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Floaty, eh? Much like water?

Now I wish I had joined you! I could use some time off land. Just the thought of sailing through the stars seems quite delightful but bumpy. Probably would be a rough voyage but nothing I couldn't handle.

Traveling from the Caribbean all the way cross the Pacific to Singapore was difficult but not impossible! Made it to Singapore in just six moons. That's a record, mate! Usually it takes eight but the Black Pearl is the fastest vessel ever to set sail.

[His brows knits together once Odin speak of murder. This sparkly fop can't be serious.]

You're not going to be killin' anyone, lad! You're no pirate, so leave the swashbuckling to us experts. Besides, there's other fish in the water. Both metaphorically and literally.

You'll find the one, sparky. It just takes time.

[Jack blinks his eyes quite a bit once he reads Odin's latest response. Goodness, the young men of this day and age are rather...forward. The pirate chuckles quite a bit. With no fear of the Church weighing down upon these lads, Sparrow realizes this is the "second" time a bloke confessed the urge to "do" him.

The ladies are usually the first to confess such lewd truth but this time around, the blokes been upstaging them. Not that Jack minds, of course.

If anything, he's amused.]

Careful, you might give me a few ideas, mate. Some lewd and others much lewder, that's for certain.

[Sleeping with desperate sailors would be all fine and dandy if half them blokes were handsome. The handsome ones are a bit of rarity in this line of work but Jack would love to seduce one of those handsome navy fellas.

Mmhmm, yes.]

For your information, the plumbing works just the same but minor cosmetic changes if you will----

[He pauses briefly in mind text.]

Wait, there's a man in this city with TWO?!

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We don't actually get to fly the dumb space ship we're dumbly stuck on. We just sit in this big shuttle without any gravity to keep us company and we have relationship drama that gets broadcasted across every television screen in the United States. 'Cause we're on this thing called a reality show which is-- I guess, like, a type of theatre production for modern technology? I don't know. Modern entertainment is weird. We didn't have TVs in my world. Everyone up here has just been drinking a lot and yelling at each other about inconsequential stuff. I keep punching my friend Peter in the ribs, because I love him very much and it's fun to be mean to him. But. You're probably having more fun down there than we are up here. Don't be too jealous. The Black Pearl, though... ugh. Once again, I'm awash in a sea of golden, deific envy. Is deific a word? Like, deity-ish? I think it is. Yeah... yeah, it's totally a word. It's a word that describes me, as I'm basically a God, due to how cool I am. Obviously. The envy I feel directed at your handsome and charming self is envy of such a grand scale, it's suitable only for a God. I wish I had a cool boat!!!! I rode my friend's wyvern once? She tried to kill me. Did you have wyverns in your boat world? Actually, don't answer that. I don't care. Bottom line: You're a beautiful human being and the more I learn about you the more I want to be close to you in a way all others will be jealous of. Deifically. Hang out with me when I'm back! It's on the 9th! I'll be back on earth on the 9th!!!!

[ He reads over Jack's encouragement, telling him to keep hope out for the one, and any other time he'd launch into some giant diatribe about how he's a dARK SHADOWY GLITTER-BEAST OF THE ELDRITCH UNKNOWN WHO NEEDS NOT WAIT FOR LOVE, AS LOVE WILL COME TO HIM IN HIS GOLDEN, BRILLIANT WAYS, but. Instead he just feels a little sad. ]

I just wanted him. But whatever. I won't kill him. I guess. Thank you. You're kind. I hate that you're kind? You're handsome, you sparkle, you've got a really fast boat and you're kind. Ugh. Stop being perfect. Wait. Wait, wait. Wait, take a photo of the cosmetic changes! I wanna see your merman dick in all it's malleable, aquatic glory! I wanna see every inch of that thing! And also your ass? How does that work? Oh man! The chiseled, masculine curves of that piscine ass! The muscles of your human hips, blending seamlessly with that sparkly, beautiful tail! It's the kind of thing I write stories about. Oh, man. The things you could do with that body. But-- no. I'm getting carried away! There's time to ask about your ass later. Cosmetic changes, cosmetic changes. Show me! Whip it out, you son of a

[ Wait. Odin pauses. Wait, wait, wait. He literally JUST got yelled at for sending nude photos of himself to people on the network. He's gotta stop hooking up with hot dudes with strong looks. Odin puts his head in his hand and sighs. Now that he's reaching celebrity status because of this whole national-reality-TV-star-in-space situation he's got going on, he should probably be slightly more discerning about the dicks in his life? Probably. ]

Sorry. Sorry for wanting your fish-dick. It's okay. Nevermind. I'll continue to live alone, in this merman-dick-less world I'm stranded in. Forever. Awash in a sea of heartache and blue balls. Forget this entire part of the conversation. Just skate on past it. It's fine. I GUESS. And yeah! Jonathan Walsh. When I get back from space, I'm totally gonna drown my heartache over being rejected on national television by hooking up with a bunch of dudes. He's totally on the list. Two dicks. Two. Jack Sparrow, Pirate Lord of the Caribbean. The man has two dicks. I'm totally gonna put my dumb single lonely dong in his dumb butt and just give him a thumbs up the whole time we get down, like, "Woah! Look at them. Look what you've got down there! Good job!" It's gonna be great.

You're stuck upon a ship you can't sail yourself? Bleh! Not my cup of rum if you ask me. There would've been a mutiny on there, I assure you. I would make myself "captain" and set sail to the unknowns with you scurvy lovesick sea slugs as my crew!

Space Pirates. Imagine that, mate?

[Jack has a new goal in life. He wants to go beyond the stars and time itself. Desperately he chased the horizon since his youth in search of meaning and scarcely did he ever find his answers out there. The sea is a cruel and unforgiving mistress, one that tempts you with false promises and whispers lies. Jack is eternally in love with the sea and the freedom she offers but his eyes turn upward now towards the unknowns.

He has the "Star People" to blame for that. Jack is obsessed with knowing what lies beyond this little pitiful earth.]

Likened to a deity, eh? Your claims or others? I would imagine being a "god" would be hard work but with immortality on your side, anything would be possible. Though, I doubt I would like the responsibility of one.

[He only desires to be "free" but what freedom means to Jack varies from most.]

Odin. Odin.

...

ODIN!

[He breathes in deep and just sighs. This lad gets so worked up over everything! To Jack, it's like texting to a lewd hyperactive little monkey. A rather horny one, he might add. Must be the follies of youth. Odin seems as young as William but born with a lot less sense than the blacksmith.

Where's your "sense of propriety", lad? You're no pirate!]

You know nothing of the "art of amour", lad. Not the least bit about seduction or attraction. If you mean to woo, you must not "beg" but rather "entice". I'll teach you someday.

[Why take this fool under his metaphorical wing? Who knows at this point. Jack might actually somewhat appreciate the lad's enthusiasm some.]

Aye, aye! The ninth is marked upon my calendar. Just try to stay out of trouble! You know, the trouble that would come from you killin' your former beau.

[A slight pause.]

Jonathan Walsh, eh? That's a name I certainly won't forget. Now, now! Behave yourself, lad!

Don't be stickin' that pole into too many holes before we meet. You might catch the rot!

I'm thinking about dressing up as a woman and disguising myself as some kind of badass intruder on the shuttle. I could kick through the airlock from the outside and say I've arrived on the ship as a secret contestant. But now you're making me think I should tap into this whole space pirate vibe? I could be an elegant and beautiful pirate warrior woman with a love of power and a penchant for sadism. I could bust through the shuttle and scream that I'm a scout for my crew, tie up all my friends and tell them they're hostages and that I'm going to fire them out into space if I don't get a million dollars from the US government. Maybe... Maybe I'll do that. Be sure to catch the show next week, okay?

[ Odin can understand having a traveler's heart. He's been in... countless worlds, countless nations and cities and villagers, and he's long since felt as if he's had a home. Even America, placed on top of this cramped and tiny earth and filled with so many imports he's grown close to, feels, on some level, only temporary. He'd like to set up roots, but it's not who he is. Maybe one day that'll change, but for now, wanting to see beyond the stars is why he signed up for this shuttle adventure in the first place. ]

Definitely everyone else's claim. Everyone thinks I'm a God. Because I am one. I'm totally a God. You might think I'm not, but don't listen to that side of you. That's just... your sense of disbelief, struggling to handle the pure and charismatic power given form in front of you. I, Odin Dark, am brilliant and angelic, loved and worshiped by all. Wait. No, wait. I'm brilliant and demonic, feared and worshiped by all. That's way cooler. Wait. Wait. ... I'm both. A god has many faces. Many of them contradictory.

[ nailed it. ]

I'm being scolded by the hot merman. Ugh. I'm also actually super duper amazing and great when it comes to being all alluring and stuff, actually. I can wax poetic like nobody's business, son! Remind me when we hang out, okay? I'll whisper sweet nothings into your ear and serenade you with tales of my bravery and about how I would be willing to bear the wrathful tides of the sea and scale the heights of any mountain and fall through the depths of the darkest forests just to catch a glimpse of your light. Actually-- wait, wait. Here. Jack Sparrow. You, to me, are the sun. A noble, warm warmth, dazzling in your brilliance, cloaked in a radiance so overwhelming, I can barely stand to look at it. I am the moon - a pale imitation, a reflection of you, suspended alone in the darkness yet shining so beautifully at the mere thought of you. I would chart your name through the stars, if they would only lead me back to you. I would shed my blood, and my tears, if you would - in any way - find joy in my suffering. I would give you more than my body, my heart, my soul. I would give you my word - I would swear to you, on all that means something to me - That I would give to you the life you crave. Freedom. Peace. Joy. Love, lust, everything, everything you want, all the things you need. I would give to you every second of my life, every beat of my heart, If only you would ask this of me. AND THEN YOU'D SHOW ME YOUR DIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIICK. HAHAHAHA! GAHAHAHAHAHAHA

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