would choose to know more about the patterns of the waves or the strange appearances and mannerisms those in the manor had shown. But it was a chance he was willing to take. The Captain seemed just as curious as Afanassii was prone to be, himself. And the curiosity was returned. Afanassii was willing to give up... a few... of his secrets if he was able to learn about his guest in return.

Jack looked at Afanssii, turning red as his exposed skin was gently grazed by a single finger. This man was going to drove him insane with such seductive behavior. He noticed that Sargent was more than a bit angry by being called a vampire. Jack looked at the large butler. "I am sorry if I've insulted you. It's just..well..the fangs and the way those little maids scrammed the second sunlight came into the room. It seems kind of vampirish.." he stuffed and followed Sargent to get dressed. He was rather excited to come back and talk to Afanssii, so he hoped this wouldn't take an awfully long time. If they weren't vampires what were they? Jack knew they weren't human. They couldn't be human from the way they behaved. It was the maids that really seemed to be vampires.

The lord of the manor chuckled at Jack's words. "Oh, you noticed that, did you?" He dropped his hand slowly out toward the door and Serge took over, motioning for the guest to follow him up the grand stairway in the hall. "This way, please, sir...."

The grim-faced butler then made his way up the stairway, taking care not to lose the guest in the process. A single turn down the hall led him to a pair of ornate french doors which he drew aside and bowed, motioning for Jack to enter into the room first.

Beyond the gilded white doors lay an opulent suite which began with a small sitting area (with tea waiting) move past a soft, downy bed and off into a separate bathing and changing area in the back. "I apologize for not bringing you to your private quarters to bathe earlier, we had not yet made them ready for you, Sir."

After Jack entered, Serge crossed into the changing room and hung the suits on the rod in a standing wardrobe. Shortly threafter, Sophia entered and averted her eyes from their guest while she layed out a tray with tea, croissants and jam. Both handservants moved to stand by the door and Serge bowed once again. "I shall be leaving you. But should you need anything, please pull the cord as before..." With that, the two left Jack to try on the suits and pick his favorite.

((Serge is pronounced like 'Sir gay' with a rolled 'r' - just for reference... It sounds wrong but it is a legitimate name. ^.^

I'll leave the suit appearance up to you, unless you'd rather I describe them?))

(("Sir gay" is a cool name
Here is the suit I had in mind
))

Jack got dressed in his favorite of the suits and went back to the library. "I'm done dressing. Now do we talk?" he asked quietly. He felt really sexy in the clothes that had been given to him. They fit perfectly. He gazed at Afanssii, trying to see what the man might think of how Jack looked. He was glad Serge had left him. He wanted to be around
Afanssii alone, just because that made the mood if the room nice and private. "So...anything you want to ask me? I've got many questions for you."