From here to there and back again: somewhere in between.

[pirate_jack]

The dinghy's leaking again, and it's a ways yet to the nearest shore.

Between the bailing and the cursing, Jack's gotten a steady rhythm going.

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[touch_destiny]

The water laps in little wavelets against the hull.

Slap-slap.

And then, suddenly, laughter. Girlish and joyful, bright as the sun on the water.

It floats away with the breeze.

[pirate_jack]

He stops moving and cocks his head.

"I know that laugh."

Seawater drips steadily from the hat in his hand, which he'd been using to bail.

[touch_destiny]

The wind coos, dropping down to a mere brush. It slips like fingers over his cheek.

The laughter bubbles up again.

"Ay..." it's a sigh on the wind and water. "So far from yer nest, magpie."

[pirate_jack]

Jack smiles, looking out over the water.

"Nature of a bird to fly, luv."