towerofanimus | [OPEN] There must be something I can craft

Characters: Captain Jack Sparrow and YOU. ~~Guest appearances by Larry the Creeper and Jack the Monkey~~.
Setting: Floor 84 - BLOCKS, BLOCKS EVERYWHERE.
Format: Starting with action, but I'll match you.
Summary: Jack's got this. Kind of. Maybe. It's alright so long as you've got a good weapon against Creepers and some tenacity. And inspiration. Being mildly crazy also helps, too. But that's irrelevant. Jack's getting himself a ship and nothing will stop him!
Warnings: Jack is his own warning. Also undead animal cruelty. Also, also creepers.

[Jack's got this. It's taken a while, really, and he's spent the better part of last week exploring this one and trying to figure it out. He hadn't been very happy to find most of the stuff he'd dug out had turned out to nothing upon exiting the floor.

And then there was the Incident.

Jack didn't like to talk about the Incident.]

Any sight of Larry, mate?

[Jack, the monkey, sat atop a pile of blocks, seemingly not very happy to be there at all. The pile of blocks could, under the right angle, look almost like the mast. Of a ship. Because this is totally a thing Jack is doing, yes. Because screw you Tower, he's going to get himself a goddamn ship even if you don't like it. If your character approaches, they'll find Jack working out with a shovel and blocks of dirt, setting out a preliminary design.

Approach at your own risk, lest you find yourself shoveling dirt for him, or being used for creeper bait.]

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[Jack stares a moment, before delivering the flattest tone:]

Son, you're doing it wrong.

[He sighs and saunters over, swaying side by side, so you don't know if he's gonna fall on his ass or if he's drunk or what.]

But the good news is that Captain Jack is here to set you straight.

[Oh no. He's definitely starting to get swept up in Jack's flow of things. Blinking curiously.]

I am? But it's worked out so far.

[Not angry just completely utterly confused now as to what this guy knows that he doesn't]

[RUN, NATSU, RUN.]

If it has it only means lady fortuna likes you, boy, but even so, she's a lady and ladies will eventually turn around and feed you to a giant sea beastie for the good of everyone else.

[Not like. He's talking from experience. Or anything.]

So you better be prepared.

[TOO LATE CAPN]

Lady who? And why feed me to a sea beast? I'd just kick its ass from the inside.

[Getting more and more confused.]

Prepared how?

[Jack sighs dramatically and approaches Natsu further, all but shoving a shovel into his hands.]

Clearly, we must begin training immediately.

[It's shoved in his hands so naturally he grabs it. Though he does light up at the word training.]

Oh shoulda said that from the start! So how's this gonna be good for my training?

Mate, don't you know how this works?

[Jack clicks his tongue.]

Less talking, more shoveling dirt.

[He points imperiously towards a hill.]

You won't get results if you stand here dillydallying about.

[Jack's about to be introduced to the fervor a DragonSlayer can demonstrate when presented with a purpose worth pursuing.]

Oh I get it. By digging up that whole thing I'll get stronger. Piece of cake!

[Just pray his shovel won't break or else he'll just have to blow up the hill like when using dynamite.]

[Jack is torn for a short moment, before he decides trolling trumps everything else.]

By digging up the whole thing and collecting every block, yes. Watch the technique, I won't tolerate sloppiness, mate, or it's the plank for you.

[Troll all the way. That's the troll way.]

That's piece of cake. I wreck buildings without even trying back home. A hill's nothing to worry about.

[He flexes his arm and charges at the hill with shovel slung over his shoulder...that poor piece of landscape is doomed. You murderer of hills!]

[The ultimate way to conquest, yes.]

Ah, to be young and foolish again.

[Jack sighs loudly. And then just sort of sits back at the base of Jack's tower of dirt, to watch Natsu work. He wonders if he should have warned him about the power cap in this floor... but then, where would the fun be in that?]

[Limitations only feed into his stubborness so even as he notices the weight behind his movements as he attacks the hill with reckless fervor, he only grits his teeth and tries harder. In a matter of minutes the shovel is almost half spent. At least there is a considerable dent in the hill in exchange.]

Stupid...hill's tougher than it looks...

[Jack the monkey drops to rest on Jack's shoulder, pulling a few strawberries from within the depths of his little clothing.]

Mmm, lacks technique, doesn't he?

[Jack nicked away a strawberry from the monkey - half eaten - and popped it into his mouth without a care, as he continued to watch Natsu struggle on his epic battle against the hill. Jack made a loud, chittering noise.]

[But he more than makes up for that with stubborness and tenacity. Unfortunataely the shovel snaps after double the ammount of blocks he's already dug up.]

Ah crap!

[Jack bounced over, looking entirely too cheerful.]

Ah! You're done with the warmup, eh? Excellent, excellent. Now you can start the main event.

[Ignore the monkey eating berries and hanging off his hair.]

[That's the first time someone's actually smiling after he broke something of theirs.]

Wait. That was supposed to happen?

[Jack grins.]

Well, of course. It's a training shovel. It goes away when you don't need it anymore. Honestly, boy, don't you know anything about how this world works?

[Who's talking out of his ass? Jack is talking out of his ass. Yup.]

It means you're ready for the next part of your training!

This world is new to me yeah. Stuff in my world doesn't break so easily. Not to mention it's less blocky.

[And who is going along with it. That's right it's this guy.]

Sweet! So what's next?!

The rest of the Tower is less blocky, lot more durable.

[Jack waves a hand dismissively.]

But that's not why we're here. We're here to make you better. Stronger.

[Jack casually pointed at another hill.]

Now go show that pesky mound how much it should fear your fists, boy.

[OPEN] There must be something I can craft

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