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A Pirate's Life For Me
the adventures of Captain Jack Sparrow
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Date:
2006-10-23 04:17 am (UTC)
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"Aye, son. They will."
Jack straightens, swaying, and strides over to a small chest that sits against the wall.
"Now where did I put-- ah."
He comes back across the cabin, and puts one hand on Wellard's shoulder as he holds out a small vial of dark brown glass.
"Take this--it's willowbark, savvy? Help with your head, what's probably pounding like a regiment of drummers about now," Jack tells him.
"Then get yourself into the hammock. I've got work to do, so I won't be needing it for a while."
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Date: 2006-10-23 04:17 am (UTC)Jack straightens, swaying, and strides over to a small chest that sits against the wall.
"Now where did I put-- ah."
He comes back across the cabin, and puts one hand on Wellard's shoulder as he holds out a small vial of dark brown glass.
"Take this--it's willowbark, savvy? Help with your head, what's probably pounding like a regiment of drummers about now," Jack tells him.
"Then get yourself into the hammock. I've got work to do, so I won't be needing it for a while."