5 bottles of rum...

[notwoutmyhat.livejournal.com]

.... I can FLY!!!! .... As can my rum. MY RUM IS FLYING AWAY. COME BACK, RUM! WAUGH!

... little 'elp, please....? [flails about in midair ineffectually]

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[lifeandliesof.livejournal.com]

Ah... [headtilt]

Of course.

[takes out his wand and waves this gentleman down to the floor]

[notwoutmyhat.livejournal.com]

[THUD. ... somehow has the dumb luck/amazing coordination to catch the rum]

Ah! .... [beams!] Thanks very much, mate! ... 'Ere, how did you do that? [peeeeer]

[lifeandliesof.livejournal.com]

[offers a hand pleasantly, to help him up]

Terribly sorry about that; should have seen to it that you had a smoother landing.

Ah. [beams right back, and waves his wand a bit] It was magic.

[notwoutmyhat.livejournal.com]

Magic, ey? .... [gets up, a bit wobbly, but that's Jack and his land-legs] Fancy that. [shakes his hand while he's got it. never mind if it's the right hand] Cap'nJackSparrow.

[lifeandliesof.livejournal.com]

[it's not the right hand, but oh well! :D shakes it right back]

A pleasure to meet you, Captain Jack. I am Albus Dumbledore.

[eyes his wobbly legs |D] Missing, the seas, are you?

[notwoutmyhat.livejournal.com]

Albus! Fine name, that. Bit sea-birdish. [grins lopsidedly] I am, ac'shully. Quite a bit. ... I 'eard tell there's some sort've beachish fing about .... any idea which general direction it's in?

[lifeandliesof.livejournal.com]

[grin] Why, thank you. It does call to mind an albatross.

Would you be speaking of the lake? It is not too far outside.

[notwoutmyhat.livejournal.com]

Lake's a bit small, mate. ... I 'eard about a beach, though. .... Sounded like 'oever was talkin' bout it said it was indoors.

Makes no earthly sense, that. Maybe I was imaginin' fings.

[lifeandliesof.livejournal.com]

Ah! The Sunshine Room, you mean. How dense of me. Yes, I do believe it really does exist; you can find the entrance on the tenth floor. Only on a Tuesday and Thursday, I'm afraid.

[notwoutmyhat.livejournal.com]

Sunshine room. .... Don'cha think they'd be better off callin' it The Weird Room Wif A Beach Innit?

[lifeandliesof.livejournal.com]

It certainly would get straight to the point and decrease the element of confusion. Mmm, but I think it is so named because it is always sunny.

[notwoutmyhat.livejournal.com]

About as original as a man I knew who lost 'is right 'and. [dryly] Everyone called 'im Lefty.

[lifeandliesof.livejournal.com]

[absently takes out a couple of lemon drops and offers Jack one]

Poor fellow. No right hand, and saddled with a name like that. How did he lose the hand?

[fieriest.livejournal.com]

[ he's nearby, arms crossed and head tilted back in laughter. ]

[notwoutmyhat.livejournal.com]

.... [pauses in chasing his rum to shift his eyes over to him, slowly, unimpressed]

Last I checked, mate, that wasn' exactly under th' definition of 'help'.

[onlyanapple.livejournal.com]

[Oh, yey, it's the hot pirate!]

What do you precisely want me to save? You or the rum?

[notwoutmyhat.livejournal.com]

Oh, sure, mate, ask the HARD questions! [FLAIL!]

[onlyanapple.livejournal.com]

It's a real conundrum. [Reaches up to grab Jack's foot] What if I steered your towards the rum?

[notwoutmyhat.livejournal.com]

[conundRUM. OH CROWLEY, hahahahahahaa] .... You know, mate, that just might work.

[onlyanapple.livejournal.com]

[He kills him XD] Of course it will work, it's one of my fantastic plans. [Plus he can enjoy the view >> and off he goes, steering Jack towards his rum by his foot]

[notwoutmyhat.livejournal.com]

I feel oddly like a kite. Or a rudder. Or a sail. Or somefin' which perpetuates motion by steerage. [nab!] AHAH! .... Thanks very much, mate. .... [swig]

Say. .... 'Ow is it that you, fortuitous bein' that you are, 'appen to 'ave both feet firmly on old terra... [redundancy. oops. OH WELL]... firma?

[valaunbound]

I'll think about helping you, when you tell me why that clock did precisely nothing, except make Daniel think I'd lost the plot.

[notwoutmyhat.livejournal.com]

Clock? What cl--- OH! Oh! That clock! Um. .... Er. [flails for the rum, ineffectually. only manages to drift a little closer to Vala instead] Um.

It ... well, funny thing, that compass, it ... sometimes it points to the means instead've the end, y'know? Like ... like scavengin'....

[valaunbound]

So I went to the trouble of heaving a huge clock up several floors, for it to be the most obscure cryptic clue I've ever come across? And you knew this was a possibility but in your infinite wisdom chose to leave that part out?

Enjoy floating about Jack, it won't last forever. [grabs the rum and flounces off]

[notwoutmyhat.livejournal.com]

Now looky here, Vala, I don' allus know what it's gonn----- [and his rum is GONE. AGAINNNNNNNNN]

OI! [attempts to swim through the air after her]