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Post by Jacky on Apr 14, 2006 20:53:07 GMT
Glad to know we have diverted our attention to another subject, I get up and fetch the globe and map again to bring those back to the cabin.
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Post by Hannah on Apr 14, 2006 20:54:41 GMT
I walk bellowdecks to the galley and wait there for him, putting some eatable things onto the table and sitting down on a bench
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Post by Jacky on Apr 14, 2006 20:56:51 GMT
I soon enter the galley as well, my stomach actually rumbling to make it's presence known.
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Post by Hannah on Apr 14, 2006 20:58:48 GMT
Now I actually found out there are a lot of hidden things i never knew about Jack Sparrow I kinda want to know them.
".. who tought ya to draw maps?" i ask him and cut some bread off
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Post by Jacky on Apr 14, 2006 21:00:14 GMT
I take a loaf of bread and something to put on it, "Why do ye wanna know?" I ask.
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Post by Hannah on Apr 14, 2006 21:01:38 GMT
I look at him ".. because it intrests me" i state and study his face. I kinda didnt expect that answer to be honest
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Post by Jacky on Apr 14, 2006 21:04:20 GMT
I munch the bread thoughtfully, my gaze lingering on the wall next to Ana rather than on herself. When I swallow down the bite I shrug, and tear another part of the loaf. "I got taught cartography a rather long time ago, Ana," I start vaguely, "I don't see what it would add to talk about."
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Post by Hannah on Apr 14, 2006 21:05:43 GMT
I look at him for a moment, before I swallow and look down. "right.." I say.
it is clear he doesnt want to talk about it. I wont push him.. but somehow.. i dont know.. it feels weird.
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Post by Jacky on Apr 14, 2006 21:09:54 GMT
I feel a tension now.. a tension that emerges from me not willing to tell her anything. But with the story of my past some dark secrets would be urged to be revealed, and I don't want to risk that. I might've come a rocky path to where I am today but that doesn't mean I'm *proud* of everything I did during this history.
Quite on the contrary, perhaps.
I take a bottle of rum and have a swig, silently looking back to Ana again.
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Post by Hannah on Apr 14, 2006 21:15:02 GMT
I am not looking at him anymore now. All of the sudden the bread and the table became much more intresting.
I chew slowly some of the bread and get up when I am finished. I mumble something about having to get back to work, eventhough I actually worked before.
I put some of the stuff back to where it belongs before I make my way over to the door.
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