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[pirate_jack]

It's early evening, and the light breeze stirs the ratlines and lanyards, whispering of secrets and far-off lands.

(bring me that horizon)

Even as the coy little wind rattles the beads in his hair against each other, Jack's all too well aware that it's not quite strong enough to do more than tease the edges of the Black Pearl's sails. He

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[merrimanlyon]

Early evening, and the sun's rays are long and slanting but still as bright as they were a few hours before. Midsummer is fast approaching, with long days and temperate nights that can be pleasant in their own right, even if they are nowhere near the heat of the Caribbean.

The floating dock that leads to the Pearl sways slightly -- but not as a result of the breeze. The faint splashing sound that accompanies the movement might be nothing more than a leaping fish, but one glance towards the shore shows otherwise.

Commodore Lyon has come the long way around the lake, from the other side of the Pearl, but he is now standing with both feet on the floating dock, hands clasped behind his back, and a mildly inquisitive eye trained on the ship and her captain.

[pirate_jack]

"Well, well. Commodore Lyon."

There's a flash of gold from a tooth as Jack grins at him.

"Fancy seeing you here."

[merrimanlyon]

'Captain Sparrow.'

A bit of a nod, with cool and easy formality.

'It has been quite some time, by my reckoning. How goes it with you?'

[pirate_jack]

"Time's a funny thing here, mate." Jack glances toward the forest and then, oddly enough, up at a now-repaired yardarm before looking back at Merriman. "Or hadn't you noticed?"

A beat later he's grinning again, hands spread wide.

"As you see."