♦ 14 ♦ Unwanted guests (Voice post)
Almost adorable, Sparrow. The way you cower and shake. I'd not have suspected you of being so easily 'spooked', if you'll allow me a terrible joke.
S'not fear in the least, mate. 'M freezing is all. An' that wasn' funny in the slightest, but much improved from your humor in life. Well done. Whot're you 'ere for..... Are you 'ere?
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S'not fear in the least, mate. 'M freezing is all. An' that wasn' funny in the slightest, but much improved from your humor in life. Well done. Whot're you 'ere for..... Are you 'ere?
Yes. This is ( Read more... )
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[ooc: Did he just kill himself?]
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[OOC: Sorry for the confusion. Edited to make it a little more clear]
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[ooc: No problem. It actually made me initially giggle.]
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He's trying to banter with a bitter enemy who's bed he shared while still trying to eavesdrop on Jack's past. His twin screaming his name switches his priorities just a little.
Both pointer fingers come up.
"Hold that thought, eye gouging bitch."
"Was it that bad, Sands? You're a marricon now?"
BANG BANG!!
"..You're a cigarette."
Sands turns and walks out to calm down Jack.
"HOLD YOUR FIRE, SAILOR! This is why the Navy's guns are bolted to the ship..."
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Sometimes Jack treats Sands' blindness as some sort of inconvenience the agent simply isn't trying hard enough to overcome or may be doing just to annoy him. Reality is a loose concept for Jack at the best of times and other people's problems don't always hit him fully. Besides, he has his own troubles.
'Good God, now there are two of him.' Cutler leans back against the wall with the hole in it showing through him and laughs at the surreal situation.
'Sparrow, you aren't shagging yourself, are you? You are, aren't you? Probably a long standing fantasy, actually. Ugh. Norrington sits on the couch and snatches at the rum bottle to no avail ( ... )
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"Both..."
Cutler gets a glare too. Not as much as Norrington. God, Jack's friends or enemies or whatever they are are just as bad as he is. sands finds it easier to deal with horrible eye gouging bitch.
"Say please. And explain to these men that we are not fucking. That I'm straight. And have no interest in a cock not my own. Not connected to my body through tissue and blood that is."
Sands' ghost comes in wearing the same tight black shirt and pants she died in, takes one look at the three... historically styled... men and bursts out laughing. She ads some pointing as well.
"Jack- Jack's ghosts- meet horrible eye gouging bitch. She likes your pantaloons."
He's guessing.
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The short, snobbish, dead eighteenth century Lord laughs along with Sands' visitor and alos gives her a long looking over. Then Sands a longer one, though he tries to look non-chalant about it.
'He looks like you when you were clean. Don't you ever miss that, Jack? Cleanliness? '
"Yes yes, you've as much int'rest in 'aving my dick in you as my sword. We've been over it an' I'm sure these bastards think no less of you... So that's the girl, is it?"
He spits at the girl. Sure, it can't hit her, but it's the thought that counts, surely?
"Ha. Someone said 'no' to you, did they Sparrow? Tell me, sir, did you have to explain the meaning for him?"
In this horrible scenario, Norrington has opted to be amused, as the alternative is utter misery.
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Will the shocking surprises never cease?
Shut up.
You are sickeningly predictable, Sparrow.
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How very simple of you. I thought you were a pirate, Jack. Isn't obtaining a ship by illegal means in the job description?
I hate to admit this, but he has a point. You are experienced in commandeering ships.
Well...yes..but.. I'm awaiting the opportune moment.
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