Log: Ongoing [Of Sand and Angels]

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When; A rainy midday, August 4th
Rating; R for language
Characters; Jack Sparrow, Agent Sands, Uriel, Norrington, and Jan Valentine (thus far)
Summary; There are far too many people on Jack's beach, for one thing. For another, he has to "save" Sands from the rising tide while he's awaiting the arrival of the angel he won in auction.
Log;

If it wasn't so amusing, the task of rescuing a drugged and disoriented Sands from the beach and it's threatening tides would annoy the piss out of Jack. Mostly because he would rather not have the agent aboard his ship with his new "slave" arrives. Likely it won't go too poorly, though, and he'd rather not watch his twin's drowned corpse float by his ship in a few hours.

Jack is bothered by the Going Merry sharing his ocean, but at least it brought with it a proper dock (lord this is a strange place). He takes the rain spattered walk from ship to shore, letting boots echo on boards, then tracks across the sand to nudge his lookalike with the toe of a boot.
"Alright, up then if you're coming to see my new purchase."

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Sands is starting to have a real problem. He refuses to wait until Jan is available to measure out the morphine and he can't see how much he's shooting- just going by feel. With a drug like that it's really not the thing to do.
His head cocks to the side listening for someone when Jan arrives. But the vampire is quiet. If he knew about the silent treatment he was getting there would be a pouting to end all poutings.

He shot up first thing in the morning and didn't think of eating first. He shot too much. It made him sick so he's more disoriented then he should be by now.
If asked- Sands would claim he's acting this way because his head hurts. Because he threw up. Because he just forgot to eat. Because he just felt like it. And there would be a fuck you in there as well.
Sands is acting like a junkie and in his more lucid moments he knows it.