High Tide

[Nikki]

"It's. . .sort of. . .my own logbook." I look away awkwardly, flinching. "And sorry about the board. I had to break it on purpose. . .no place to hide things."
Almost certain that I may start crying when I read Jack's, I don't bother glancing at it for the moment.

[Jacky]

"Ah." A brief smile touches my lips. That explains me lack of knowladge 'bout it. I turn the booklet over and look at the back of it for a same amount of time that I gave the front. I wonder what I'll find in there. Knowing of its excistance surely set my curiosity aflame.
I glance back to Rae and then grin slightly, "Next time you want t' hide something, luv, don't break me floor over it." I teasingly 'order'.

[Nikki]

I laugh a bit nervously, wanting to take the book and leave. . .but knowing he'll ask if I do. Then I turn on him a bit more seriously, knowing that he has almost every thought I've had since I've boarded this ship in his hands. ". . .you don't have to promise me you won't laugh when you read that, because I know it won't do any good, but. . .don't."

[Jacky]

I smirk at her request of such a promise in the first place. She should know better than to expect promises at me at all. At least, as far as promises concerned that I would be bothered to keep.
"Alright, luv," I grant her though. "I'll try." I walk back to the desk and open one of the drawers, sliding the book in there instead. I'll read it when she's not around. For some reason that seems wiser on both our accounts.

[Nikki]

I'm glad we're having the same idea about this, and not really feeling much like making any sort of eye contact right now, I turn back to the shelf, my eyes reading titles but not taking in any sort of information at all in my distractedness.

(I think I just made up a word?)

[Jacky]

(Very nice one though )

I take my seat back at the table and let my gaze return to the map. I scan the coordinates scribbled by the side trying to find the one I'm looking for. Subconciously I reach for the rumbottle again and put it to my lips.. but find it empty still.
Right. Rum.
That's what I was doing.

I get up again, "I'll be righ' back, luv." I inform Rae, before disappearing from the cabin to head for the galley.

[Nikki]

As soon as he's gone, I dive for the book, opening to the first page, reading the first three words before I decide I'm definitely going to have to look at this alone, and tucking it back, all in the space of five seconds.

"Bring me some, too!" I grumble out the door in his general direction.

[Jacky]

I head down the stairs to the crewsquarters, go further down to where we store the rum. The shelves are half empty, but I find a bottle that's still plenty filled. And another one for Rae.
Upon returning to the cabin I walk into mister Gibbs.
"Capt'n, I was jest lookin' for ye." He tells me.
"You found me." I tell him with a symphatic smile to forgive his useless comment above.
"The sky's gettin' overcast Jack," He eyes the sky warily, "If you ask me, it's gonna blow."
I glance up at the sky in mild interest. It was clear as crystal just a few hours ago. "Ah."

(gtg now! *wave* Merry xmas hon!)

[Nikki]

I sit there drumming my fingers on the table in the silence.
For months now my small ability to know things has dwindled horribly, with no reason. . .but now there is a flicker of life there, a sixth sense, something in the air that makes the back of my neck tingle ominously. I stand up abruptly, upsetting the chair and slamming the door behind me. Running so fast down the stairs I tumble head over heels four times, landing dizzily at Jack and Gibbs' feet.
I give them no time to stare. "Something's wrong. Call me crazy, but something's wrong."

(Ta! <3)

[Ans]

I fail to be a gentleman and help her up from her position sprawled over the deck. Instead I let her climb up by herselves, and I frown. What the heck is she talking of?
"Do explain, dear." I state.