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[pirate_jack]

From here.

"Steady on, lad," Jack mutters, supporting Wellard as the two of them cross first the shore and then the floating pier to the Black Pearl.

They stop there, as Jack looks up the sea-ladder with a frown.

"Can you climb?"

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"He said I hit my head." Wellard mutters, reaching up to touch the goose egg at the back of his head, gingerly. He winces.

"Fell, or something. An accident- I don't recall what happened. But I should be alright, like he said."

[mistressmaryquitecontrary]

Mary scowls.

"How do you know what he said was true? He said himself he is a liar.

"All I know is you were hurt, and he was there."

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"Because Jack wouldn't hurt me." Wellard frowns at her, and starts getting out of the hammock.

At least it is supposed to sway, though it must be said he has gotten out of other hammocks with much more grace other times. And there is a chair nearby to grab ahold of until the floor stops moving.

"There are some things its alright to lie about, and some that are not- and Captain Sparrow wouldn't lie if it were something important. I trust him, Mary."

[mistressmaryquitecontrary]

"He would not take you to a doctor," Mary challenges, watching Wellard carefully to see if sudden support will be necessary.

(She might have a difficult time providing it. Considering that she's half Wellard's size, at least. But hey - it's the thought that counts, right?)

"And you cannot walk still - but he was more worried about hiding than about making you well."

Mary does not bother to hide the indignation in her voice.

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The bit of rest he has had has helped- the world is spinning significantly less than it was before.

... Though sitting in the chair seems like a nice idea, really.

"Sometimes you don't always need a doctor." Wellard bites his lip, and shrugs. "I've been hurt other times before, and didn't need one. I am not saying always-" Quick to forestall that argument-

"But sometimes." He manages a faint smile. "So I'll be alright."

[mistressmaryquitecontrary]

Mary folds her arms over her chest, scowling.



"You always say that."

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"... Yet I do manage to keep surviving to be able to say that, so there must be something to it." Wryly. Then he takes a deep breath, closing his eyes.

"Just an accident or something- people do remember, eventually."

[mistressmaryquitecontrary]

Mary stares at him.

"No," she points out, flatly. "You do not. You are dead."

Mary feels that this would be the sort of thing that it's hard to forget.

"You get into trouble and you do not ever stop and you keep on getting hurt and you do not do anything about it - and you cannot even remember now! So you do not know what happened - it could have been anything; how can you learn if you do not know? You should see a good doctor at least to know!"

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He blinks, looking at her.

Wellard has come to know Mary quite well, in the year since they have met at Milliways. And in turn, she has come to know him well- better than most, in fact. She is one of the few that not only knows how he died, but the detailed circumstances how. And in the telling of that, Wellard has quite found that the more worried and scared Mary is-

The more she yells and gets angry.

So, there is nothing to really say to her argument- particularly since those are things he is starting to worry about as well-

Nothing to say, but just reach over and pull her into a hug.

[mistressmaryquitecontrary]

Mary is shocked into stiffness, at first.

(Yelling, in Mary's experience, does not usually lead to hugs. It is simply not a logical consequence.)

"You are only not trying to get out of saying that I am right," she mutters, into his shoulder.

She doesn't pull away, though - after all, there's still the highly worrying possibility that he can't in fact stand, without the support of the hug.

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"I'm not saying you're wrong." A touch of exasperation, and he sighs quietly.

"I certainly don't go looking for trouble. I do my best to careful. Alright? That's the best anyone can do. And I will certainly be seeing about what happened. I don't remember-" He bites his lip.

"But Jack was there, so he'll know something."

[mistressmaryquitecontrary]

"That," Mary says, her voice full of dark overtones, "is what I think too."

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Wellard lets Mary go, so he can eye her.

"... why?"

[mistressmaryquitecontrary]

"He was the one carrying you," Mary says, patiently.

"I told you. And he brought you here to hide and he knew Norryton needed a doctor and he would not explain any of it, only said I was not to worry."

The scorn in Mary's voice at this last comment expresses clearly just how little Captain Jack knows Mary, if he expects this to put her off.

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"Norry- ... Norrington." Wellard blinks.

"He was hurt also- is he alright, now?" A deep breath, and he finally nods.

"Alright, he shouldn't have said that maybe, but he wasn't just trying to not upset you."

[mistressmaryquitecontrary]

Meaningfully: "The Healer took care of him.



"And if he was trying not to upset me," Mary adds, sharply, "he ought not to have gotten you hurt."

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"If I fell, and it was an accident like he said- than how would it be Jack's fault if I got hurt?" Wellard eyes her.

[mistressmaryquitecontrary]

"How does he know you fell, if he was not there?" Mary points out, her voice rising.

"And if he was there why did he not stop you falling?"

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His jaw clenches into a frown.

("Last one off the yard arm gets a flogging!")

"Because sometimes you cannot stop someone from falling. Even if it isn't too bad. And I would quite well imagine it would be easy to tell if someone has or not, if they were hurt."

[mistressmaryquitecontrary]

This explanation Mary does not find satisfactory. And it shows.

"I do not think even if you fell into Norrington," she mutters, "it would make him have a hole in his stomach."

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Wellard blinks, and stares at Mary.

"... What?"

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"He had a hole in his stomach," Mary repeats, patiently.

"The Healer fixed it. I told you."

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"A hole in his stomach... how? And from what? Was he shot?" Wellard bites his lip, frowning.

"Is that why he wasn't here, this morning?"

[mistressmaryquitecontrary]

A small, indifferent shrug. If Mary knew all this, she certainly wouldn't be waiting on Jack to tell her.

"He was hurt in his stomach," she repeats. Again. "I do not know how - only that he was bleeding. Jack told me to get a healer and you said to listen to him so I did."

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"Jack is the captain- you are supposed to listen to him, specially in situations like that." Wellard bites his lip, frowning thoughtfully, before standing.

Carefully.

"Where is Jack?"