High Tide

[Nikki]

Hearing the use of my forbidden word, I look back at him a bit too hopefully for my own good. And I'm satisfied now that it doesn't look as if I'll be banished (now why in the hell I had that fear, I'm not sure) or shouted at (and that too seemed ridiculous now). But I still can't get that look toward the horizon, the escaping when he's escaped, out of my mind. I guess there are some levels of freedom that are too complete to comprehend.
"You're taking this a little better than I expected." Though I'm sure any feelings he's actually having right now he's being careful not to portray. I won't be surprised to find him banging his head against a wall sometime in the near future.

[Jacky]

If she does have that thought in mind, I figure she knows me better than I assumed. I clench my fist and let it loose it's tension again, as I still not look at her. Aye, I could be shouting at her now. Aye, I could threaten to drop her of in next port and get it over with. Why I do neither.. I'm not sure.
Maybe because it's one hell of a lot easier to put on a mask of indifference. One thing it always does is grant you some time to think things over. So why would I not use the escape I'm most familiar with? Why not build that wall, and mind my own business? It's what I do best.
Shouting, on the other hand, would certainly relief one hell of a lot more.

I glance at Rae for half a second, before I let go of the wheel. "Stay here, luv." I make her mind the helm. I myself descend the stairs and disappear belowdecks.

[Nikki]

It seems I've been doing a lot of this lately- minding the helm while he goes belowdecks to do some mystery thing- but I push it out of my mind. But the task I've been given almost always relaxes me, gives me some sense of control in my life (especially now) and an odd sense of trust. Steering makes me feel like I'm in on the secret Jack shares with this ship, only for a moment.

[Jacky]

This time my venture goes nowhere near Cassandra's cabin though. I go to the galley, descend further into the crewsquarters, and eventually I make my way to the hold. It's dark in there, hardly any light gets through from above. But for once I neglect the lantarn that hangs from a hook against the wall. I make my way through the dark to the back of the racks which are usually filled with rum. They're close to empty now though.

I find a single bottle in one of the corners, and I pull it out. I'll be needing that. Badly.

[Nikki]

Relaxing almost totally, I begin to space off just a bit. Cluck. Dreading the noise, I look down at my feet. How does that damn thing keep getting loose? I wonder. The runaway chicken just blinks at me again, gathering at my feet to roost. "I'm not dealing with you anymore, bird." But she won't move.

(I much a fan of symbolic chickens, hehe And I gotsta go soon so :hug2:)

[Jacky]

(byee honey *wave*)

I climb up the stairs again, to make my way over to the captains quarters. As long as Rae'll be steering I'll have it for myself. And I estimate that is actually plenty of time to down this bottle of rum and numb some thoughts alltogether.

[Daz]

I hear Jack pacing past my door.. I can tell from the pattern of swaggering footsteps.
"Keep outta my things!" I call after him.

[Jacky]

"Don't worry luv," I say, not bothering to raise my voice as I pass by. I know she'll be listening, "There was hardly anything interesting there."

[Daz]

"Hmm." I look at the ring and then back at the door.. slipping it onto a chain around my neck before heading out.. "So why were you looking in the first place?"

[Jacky]

I come to a stop and turn around, looking at her as she's leaning in her doorpost. "Just wanted to make sure you weren't gonna poison me with some kind of brew, luv, that's all." I brush it off.
I really don't fancy a conversation with her now.
Then again, I really don't fancy knocking myself out with a rum overdose either. And THAT seems attractive enough to attempt.