Former Study Hall [After sunset]

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With the power out in town, Barbossa needed to move the radio equipment to the school so that Lilly could do her broadcast tonight.

So he took many tree limbs that he just had, well, you know, lying around, strapped them together and made a rough approximation of a sled. He piled on as much of the sensitive radio equipment as he could without breaking anything, covered it with a tarp, and headed out of the Echolls' residence and towards the school, cursing all the way.

Pirates from the Caribbean and snow don't mix.

He unloaded the sleigh in the old study hall, took a generous swig of medicinal-type rum, and made another trip back and forth in the snow for the bare minimum of equipment and surveillance tapes music that Lilly would need for her broadcast tonight.

He then parked himself in the room, cranked up some actual music and waited until it was time for Lilly to arrive. No way he was leaving this kind of equipment unsupervised without a good lock on the door.

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Jake followed the sounds of "yo ho ho", hoping to find Barbossa at the origin. Although that new girl with the animals was possible as well. It was Barbossa, however. "Hey, roomie dude! Have a moment?"

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"Jake!" Barbossa put away his bottle of rum. "Fer ye, I always have a moment. What d' ye need?"

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Jake sat down and looked around. He took note of the tree branches. Just in case. "Well, it's for Music class. We're supposed to find someone to ask about their music so... What's your music like? I mean, where you're from and stuff?"

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Barbossa leaned back in his chair. "Thar be a lot of shanties, t'be sure," he said, gesturing at the radio. "Songs that sailors be singin' in order to stay on rhythm when haulin' ropes and such."

He grinned. "Songs about wenches 'n drinkin', too, but I be thinkin' that be fairly normal everywhere." He furrowed his brow in thought. "Lots o' pianoforte music, too, fer the people who be not pirates. Violin, cello, that sort o' thing." He shrugged. "I be more partial t' the pipes that the sailors be playin', meself."

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Jake pulled his notebook out of his laptop case and made notes. "So, uh, what's the music used for? Besides hauling ropes?"

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"On ship? Haulin' ropes, raisin' sails, lowerin' sails, rowin' in time--anythin' where ye need more than one person to be doin' somethin' at the same time as someone else." Barbossa snorted. "It be bad when ye be havin' a sailor wit' no sense o' rhythm at all. It be ruinin' everyone else's timin'."

He smiled. "Music also be used t' pass the time when ye be standin' watch and thar be no land in sight fer days. It be a sound t' remind yerself that ye be not alone in the world."

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Jake grinned. "Do you have singing as a part of the hiring process, then? To make sure your pirate's got rhythm?"

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Barbossa grinned back. "We really should, aye. But we be a little more concerned wit' things like 'can ye use a sword' and 'is that leg injury permanent' and 'how do ye think yer goin' t' help wit' no arms?'"

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"Well, I guess if they have really strong teeth..." Jake trailed off. "Anyway, thanks! I think I have enough now."

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Barbossa grinned. "Glad t' help!"