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Post by Jacky on Oct 12, 2007 16:10:07 GMT
"My answer'll depend on your knowladge alone, darlin'." I tell her, smirking slightly in amusement as I can breath the rum on her breath. It's impossible not to notice her obvious half-drunken slur, and that only adds to the amusement I got from getting her to drink in the first place. She's quite easily convinced, now isn't she?
"What do you know of said treasure of Hell's Water?" I inquire casually, wanting to prod her for information. Maybe she'll know anything I don't, one can never be too sure.
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Post by Lana on Oct 12, 2007 19:04:17 GMT
I narrow my eyes at the now-empty bottle of rum and realize that perhaps I should stop. No, not "perhaps", but I *really* should. No, not even "should", but *must*. Yeah... I must. Stop. For today, - I put it aside and look at Jack again, trying to concentrate on what he's saying. Not that I'm too drunk, but I'm not too sober either and taking into consideration the fact that I haven't drunk much strong alcohol for quite a long time, it has an effect on me, that's for sure.
Why on Earth did I agree to drink? - I wonder, since... well, I'm trying to keep everything under my control. But, I guess, that uneasy feeling of tension between us was a bit too unbearable, and rum makes everything way easier. Much easier. At least I don't feel so distant anymore. But I shouldn't feel close either, - I remind myself silently.
"Huh?" - I kinda lost the track of what Jack was saying, but it takes me a moment to remember. The treasure.... - "What do you know 'bout it?" - I smirk. - "I was the first to ask, don't twist me 'round yer fing'r".
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Post by Jacky on Oct 14, 2007 12:55:48 GMT
"Luv, I'm not trying to trick you." I say with a goldtoothed grin, as I observe the slight sway in every one of her movements. That bit of rum really got to her, didn't it? I lean forward and look her straight in the eye, amused by the fact that she seems to forget to edge away from me in response right away, like she did previous times. "I wouldn't need to. I could tell ye all I know, write it down for you, perhaps, and tomorrow you wouldn't remember a thing. You're drunk, darlin'." I conclude for her.
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Post by Lana on Oct 14, 2007 18:18:01 GMT
"Oh sure, yer not gonna trick me", - I laugh mockingly, rolling my eyes. - "Capt'n Jack Sparrow, these words are the absolute lies when they come outta yer mouth", - I smirk. - "Ye always trick everyone", - I state the obvious and only an idiot would argue with this statement. Jack can hardly ever be trustworthy, this fact I've learnt quite well. "Aye", - I grin. Think so, darlin'. I'm not as drunk as ye expect me to be, - but who knows, maybe I'm drunker than I expect myself to be  One can never tell. |
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Post by Jacky on Oct 17, 2007 13:03:47 GMT
"Is that so...?" I inquire, my fingers playing with the rumbottle carelessly. "Then tell me darlin'," My dark eyes waver to her face, settle on hers with a touch of mystery twinklin' in them, "If I trick everyone.. why the hell would you have mentioned me as a cooperation with the Navy?"
I lean forward, beads jingling slightly as I do, "What's in it for you?"
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Post by Lana on Oct 17, 2007 16:21:38 GMT
"That is so", - I nod, my eyes meeting his - thankfully (mostly to the famous Caribbean rum) it's not making me feel uneasy and uncomfortable as it could have done if I were sober. But, anyways, I've learnt my limits - well, almost, - and if Sparrow thinks he can pull everything out of me, all the information, he's greatly mistaken.
"Why, you ask?" - I smirk at him, still not looking away, but narrowing my eyes slightly for a better focus. - "Exactly because I know you'll trick them", - I reply easily, because it's one of the rare occasions when the truth is the easiest thing to be said.
"And... I've already answered that: curiosity, Jack. Curiosity. And some interest, as we all always have, darlin'", - I grin.
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Post by Jacky on Oct 18, 2007 13:49:39 GMT
So she wants the Navy to be tricked, eh? Well, I do wonder whether she knows what her latest comrades have in store for themselves. Or herself, perchance.
I give her an enigmatic smile, get up, and take the bottle of rum from her. "You're runnin' late for dinner, darlin', tis in the galley." I tell her shortly, more or less dismissing her from me cabin. This talk isn't going to get me as far as I wanted to; meaning I can tell she's too sharp by her senses to just blurt out what I want to know. And it's starting to work on *my* nerves. So I call an end to it, easy as that.
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Post by Lana on Oct 18, 2007 18:11:19 GMT
"Thanks, I don't eat so late in the evening - need to keep my body in a good shape", - I reply at once, my eyes narrowed and the voice a degree colder than it was a moment ago. So that's it, isn't that? All this performance was *just* for pulling information out of me. How... how very 'Jack-Sparrow' it is...
I stand up, straighten my dress and cast a glance around his quarters, finally letting my eyes rest on his face for a while. "Thanks for the rum", - I smirk slightly, but it's not really too much of a warm smile.
Heading towards the door, I purse my lips slighly. Asshole.
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Post by Jacky on Oct 20, 2007 18:24:10 GMT
My gaze wanders after her as she heads for the door. The drop of her voice, the half-meant smile.. it's all a little too familiar. Like anything else, this as well reminds me of what she was like ten years ago. And if I'm not mistaken, this reaction is either anger or.. disappointment. Maybe.
She shouldn't 'ave expected any better for me, now should she? I try to brush away the pang of... (regret?) ..no. The pang of I-don't-know-what that appeared when I realized her reaction.
Bloody woman. Exactly those are the thoughts that she triggers that work on me nerves.
"Scarlett," I stop her before she reaches the door. When she turns to regard me I shrug my shoulders, "G'night."
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Post by Lana on Oct 21, 2007 17:19:11 GMT
I can almost feel Jack's gaze fixed upon my back as I am approaching the door of the cabin, but I neither stop nor turn around. Though, when I hear him call my name, I frown and glance at him over my shoulder, half-turning the head to face him.
What the hell, Sparrow? - I ask him mentally, having heard the unexpected 'goodnight' from him. Really, what the hell? He has just almost thrown me away from his Quarters, and now he's saying goodnight? Damn you to the most rotten depths, - I curse him angrily for messing with my emotions like that - he was very good at it and now, it seems, he's gotten even better. Or I'm just more sensible due to rum.
"Good night", - I tell him with a shrug as a reply to his own. I linger for a while, not leaving the cabin just yet, but finally I step over the threshold and close the door behind me.
Damn you, Sparrow. Damn you, - I repeat and take a deep breath, feeling cool air filling my nostrils and brushing the skin of my face, neck and shoulders. The ocean - that's what could be a friend of mine now, when there's no one else around.
I find a quiet place aboard where no one is working right now - since everyone is belowdecks, playing cards and drinking rum - so I am almost alone, except for a few crewmembers responsible for 'night-guard'. The ocean is quite calm, and the wind is soothing: my head *has* to be cooled down.
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One can never tell.