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[goodluckkobra]

It had been a perilous journey to Port Royale for Father Kobra Kincaid and now he finds himself very much out of his depth. Under the surface, port life is very different from the sort of society that he'd been raised in. Sure, there's the illusion of propriety, but they're so close to places with no moral compass at all. He fears that even here the morals are looser, as are corset strings, and he's never quite sure how to handle that.

On the one hand, it's his duty to show these people the right way and lead them on a good path, but on the other hand he knows that there are things he's not meant to notice or comment on, even when he can't help but notice them, from the drunk blacksmith to the crooked dockmaster. He really wasn't prepared for this, but then it feels wrong to focus on such trivial things when it's not uncommon to hear stories of pirates and plunder, loose women and killers.

It all brings into stark focus his own demons that he's fought with and he'd hoped that becoming a man of the cloth would take him away from them, but that doesn't seem to be the case.

Now, he can hear something going on at the docks from his small church and he wonders if he shouldn't go see what it is. If there are pirates again, he'll be no help in a sword fight, but he might be able to assist the wounded or help any women or children who might be in the area to safety. As he's warring with his own decision in the matter, he hears frantic footsteps on the roof and hurries outside to investigate.

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[leverages]

It isn't often that Captain Jack Sparrow goes out of his way to make a social call, certainly not one with so little profit in it for himself, but he supposes that just this once he might actually owe it to them. Will Turner and the future missus, that is. They did, after all, risk everything they had to save him from the noose, and somehow managed to hold off that bloodhound of a commodore Norrington long enough for him and the Pearl to make a clean escape (though with the loss of his Interceptor, it is not as though they have any craft as can catch his ship). And he has to admit a certain sense of amusement (and, perhaps, a fondness as well) at their tenacity, their invitation actually finding him in a timely fashion. So it is that he is risking his neck again to return to Port Royale.

In fact, the wedding of Elizabeth and Will is still some months off, and Jack isn't entirely certain it's in his best interests to sneak in an appearance for it; no doubt certain Royal Navy officers will be on high alert for his arrival. But it doesn't hurt to check things out ahead of time, just in case he decides to show up anyway, and at the very least he can visit the couple after and wish them well afterward.

Crouching low on the church rooftop, he glances in the direction of the docks, where there is still quite a stir of commotion about. He hasn't exactly been subtle, walking about the streets as nonchalant as you please, not even attempting to disguise himself. Of course, it was all part of his plan to start a ruckus down there so he might slip away and head on over to the church, where he can only presume Will and Elizabeth will wed. No one could possibly suspect his true intentions, after all, and with them all busy there, no one was around to spot him here-

-save for the man who has just run out of the church. Jack spots him from above, considering his next course of action. Certainly he does not expect any soldier to be up this way just yet, so the only one who might see him now is the priest, should he but turn around. However, it is not his intention to remain up here forever, but rather to venture inside the building, which is likely now empty. The man doesn't appear dangerous, nor are there a surprise arsenal of swords on his person (at least, he certainly hopes not, what would the odds be on that?) If he can just drop quietly down from the roof and slip soundlessly inside the church, he should be safe.

Like a cat, Jack creeps forward to the edge of the building, dropping over the edge and landing on the ground with a soft thud. Quickly he regains his footing and slips past the ajar door, but not without his coat snagging on the edge and pulling it along with a loud creaking noise. He winces, pressing himself against the wall, and waits to see if he's been discovered.

[goodluckkobra]

Not for a lack of trying, Kobra can't seem to find the source of the sound. He figures it must be some sort of wild animal when his own door creeks behind him and he turns with a start.

Just as he starts to step towards it, he realizes that he can make out some of the yelling from the docks. It's something about pirates and chickens that he supposes would make more sense if he could see what was going on. In any case, there's no way that pirates came here just to steal chickens and he's no use against a pirate, anyway, so he shakes his head and moves inside.

He shuts the door firmly behind him before he remembers the creek he'd heard. It was probably the wind, but then he can't help feeling a little spooked sometimes when he's alone in the drafty church, so he looks around for a moment, though perhaps not very carefully.

"Hello? Is anyone there?" The words are more to sooth his nerves than made with any expectation of an answer.