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Post by Lauren on May 31, 2010 19:16:23 GMT
Quinn's cheeks burned red and she refused to meet his gaze. "I do not sound jealous. I just made a comment, that's all,"
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Post by jarofdirt on May 31, 2010 19:22:35 GMT
"The hell you don't, missy," Jack chided gently, his voice soft as he shook his head. "Why you blushing then?"
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Post by Lauren on May 31, 2010 19:24:15 GMT
"Because you're being rude and forward," Quinn attempted to cover her embarrassment.
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Post by jarofdirt on May 31, 2010 19:29:18 GMT
"Aren't I always?" he retorted. "An' you didn't answered me question, love."
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Post by Lauren on May 31, 2010 19:32:19 GMT
"Indeed I didn't, and you should take the hint," Quinn told him.
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Post by jarofdirt on May 31, 2010 19:38:33 GMT
Jack gave a curt nod, his gaze holding hers for a long moment. "Aye. My apologies, Miss," he then said quietly. He returned his attention to paddling, his eyes looking for another metaphorical crumb on their equally metaphorical bread trail.
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Post by Lauren on May 31, 2010 19:46:05 GMT
Quinn pursed her lips and looked straight ahead, keeping her eyes open for any new signs, or the ship itself.
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Post by Daz on May 31, 2010 19:48:13 GMT
I down the bottle of rum and decide that maybe they need another clue. Or that it's time to slow this vessel down. One problem, though.. I need Bailey's help.
I frown to myself and look above me, presuming he's on the decks. I take another two bottles as a peace offering and walk up to find him.
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Post by Lauren on May 31, 2010 21:02:21 GMT
Bailey was still on deck playing card games with the crew, having already had his fair share of rum for the night.
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Post by Daz on May 31, 2010 21:10:03 GMT
As I peer through the darkness I see him there and approach from behind, putting a hand on his shoulder as I sit beside him.
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