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Post by Jacky on Oct 21, 2007 17:57:34 GMT
The next morning I'm at the helm relatively early, due to the lack of sleep of last night. I'm not sure what triggered it, but I spend most of the darker hours either reading, writing my logbook, or keeping myself occupied otherwise. Whatever I did, sleep wouldn't get to me. I blame Scarlett for that, subconciously. (sorry, shorty  ) |
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Post by Lana on Oct 21, 2007 18:05:00 GMT
(it's OK  and awwww, quite sweet of Jack ) I turn onto another side of mine, yawning and stretching, shifting uncomfortably. Toss and turn again. And again. "Damn", - I mutter, opening my eyes and seeing the tiny cupboard-like cabin around me, it's hardly live-able but as long as I have no choice, I have to stay here. Getting up, I stretch, frowning slightly at the dull pain in my back. What a rotten place to sleep in, - I think darkly, get dressed - in another dress of mine - and go ondecks, figuring it'll be much more interesting there than here. |
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Post by Jacky on Oct 21, 2007 18:08:19 GMT
She's first to be updecks, and I have to surpress a groan in disagreement to that.
"Mornin' Scarlett," I say instead, "Looking extremely bright and goodnatured this morning, aren't we?" I 'compliment' her, grinning roguishly.
Just that *I* had a bad night doesn't mean I can't tease her with *hers*.
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Post by Lana on Oct 21, 2007 18:16:58 GMT
Obviously, I'm annoying him by merely being present ondecks and it unsettles me slightly, as I can't understand what happened: he didn't seem to be so much against my company before, even when he just saw me at the Governor's mansion. I frown, remembering how he offered me to have a look at the Pearl. Ah, sure, Sparrow, ye didn't trick the answers out of me, that's the reason.
"Morning, Jack", - I reply in the same tone he addresses me. - "I return the compliment to you and your dark shadows around the eyes", - I shrug and smirk slightly. - "But you're right, I had better nights than this one".
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Post by Jacky on Oct 23, 2007 11:51:30 GMT
I could easily stay annoyed with her even now, but something triggers a different reaction. If I would bother to analyze *what* does, I'd blame it on the fact that her tone of voice (...my tone of voice mimicked) sets me back slightly.
I suppose her and me are alike still, in some ways.
So instead of giving her a glare, I smirk slightly, though look aside to the sea to disguise the sincerity of it.
When I look back to her a slight light shimmers in my eyes. "Peas in a pod, darlin'."
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Post by Lana on Oct 23, 2007 12:12:39 GMT
A slight frown comes upon my features when Jack smirks - there's a hint of something changed in his mood, something faintly showing a glimpse of his better spirits now, but I might be wrong - it's Jack, after all. No one can have him figured. Even himself, I bet.
"Aye, perhaps", - I shrug, - "and perhaps not".
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Post by Jacky on Oct 26, 2007 18:02:58 GMT
I keep my gaze on her for another while, the light remaining in my eyes. It almost feels like that little set-back of hers lightened my mood for the rest of the day. It might as well have.
I haven't got her figured yet. I don't know who she is, or what she wants. At least I don't know anymore. But sometimes I like to believe that I still know her slightly, when she reacts like she used to have reacted. Sharp like the edgy side of a blade. I like her, at those moments.
It makes me want to test just how much of the old Scarlett remained.
"Can I ask ye a question, luv?" I lean forward on the wheel.
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Post by Lana on Oct 26, 2007 18:57:22 GMT
Inwardly, I am smirking, because I can feel something changed in Jack's eyes and his whole behaviour towards me, I can almost sense his curiosity towards who I am and how much I've changed during these years... well, at least I'm feeling the same. I wonder how much of the old Jack has remained in him. And how much of the old me - in myself.
"Sure, Jack", - I grin. - "Ye can always ask questions".
"But it doesn't mean ye can always have 'em answered", - I add mentally.
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Post by Jacky on Oct 26, 2007 19:09:00 GMT
"Good." When a gust of wind billows the sails my eyes flick towards them for a moment - a short, professional glance to make sure things are alright, but within a second my gaze is back on Scarlett again.
My hand rests on the wheel heavily as I sway slightly, before asking the question I intended.
"During your stay aboard this vessel, luv.. as a guest, I mean," I grin slightly, showing a flicker of golden teeth as I do, "How do you intend to keep yourself occupied? Fancy a chore?" I 'offer'.
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Post by Lana on Oct 26, 2007 19:18:13 GMT
This momentary glance at the sails makes me pay attention to them as well - it's involuntary, subconscious: something I would've done years ago when I was one of the crew. I glance at the sails, full with wind, and immediately remember that, hell, it's none of my business anymore. But this short and unexpected, reflectory eye-movement quite surprised me: I thought I'd lost all the 'reflexes'.
And when this question comes I can hardly believe my own ears: a moment ago I remembered being a crewmember, and now Jack asks me about it... As if he were reading my mind.
I narrow my eyes for a while, thoughtful. Damn, I'll die of boredom here if I keep sitting alone and reading. I'll read all the books in no time and I'll be left with nothing to do but contemplating the ocean. No matter how much I love the ocean, I think I'd go crazy if I had nothing else to do but stare at it all the time.
However, I don't want to seem too enthusiastic, so I shrug quite emotionlessly: "Like what?" - I ask Jack, even though I bet a sudden gleam in my eyes is betraying my real excitement.
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and awwww, quite sweet of Jack