Pirates of VMK: RPG

-As Jack/Sherlock continues playing his violin, he notices something rather odd about flies flying around the room. At first, they're all dispersed as he plays a regular scale, but he noticed that he played a wrong note once and the flies began to circle around each other for a second. He begins to play a backwards scale, seeing if his observations hold true. At first, the flies remain the same, but then they begin to circle perfectly syncronized, counter-clockwise-

(Whaaaaat? o.o)

-Nods- I know. So we need to bring up events that happened to him. ALOT of evidence will drive him thinking.

-Jack/Sherlock bursts through the door into the hallway, where the girls are talking-

Jack: Incredible. Using musical theory, I have created order... out of chaos...

-crazed smile and then he dashes back into his room, playing the backwards scale and watching the flies circle counter-clockwise in perfect syncronization-

-Looks at him and blinks blankly and walks in slowly behind him- Whaaaat?

-walks in after them-
"Dest, This is bad, Hes gone from not knowing anything at all... To.. Genius..

Jack: Here, when I play a regular scale,

-Jack/Sherlock plays a regular scale and the flies go back into disorder-

Jack: They're back to their natural selves. But when I play a reverse scale,

-Jack/Sherlock plays a reverse scale and the flies fly in unison-

Jack: The flies fly in perfect syncronization counter-clockwise. As such, I have created order out of chaos using the musial theory -crazed smile and he takes another sip of a liquid in a bottle-

That's not usually him.. -Looks at Twilight- Aye, this is getting bad.

-Looks back at Jack mouth opening and closing and tries to speak-

H...How..-How?

Through the musical theory phenomenon

-he keeps playing a backwards scale-

-looks at Destiny-
"Dont ask questions, We need Jack back.."

Excuse us one moment, "Sherlock".. -Runs out and grabs all his effects and runs back out-

Pintel! Ragetti!

-The two misfits turn from mugging a Navy Soldier and turn to see Destiny. Pintel smiles normally-

Pintel: 'Ello poppet! What do you need?

-the two walk over-

-Nods and grins but it fades some- Jack is not himself like he usually is.. -Hears a messed up note and I flinch a bit-

-The noise she heard was the sound of a gunshot, but a bit softer than a regular gunshot. Pintel and Ragetti flinch at the shot-

Rgaetti: Blimey... What's the captain been up to now?

Just play it right Sherlock!
-glares at Dest-
Hurry....

Anyways to speed this up, iI need you two to help me and Twilight, prove to Jack who he really is. If you do, I'll pay ya. -Smiles and starts backing up-

Pintel and Ragetti: We're in

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-Meanwhile, Jack/Sherlock sits in the dark of his room, fires his pistol at the wall, putting on various objects on the carbine of the pistol. He puts on a new one, loads the gun, and fires. The shot is softened only a little-

-Walks in slowly, putting hand on pistol just in case- Sherlock?

-Pintel and Ragetti sigh-

Pintel: Permission to enter the "armory"?

Jack: Granted

-Jack fires again at the wall as Pintel and Ragetti sigh and walk in-

-Looks at Jack/Sherlock- Why are you shooting at the wall?

Jack: I'm in the process of inventing a device that surpresses the sound of a gunshot!

-Jack/Sherlock fires again. The shot is softer a little again-

-Holds hands up some- Alright, mate, alright. May I talk to you some? -Looks at Pintel and Ragetti and nods-

-Jack/Sherlock looks up at Pintel and Ragetti-

Jack: Some of Lestrade's men I presume?

-Shakes head- No. My men, eh sorta.

-Sits down and sets down some of his effects and takes out his compass- Know what these are?

Jack: Yes. It's an average sea charter's compass, although this one is somehow special. By quick analysis, I can presume that it has been opened many many many times. The arrow doesn't point north, indicated by the sound of the dial refusing to point north.

-Jack/Sherlock looks down at the other effects-

Jack: The gun holds no additional shot or powder, indicated by the sleekness of the carbine, indicating that the owner of said pistol is waiting for the opportune moment to shoot. The sword is custom made. The blade use to be gleaming, but now it has dullen from various face offs and clashes that the owner has indured. The hat, stolen from a British noble who lost his hat in a cardgame, is probably the signature of the owner's appearance. Have I answered your question to the fullest, Pirate King?

-Blinks my eyes widened and looks at him- How did you know I was Pirate King...?

-Mutters: God, he's smart now.-