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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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[pirate_jack]

"Kennedy and Svava, not to mention meself," Jack replies promptly, but black eyes are glittering dangerously now.

"Can't say as I had reason to mention it to anyone else, savvy? But I gave it to the lad-- don't know who he's told--"

[gramarye1971]

'I asked him about it when he first returned. He showed me that he had it still. But afterwards....' His eyes narrow. 'Operating on the assumption that nothing has happened to it, I believe that the astrolabe may have to be taken out of the bar for the time being, at least until this entire situation is settled.'

His gaze flicks out across the lake for a moment, looking towards the bar, before he looks back at Jack once more. 'You saw what happened when I took hold of it. Time has been affected enough as it stands, and further alteration could be...more than problematic, to put it lightly.'

[pirate_jack]

"You couldn't touch it without a fit, and the lad's dead, mate," he points out. "Savvy? Not to mention me own self."

Black eyes are glittering even more wildly than before.

"Just what did you have in mind?"

[gramarye1971]

'I can convey it to a place that is more secluded than this bar, where it can remain undisturbed and yet be brought back here if there happens to be a need for it. A place that has the additional bonus of being inaccessible to those of the Company, Davy Jones...and my opposite number.'

He spares the briefest of glances down at Jack's coat -- or rather, at the dirk concealed beneath it.

'Removing it from the scene, as it were. As a precaution.'

[pirate_jack]

Jack watches him for a moment, then gives a single sharp nod.

"It'll be up to the lad, of course."

[gramarye1971]

'Of course,' Merriman says, with a nod in return. 'And I will not ask him about it now. There would be no point in bringing it up until he has had more of a chance to recover. Though while we are on the subject....'

He looks over at the closed cabin door, then back at Jack. 'I would rather like to see Mister Wellard myself, just as a precautionary measure.' One eyebrow quirks, changing his facial expression from dour to droll. 'Care to brave the wrath of Miss Mary Lennox once again?'

[pirate_jack]

"Surprised we haven't heard the lass shrieking bloody murder at him for getting himself hurt," Jack says, very dryly. "She's got a temper, that one."

"Come on, mate."

With that, Jack turns and saunters over to the cabin door.