Captain. Captain Jack Sparrow

It must be confessed that Captain Jack Sparrow was not, strictly speaking, the most observant pirate in the history of the planet, but he was almost positive that he would have remember there being a poorly planned series of floating bricks set exactly at the height to knock his hat off when he left the radio station that day.

"Me hat!" he cried, reaching down to retrieve it. He underestimated his own height and clocked his head on the first brick as he stood up, and was sure he had imagined the annoyingly chirpy "PING!" sound that resonated.

But then all thoughts of annoyance fled from his mind.

"GOLD!" he cried joyfully as he saw what was on top of the brick. He smacked his head again. "MORE GOOOOOOOOLD!"

He raced off down the street waving his hat and banging his head into every piece of brick he saw. There was going to be one mightily concussed pirate come Monday.

Pirates are not ninjas and as such could certainly not sneak anywhere, which was why if Captain Jack Sparrow was trying to break into the school's office--and there were naught around who could say he was doing just that--it was via swings through trees from the radio (with ropes set up for just such an occasion. Ahem. Not that there was an occasion), an implausible catch from falling from the roof of the school and a very dramatic entrance through the (fortunately) open door.

The squirrels accompanying him applauded wildly, and he doffed his hat, then shushed them to silence.

"Where is this Mr. Moose I must--oh," he said, as he turned to see the moose staring at him. "I hear you like rum," he said, proffering a bottle. "Do we have an accord?"

Thirty minutes and some tweaking to the school's public address system later, Jack Sparrow--had he ever been there, which you can't prove, and if you can, well, you can be bribed--was gone.

[OOC: NFB, NFI, OOC welcome!]

Here's the schedule for radio tryouts, starting Monday, May 10. Please let me know if you need a different date or if I did something awesome like forget you or a day of the week, and apply for membership to the radio comm so we can get you hooked up with access! Good luck!

Monday, May 10: Lacey Burrows
Tuesday, May 11: Ashley Magnus Rose Hathaway
Wednesday, May 12: Faith Lehane Sookie Stackhouse & Bobby Drake
Thursday, May 13: Dimitri Belikov & Adrian Ivashkov
Friday, May 14: Dean & Sam Winchester
Saturday, May 15: Drake Dêmon
Sunday, May 16: Chuck Bass & Dan Humphrey
Monday, May 17: Sookie Stackhouse & Bobby Drake Faith Lehane
Tuesday, May 18: Rose Hathaway Ashley Magnus
Wednesday, May 19: Deadpool & Black Bolt
Thursday, May 20: Sara Stanley & Gabrielle
Friday, May 21: Ino Yamanaka & Reno of the Turks
Saturday, May 22: George Cooper & Barney Stinson
Sunday, May 23: Hawkeye Pierce

Let's see how many ways I find to misspell 'marooned' this summer, shall we?

( The syllabus )

( The teacher )

I'm also looking for a TA, so give me a shout if you're interested. Screening is on!

It wasn't unusual for their to be bottles of rum, bourbon and whiskey scattered throughout the radio station.

It also wasn't unusual for the pirate to be missing in action.

It was rather odd for Jack to have turned into a bottle of alcohol, a fact that he would have expounded upon for some length if he'd been able to talk.

Which he couldn't.

Strange, strange island.

"I must admit, mate," Jack told his guest, "you're not quite what I expected from someone named rum."

The man adjusted his tie and shrugged. "Is there anything to drink around here?" he asked.

"You were it," Jack replied, "but I think I could scrounge up some tequila that I don't like as much..."

"Do it."

It had taken the zombie that used to be Captain Jack Sparrow the better part of the night to unweb himself from the hallway, and then to assemble his army of squirrels.

"Nggggggggggh!" he told them, waving his arm around.

"Nghhh!" his tiny collection of zombie squirrels echoed.

"Ruuuuuuuum!" he concluded, eloquent zombie that he was. A thought occurred to him very, very slowly. "Braaaaains!"

The zombie squirrels let out a little squirrel-y cheer.

Now if they could only figure out how to open the door to get to the brains...

"Ye've reached Captain Jack Sparrow. I've found something far more entertaining to keep myself occupied with than sitting around waiting for your call, so leave a message, savvy?"