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[captjacksparrow]

The digny is tethered to one of the many boulders that protrude from the water along the cresent line of the cove. Jack sits in its bow, the lamp in front of him doused, and rocks back and forth slowly in time to the waves crashing against the cliff face. It's not quite sunset but the shadows have already grown long, hiding him and his crew from

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[commodore_jln]

Here it is- the cove that Sparrow had spoken of before, and there the longboat and inside an empty rum-bottle with several rolled-up sheaves of paper. It looks so much like something out of the pirate stories young Miss Swann used to read in England that he has to suppress a smirk, but that is not the matter at hand. Sparrow had been true to his word, which admittedly was more than James had expected, but surely this cannot be it- Sparrow is a tricky bastard, otherwise he would not have eluded James's capture so many times, and he hisses his irritation as the captive pirate slips and a loud splash echoes about the darkness of the cove.

He holds up a hand and shoots an icy glare at the four men behind him, looking around himself. He hears vaguely the creaking of timber and the slap of black waves against the side of a boat not his own, and there, when he looks, a faint gleam of light, perhaps, too golden to be moon or stars. Alright, Sparrow, I know you're here... show yourself. He longs desperately to shout, to become the

[captjacksparrow]

The splash isn't followed by anything more for the barest of minutes, but in the dark, dimly, Jack thinks he can see movement. Waves against the rock? Seagulls? Really... giant... seagulls? No but then there is definitely the shape of a man being hauled from the water. He hopes it isn't his man. Pirates are meant to be the graceful sort, after all. Like cats. Or fish. Or catfish -- 'cept they aren't the most graceful sort of the lot

[commodore_jln]

Despite the gravity of the situation, James is hard-pressed to swallow the laugh which wants so badly to burst forth when Sparrow's boat glides into view. It's rowed by pirates James may or may not recognise; begrimed, tough-looking men, and a dwarf sitting in the back who seems to be doing nothing, but it is Jack Sparrow himself who makes the picture so ridiculous. He's standing in the bow of the boat, one knee bent, arms akimbo in the style of the conquering hero, on his face an expression which is doubtless meant to be proud and cunning. He looks utterly ridiculous. James arches an eyebrow at him, the image of proud disdain, but lays a hand on the hilt of his sword anyway- pride's no good if you're dead

[captjacksparrow]

Jack does not notice the hand on his boot as he was too busy trying not to abandon ship, as it were, in the most undistinguished manner. He does notice that Norrington seems in a humourless mood now that he's introduced the blindfolds

[commodore_jln]

He can see Sparrow weighing the matter in his mind- as much as he hates to admit it, James knows that the pirate is a thinking man, and the expression on his face now is one of deep thought. It does not contain any of the malice or glee James might have expected at the opportunity to humiliate the Commodore once again, but rather a- a pain? Can that be right? But indeed, Sparrow looks wracked by some evil memory or regret, and James cannot help but feel the smallest stirring of pity for him

[captjacksparrow]

Jack stares at Norrington steadily, the dark shadows around the cove obscuring his face, giving him the aire of being more the bloodythirsty pirate that some by that name can claim rather than the eccentric and flamboyent Jack Sparrow he is known as. He uses that, the guise of trecherous and dangerous, to ease his own dealings until his hears the softness in James' voice