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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.

Date: 2009-08-11 12:15 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] touch-destiny.livejournal.com
The water laps in little wavelets against the hull.


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

It floats away with the breeze.

Date: 2009-08-11 12:30 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] touch-destiny.livejournal.com
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."

Date: 2009-08-11 12:41 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] touch-destiny.livejournal.com
"Not to fly from me."

There's an inexpicable weight in the dinghy--it rocks back and forth, and then she's there, black eyes glittering, mouth laughing.

She lifts a hand to study it, fingers loose and graceful, pretending not to notice Jack, though she's invited herself onto his little craft.

Date: 2009-08-11 01:10 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] touch-destiny.livejournal.com
The dinghy rocks, and yet, despite being lower in the water, doesn't seem to be leaking nearly as much.

Or at all, for that matter.

She lifts a slim brown foot, dips her toes into the water that is still at the dinghy's bottom. Humor ripples under her voice. "Did I not come to you dis time, Jack Sparrow?"

Date: 2009-08-11 01:21 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] touch-destiny.livejournal.com
She looks hurt.

"Ye'd rather be alone? Left in peace?"

Lazily, she leans down and plucks a piece of parchment from the dinghy's seat--a map. She plays with it, folding and unfolding experimentally.


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