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Post by Daz on Jun 18, 2010 21:40:11 GMT
".. I really don't know why you decided to choose me, Jack." I raise an eyebrow, "Ye know I'm no bloody pirate, I stay here. so unless you've decided to circum to your poor old cursed self and join me in the map trade, or settle down and have decided to make me your wife, there is no point in you wasting my time, as well as yours.."
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Post by jarofdirt on Jun 18, 2010 22:01:11 GMT
"I'd consider the wife bit but you said we weren't even friends, so tha' is not a realistic option, love," he replied, his dark eyes looking hurt for the briefest of moments. He then shrugged, idly fingering the beads in his beard. "You are the best mapper I know, tha''s why. Plus we've been through a lot before in the past, an' so tha' made me think tha' I could trust you at least tha' much more over just anyone with mapping skills. But if you aren't interested then I'll take me problems somewhere else." With that he got up and turned to go, his tankard of rum untouched.
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Post by Daz on Jun 18, 2010 22:34:13 GMT
I roll my eyes, his dramatic response is just as annoying as his story.. "At least 'proove' it to me then.." I call after him, standing up.
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Post by jarofdirt on Jun 18, 2010 22:37:22 GMT
Jack stopped and turned, a dubious brow lofting as he took a step closer. "But I thought it was jus' a waste of time. Why the sudden interest?"
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Post by Daz on Jun 18, 2010 22:39:26 GMT
"There is no sudden interest, I just can't stand to see a grown man sulk." I mutter, walking over to him.
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Post by jarofdirt on Jun 18, 2010 22:56:39 GMT
Jack made a face, but led the way out of the tavern, trusting Cleo to follow him the short distance to the Pearl. Once there, standing upon the dock and looking up into his ship's pitch-colored sails, he could already feel the knot of dread return to his chest. He turned an increasingly pale face to Cleo, his eyes hooded. "I can't stay aboard long, Missy, so get your looks in fast, eh?" he asked, his voice a strained whisper.
With that, he reluctantly took a step onto the gangplank, the world falling away from him save for the harsh and unrelenting glare of the sun off of the water below. He felt the fog of dread grow as he took yet another halting step, the sensation seeming to follow every vein throughout his body until he was almost totally consumed by it.
To the onlooker, it would appear as if Jack were swaying heavily, to the point where he might very nearly fall into the water as he stood next to the side rails of the Pearl. His face would be ghastly white, his fists clenched at his sides, his shoulders hunched against a non-existent wind. If Cleo would have a sharp enough eye, she might notice that his hair, as odd as it would appear, would be lighter than usual...almost as if it were tinged the slightest bit grey.
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Post by Daz on Jun 18, 2010 23:11:18 GMT
I frown heavily at the sight of this.. not a word leaving my lips as I analyse the situation.
If this some sort of act? A trick, maybe? A joke that I am yet to grasp the humor of?
I take a few steps towards him, bending a little to look at his face, glancing over him like he's some foreign animal.. "Strange." I mutter, "You're a strange, strange man.. and to think I thought you were vaguely.. normal." I note, stepping back again. But my words arn't quite serious, because I am starting to actually believe him. He does look different.. there is no denying that.
"To state the bloody obvious, I'd say that this fountain of youth has taken a rather disliking to you. And it has rather decided to age you rather than give you any youth at all. If it was the right fountain at all. Who's to say there are not more than one."
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Post by jarofdirt on Jun 18, 2010 23:20:49 GMT
Jack struggled to keep his eyes open, wanting nothing more than to sleep forever and to never wake again. He swayed a bit as he stood, his words more slurred than normal as he replied quietly. "I told ya I was tellin' th' truth. Tha''s why I need your 'elp. I don't 'ave much time," he added, his face pained and his tone deathly serious.
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Post by Daz on Jun 18, 2010 23:26:44 GMT
".." I pause a little.. "I-I don't know what you think I can do to help you. What could anyone do?" I frown.
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Post by jarofdirt on Jun 18, 2010 23:35:00 GMT
Jack grabbed hold of the rail, needing to keep himself steady. "I need you to 'elp me find th' other 'alf of the map, an' then whatever it leads to, since tha''s your area of expertise. I find tha', then I'll be back to normal...savvy?"
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