[Oh the good captain has spent the better part of his week gathering supplies of a curious sort. Lengths of cloth and rope. Wood gathered from the leavings of bench making, a few forgotten ladders and broom handles and some cautious and quick dashes to the very edge of the forest to snatch whatever deadwood would do
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[That's her only reply to this.]
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Here we are!
Now I've a name and a voice, but no face to match it to, how would you expect me recognize you, dear Doctor Bishop, to address you as is befitting one of your station?
[Are you pretty?]
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So here you go, Jack. you get Kloe's rather unamused face.]
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Whatever it was he was expecting was not what he was seeing.
He smiles again, all charm.]
Well now! There's a pleasant surprise!
Now I am well informed of the face that goes with the voice and name. I shall keep this all in mind when we next meet, Doctor Bishop.
[And he, sorta, bows at the book. It's a little awkward being on the transformed row-boat, and it likely looks odd if anyone else is watching him at shore. He means the curtsey though. Names and titles are important things. Pretty ladies far more important than that.]
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Right. What's your name again?
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A PAUSE.
How could he have forgotten to introduce himself!?]
Forgive me for not announcing myself sooner than this!
[He takes his hat off, holding the book out so you may clearly see him. ]
I am Captain. Jack Sparrow! At your service!
[The leather tricorne is replaced smartly.]
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Noted.
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So.
[There's that eager grin.]
When may I expect you?
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