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Post by Nikki on Aug 19, 2006 16:35:03 GMT
I had to agree with that. "She's a beautiful ship, Jack, you should be proud of her." Of course, that was something I hadn't needed to say. Equally, I could see the look in his eyes as well as anyone else could see the look in mine.
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Post by Jacky on Aug 19, 2006 16:38:13 GMT
I look at her and meet her gaze, and for a second a goodnatured smile creeps to my features. "And so I should." I agree, keeping my gaze on her.
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Post by Nikki on Aug 19, 2006 16:43:05 GMT
I smile now, discovering what was off about him in the first place. There was good there, and I had just unearthed the subject that made him show that streak. His ship, then. "How much do you love the Pearl?"
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Post by Jacky on Aug 19, 2006 16:46:58 GMT
"Why ask, luv?" I don't answer her directly, as I walk over to the railing instead and take a glance at the ocean. I look back at her over my shoulder and grin, "You don't plan on commandeering her, now do you? I strongly advice against it."
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Post by Nikki on Aug 19, 2006 16:55:38 GMT
I shake my head. "Just curiousity."
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Post by Jacky on Aug 19, 2006 17:00:05 GMT
"Curiosity killed the cat, them say." I point out, turning around and leaning my back against the railing. "Though it's a highly admirable quality, says I." I look thoughtful for a moment, before I look back to her again, "Either way, the Black Pearl is my ship an' I think that says enough, don't it?"
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Post by Nikki on Aug 19, 2006 17:06:28 GMT
I sighed, almost laughing. "What gives you the slightest idea that I know how to sail a ship, anyway? Plus," I added to throw the bucket of water on all my sarcasm, "this ship is what makes you. I can tell. . .and if anyone took it away from you, pardon me for the metaphor. . .it would break your wings." Normally, that comment would have been almost embarrassing, but not at this time. . ..there were chosen moments for comments like that one, and I seemed to have selected the right one. "Because," I paused, calculating his expression, "It would hurt you, Jack. Believe me. I know hurt."
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Post by Jacky on Aug 21, 2006 8:36:07 GMT
I look at her, silent, curious, calculating her thoughts. ...it would break your wings. The sentence repeats itself in my head a few times, as if forcing me to see the truth of it. Ah - how could I even deny? I've been there, haven't I? Lost on an island, seeing my ship sail to the horizon under the command of another.. I *was* broken. More than I would ever admit to anyone in this world. But indeed, my wings got clipped and I had to learn how to fly free all over again. If only she knew how right she was, I think it would even surprise herself.
But how can she? How can she see through me that easily, I wonder? My pride for the Pearl is no secret to anyone aboard her, but this girl, who I only just met, seems to see deeper than that. Needless to say, it's slightly unsettling.
I feel as if I should divert this conversation - making it about her rather than about meselves. I feel as if she's entering territory that's none of her business.
"How did you get t' know hurt, then?" I question
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Post by Nikki on Aug 21, 2006 12:09:04 GMT
I no longer feel a need to not be frank with him. I feel that we are on different terms than a second ago. . .that just goes to show how much difference a second can make. "Abuse. Being beaten. . .worse."
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Post by kitara on Aug 21, 2006 16:23:04 GMT
I was still working around the ship, every once in a while looking back at Jack and the new girl.
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