"Don't tell me you expected me to be mourning the Company's loss of power, Commodore," Jack drawls, pointedly. "Not that I've a particular fondness for anything what's looking to take away another's freedom, but in East India's case--"
He waves a hand in the air, and the deep purple stone of the ring on his index finger gleams oddly in the light as he continues.
"-- suppose it's the natural result of dealing with their own devils, aye? So to speak." Sardonic humor coats his words.
"As for Beckett, he'd deal with a shark and come out even, most of the time."
Jack grins, wickedly.
"Most of the time. Still, he's cold as a dead fish, that one."
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Date: 2006-10-25 05:43 am (UTC)He waves a hand in the air, and the deep purple stone of the ring on his index finger gleams oddly in the light as he continues.
"-- suppose it's the natural result of dealing with their own devils, aye? So to speak." Sardonic humor coats his words.
"As for Beckett, he'd deal with a shark and come out even, most of the time."
Jack grins, wickedly.
"Most of the time. Still, he's cold as a dead fish, that one."