Log: Ongoing [Of Sand and Angels]

[13-year-captain.livejournal.com]

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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[malkuthmalakh.livejournal.com]

Uriel takes an umbrella to the chin with astonishing grace. Head snaps up, head snaps down. Small trickle of blood runs down his neck and stops about half way down (sharp things umbrellas). After a second or two's pause and bewildered staring off into the distance, he looks at Jan, and gathers from the righteous fury in his aura that he's telling the truth.

"I am sorry, Jan. You have done as I wished you to then, and used it for pain." This was pretty much the angelic equivalent of "I deserved that."
He bowed, and with a nod to Norrington and Sands turned back to Jack and followed him to the dock.

[[ooc: God, zimon, that was the funniest image I've seen in my head all morning. Umbrella upside the angel head! You rock.]]

[heart0foak.livejournal.com]

Norrington watched the various altercations with some amusement. He'd met the angel before, when he stumbled into the Xanadu gardens wounded, and knew him for an odd, if decent cove, and was therefore marginally bothered when Jan gave him the Mary Poppins treatment.

As they walked to the docks, he handed him a slightly grubby handkerchief. Uriel looked at him confusedly and took the square of silk.

"What is this?" He said, holding it out.

Norrington rolled his eyes. "Oh give it here, you useless fellow." He said, taking it back and wiping at the angel's injured chin, an action that required him to reach upwards slightly, despite being a good six foot one and a half. Uriel flinched back a little, afraid someone was going to hit him again. "Calm down, man." Norrington said, stuffing a handkerchief full of curiously dark angel blood back in his weskit pocket.

"Thank you for your aid." The Angel said dusting dried opiates off his hands. "I have seen you before. Your heart was full of anger then, that is lessened now. That is good."

Norrington shrugged. "I've been acting the fool at little less lately. Although not last night of course. Living and letting live, as it were." The angel gave him a little bow of approval and then turned his attention back to his new master.