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Post by Jacksblackpearl on Aug 2, 2006 13:59:05 GMT
"oh please, says you' I tell him and I look at the sky 'mister persuade' I mumble quietly. Not too loud because Will doesn't know yet HOW Jack behaved in my presence.
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Post by Jacky on Aug 2, 2006 14:08:15 GMT
I look over to her again and smirk, seeming amused. "I do recall that you said to be proud of me, really. I mean, before *you* turned the tables." I raise an eyebrow daringly.
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Post by Jacksblackpearl on Aug 2, 2006 14:10:36 GMT
"Aye, I would have never turned the tables if I knew you'd still get out of this alive' I snap at him, trying to be brave and stand-vast
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Post by Jacky on Aug 2, 2006 14:18:56 GMT
My gaze rests on her for a while longer.. well, it doesn't happen very often that Captain Jack Sparrow doesn't have a witty reply. But certainly this death-wish got me right in that fix. I purse my lips thoughtfully, then nod in her direction before I look back to the sea "Touchée, luv." I grant her, before raising the rumbottle to my lips once more and taking a deep swig.
I really should hate that woman's guts.
Unfortunately, I don't seem to manage to.
Tia Dalma was right after all, then. Bloody *women*.
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Post by Jacksblackpearl on Aug 2, 2006 14:27:15 GMT
I frown at Jack, half expecting a witty reply but there's not one coming my way.. Which makes me feel bad because I might have been cruel and hurt his feelings just now, right ?  |
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Post by Jacky on Aug 2, 2006 14:32:43 GMT
A rustling in the waves draws my attention from all the rest of it, and I look down to the water where a first piece of driftwood rolls ashore ungracefully. I look at it for a moment.. Silent. Thoughtfull. Regretfull even. All that's left of me Pearl's a bloody heap of bits and pieces. I realize, and the thought makes my mood just a little more gloom still. I don't get up to fetch the wood - let someone else take care of it.
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Post by Jacksblackpearl on Aug 2, 2006 18:45:15 GMT
"So that's become of your ship' I mumble to Jack when I follow his gaze to the driftwood 'Tell me something Jack. Don't captains always go down with their ships?"
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Post by Jacky on Aug 3, 2006 8:25:31 GMT
I look aside to her, my eyes narrowed in an half-accusing glance. But being myself an' all, I don't grant her much pleasure of letting the comment get to me. I force myself to appear neutral, and I make a dismissive gesture with my left hand. "Only the ones that can't swim, miss Swann." I tell her matter of factly, like I don't give a rat's @ss.
Well. As much as I dislike picking up the pieces of me ship, I come to believe I'd dislike stickin' around bein' accused even more.
Hold on.
I frown at that thought.
...since when do you care 'bout what others think, eh ol' Jack? I ask myself.
I steal a glance aside to Elizabeth, and my expression changes again. Slightly troubled now. Thoughtfull, is more like it.
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Post by Jacksblackpearl on Aug 3, 2006 9:11:59 GMT
I sigh "Sure Jack, do you believe that?" I ask him while I get up. I question his words because for some reason he doesn't seem like earlier, he doesn't seem invincable anymore..
I get up and go to help pintel,ragetti and Gibbs with picking up the driftwood.
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Post by Jacky on Aug 3, 2006 9:41:00 GMT
I lift the bottle of rum to my lips again, taking a swig while I think about 'r words. Ah, what does she know? Truth is, if I *do* manage to safe me @ss by finding that heart at last, then I can resurrect the Pearl with it as well. Davy Jones did tha' before, I know he can.. and with the heart I'd have the proper leverage to make 'm.
And if not.. well then I'm doomed anyhow. The Kraken is still after me, and he'd take his prey if I don't convince Jones otherwise.
So either I'm going down with my ship after all, or I'll bring 'r back an' live.
But apparently miss Swann didn't quite figure *that* out yet. I smirk slightly. Admirable as her wit can be, she sometimes refuses to look at plans that are just out of her reach.
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