From here to there and back again: somewhere in between.

[pirate_jack]

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.

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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?"

[pirate_jack]

"So you did," he agrees.

A beat.

"One might wonder why."

[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.

[pirate_jack]

Jack grins.

"Ah, now, luv -- you know me better than that."

Black eyes are sharp and bright with interest as he watches her with the map.