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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.

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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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