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Post by Jacksblackpearl on Aug 9, 2006 9:45:58 GMT
"Aye...well.. let us not be the one to trek aan het kortste eindje of the string'
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Post by Jacky on Aug 9, 2006 9:48:33 GMT
I nod, "Yknow, after we have Jimmy back I'll be making some people eunuch." I grumble.
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Post by Jacksblackpearl on Aug 9, 2006 9:51:47 GMT
"I actually did that once !" I grin
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Post by Jacky on Aug 9, 2006 10:01:25 GMT
I stare at him. "...Who!?" I giggle.
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Post by Jacksblackpearl on Aug 12, 2006 19:02:29 GMT
"oh some guy from the navy, Lord Cutler Beckett' I grin, thinking back about it
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Post by Jacky on Aug 12, 2006 19:44:45 GMT
"And you eunuch-ism-ed him?" I smirk, "I thought I was the only one doing that"  |
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Post by Jacksblackpearl on Aug 19, 2006 17:09:35 GMT
I smirk 'I had my tools' |
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Post by Jacky on Aug 20, 2006 10:15:56 GMT
"Stop talking or I won't ever look at you again." I warn him  |
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Post by Jacksblackpearl on Aug 20, 2006 10:20:40 GMT
I smirk 'oh alrigh' missy'
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Post by Jacky on Aug 23, 2006 7:33:47 GMT
"Shush." I warn him, and with a smirk I go over to the railing to see whether I can see Cuba yet.
I feel mixed up. Part of me is grieving about what happened, and more than anything I just want to have my son back.. but then I'm smirking and giggling over Jack's jokes even now, and I feel like I'm betraying li'll Jimmy with that. I don't know *how* to act right now, and that scares me to death.
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