Jack Sparrow
Captain
Giddy Fortune's furious fickle wheel,
That goddess blind,
That stands upon the rolling restless stone.
--William Shakespeare, Henry V
Captain Jack Sparrow's eyes fluttered open. He attempted to sit up, but found he could not. Furrowing his brow, he tried once more, then looked to his right and left. He was, it seemed, tied spreadeagle to a table, his wrists and ankles securely fastened. Lifting his head to look down at said ankles, the pirate noticed that in addition to this rather uncomforable position, all his clothes were gone, and only a thin towel covered his loins.
"Well this is...embarrassing," he said aloud to no one in particular. "I do hope this is merely the after-effects of a very good time, and not something entirely more sinister."
A whirring sound from above Jack's head caused him to try to crane his neck. "Waiter," said Jack, "I'll have one of whatever it is your blending, please, and be so good as to loosen the rather intricate knotwork, there's a good fellow."
The figure that had been behind Jack now stepped around him to stand alongside the wooden table. Light winked off of it's metal frame, and Jack saw the figure revealed as a modified 21-B medical droid.
"How much blood is in your body, Mister Sparrow?" intoned the droid darkly.
"Captain," corrected Jack, "not Mister. And as to how much blood, just enough, thank you for asking." The pirate grew a bit concerned. "May I enquire as to the nature of the question?"
In response, the droid held up it right hand, which revealed that the whirring had come from a spinning saw blade, which now descended towards the pirate's chest.
@[member="Haven Pryde"]
That goddess blind,
That stands upon the rolling restless stone.
--William Shakespeare, Henry V
Captain Jack Sparrow's eyes fluttered open. He attempted to sit up, but found he could not. Furrowing his brow, he tried once more, then looked to his right and left. He was, it seemed, tied spreadeagle to a table, his wrists and ankles securely fastened. Lifting his head to look down at said ankles, the pirate noticed that in addition to this rather uncomforable position, all his clothes were gone, and only a thin towel covered his loins.
"Well this is...embarrassing," he said aloud to no one in particular. "I do hope this is merely the after-effects of a very good time, and not something entirely more sinister."
A whirring sound from above Jack's head caused him to try to crane his neck. "Waiter," said Jack, "I'll have one of whatever it is your blending, please, and be so good as to loosen the rather intricate knotwork, there's a good fellow."
The figure that had been behind Jack now stepped around him to stand alongside the wooden table. Light winked off of it's metal frame, and Jack saw the figure revealed as a modified 21-B medical droid.
"How much blood is in your body, Mister Sparrow?" intoned the droid darkly.
"Captain," corrected Jack, "not Mister. And as to how much blood, just enough, thank you for asking." The pirate grew a bit concerned. "May I enquire as to the nature of the question?"
In response, the droid held up it right hand, which revealed that the whirring had come from a spinning saw blade, which now descended towards the pirate's chest.
@[member="Haven Pryde"]