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Log: Complete
When; Just after Jack's wounds from his fight with Sands have been tended to.
Rating; G (wow!)
Characters; Jack Sparrow (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
13_year_captain) and Tia Dalma (tiaxdalma)
Summary; Jacks wounds have been healed and dressed and now Tia sees to keeping him still and calm by reworking the braids and dreads in his hair. She also has to tell him about Jones, however.
Log;
Jack Sparrow: By the time his visitors are sent out, Jack's knee is almost back to being usable and his bruises are well tended to. He's still a bit disoriented from the concussion, but on the whole feeling much less like a dying thing. Despite improvements, however, he's inclined to look as weak and feeble as possible as he curls on his bed and lets Tia Dalma nurse him back to health. No matter how far you take him from his mother, a momma's boy is always just that. "I'm still dizzy."
Tia Dalma: Tia shook her head and smiled to herself at Jack's little pleas, and finishes the herbal mixture she'd been preparing. In a while, she'd put it on the worst of Jack's wounds, and they'd be healed by morning. The blood had to congeal properly first, however. She put it aside and settled aside Jack on his bed. "My poor Captain," she purred, indulging his cry for attention whole heartedly. Tia had never truly known why she found this act of his so endearing, but she did. She pet his forehead and hair, and wondered a bit at this place, that Jack Sparrow would be so weak to its curses and wiles.
Jack Sparrow: Jack snuggles close and nods against her. He truly is a thing worthy of pity, isn't he? He will clearly need more petting. "...The bastard ripped out my hair, you know." Shooting him in the knee had been acceptable, but tearing out half of one of Jack's dreads was something the pirate would not forgive as easily. He pouts at Tia, because he knows she'll sympathize.
It's hard to say why the city's curses hit him so hard. Perhaps it's because he's felt weak since his arrival and simply isn't fighting them. Perhaps...Jack is just bored.
Tia Dalma: Tia made a little 'tsk'ing noise, and reached over to her bag and selected a comb, and some wax and oil. She shifted so that Jack's head was in her lap, and slipped off his bandana, and began to take out the braids and little trinkets woven in his hair. She herself was sporting a wrap to keep her hair away from her face, having done quite a bit of leaning and moving about putting Jack back together again after his duel. "We have to fix it then," she said, petting his head gently. Reworking dreadlocks was something she was rather skilled in, preferring to do her own hair, no matter how awkward. She could cover up the unfortunate little bald spot on his scalp, as well as just.. fix him up in general.
Jack Sparrow: Having his hair worked on, even when the ratty bits were being tugged at and re-woven, is something Jack has always found relaxing. He doesn't know how to work the dreads in himself, and he never intends to learn. He would much rather have a woman do it for him. It's a pity he won't allow just anyone to be so close and certainly won't let just anyone move or handle the beads and charms he keeps tethered to his head. Tia was the first to do this to his hair and she is the one he trusts most to fix it.
He sighs contentedly in her lap as her able fingers work at readying his hair. "That was incredibly bloody stupid, wasn't it?" There are few mistakes in his life he's as quick to acknowledge, but fighting is twin was a glaring error.
Tia Dalma: "It was," she sighed, and parted a piece of hair, beginning to work it into the tight familiar rope. "But you not as stupid as some... your actions be forced, on some way." She leaned back on the headboard, fingers working slowly, not wanting to make Jack any more uncomfortable than he was. "Not like some..." her voice had an oddly flat edge to it. Eventually, she would tell him about ... well. About the rather obvious problem of the Flying Dutchman being moored next to his own ship. But the words did not come easy. She knew that here in this world, the truth about her past relationship with Jones would come out, and that depressed her.
Jack Sparrow: He knows he's done wrong, but she isn't angry with him and it seems as though Sands will forgive him as well, and so Jack will continue living without any real remorse. Good. He had hoped not to be burdened with such things. He smiles up at her a moment, then breathes a sigh. "I hate these curses. Bloody things happen when your not expecting and cause a man to do the most mindless things. Which is to say, I'm rather sorry I ran off on you this morning." Another flash of gold in an open grin. "Could have saved myself all manner of trouble if I'd just had the sense to stay in bed. Though, I hate t'think what sort of things I'd have said."
Tia Dalma: Tia was separating a braid and making a new lock over the part where Sands had uprooted his hair as Jack was speaking. "You not say much at all if you had stayed," she said, "Because I turn you into a little puppy after the first words fly from your mouth." She gave Jack's nose an affectionate poke before working some oil into his scalp to ease the process. The curses in this place were mysterious indeed. The powers that controlled the city were not entirely known to her, and it was not her way to become involved unnecessarily, so it would be very difficult to find a way to let Jack escape their power.. but she might be able to break him from its hold once it began... yet, had he paid attentions to his lessons when he first visited her as a younger man, he might not be so easily taken in.
Jack Sparrow: Jack would resent the belief that he had not paid proper attention to her when she taught him. He was very attentive. He memorized everything about the shape of her lips, the way she smells, the way she moves. He was a very attentive student. It's possible some of her actual words got in as well, though much of it was set aside or forgotten simply because Jack always imagined having a better way out than a magic and belief that he was simply not skilled with. A lot of big words, you understand. French, African and Creole words. Hard to remember.
"Oh, I could be a very good puppy, I think. Not that I'd want to be, mind." He laughs and reaches up to stroke her cheek, making sad puppy eyes at her. Puppy dog eyes the go very wide suddenly. Jack's brow furrows and he snaps his hand shut, pulling it close to his chest as if it had been burned. He opens it slowly, close to his face, and pouts as though all hope has gone from the world. "...Oh bugger..." Without even looking at Tia, he shows her his open palm and the horrid looking black spot.
Tia Dalma: Tia took his hand and frowned at it, then let it go with a long, frustrated sigh. She paused for a moment, and then continued on with his hair, slowly as ever. "Like I say before about some people being much more stupid," she said, her voice low, "Your friend Norrington bring him heart into the city." It hurt her to know that even here, Davy wasn't going to let go of his vendetta against the pirate. "I know him give it to you.." she trailed off. She had told Norrington she'd taken it, when in reality, she'd just checked to see where it was. She wouldn't steal from Jack, unless it was life and death - and it wasn't at that point yet. She knew how to work the heart to control Jones, and she'd do it if necessary, but she wanted no part in it.
Jack Sparrow: She makes having the heart here sound like a bad thing, and Jack tries not to look guilty. "He might have. ... We were only working at finding a quick and safe way out of here, savvy?" Why is he bothering with this? There are more important matters, right now, no matter how good her fingers in his hair might feel. Jack pulls away from her hands and sits up. He sways a bit at the sudden movement and has to steady himself. "I've had the blasted thing hidden here for weeks. Why did this only happen now?" He holds his hand up again. "Seems a little slow for this sort of thing." He grabs for a spare bit of bandage to wrap over his palm, though he doubts anyone in this city would have the sense to fear the mark on him if they saw it.
Tia Dalma: "Lay back down," Tia said - her voice was still low, but there was a steel edge to her voice. "He bothers now because the one who stole it be here permanently now. It my error, I not see this when..." she looked away, eyes downcast. "It be my fault." She was scared of Davy Jones, and it was obvious - from her reaction now to years ago when she'd so vocally warned Jack away from dealing with him. She did not want Jack to know about their past, but she also knew that she would rather him find out from her directly than from Jones.
Jack Sparrow: The commanding tone of her voice is something he picks up on instantly, but Jack is frightened and angry enough not to obey. Still, it stops him from getting fully out of bed, making it only so far as having one leg over the edge. Jack's a little surprised when she takes the blame for it, and more so when she seems honestly worried; frightened, even. "If this is some punishment for Norrington's stealing that heart, then I think it'd be better placed on his skin." Sparrow scowls at the spot, hating the way it serves as a reminder of his failures. Then worry strikes his features as well and he turns wide, brown eyes to Tia with a weak grin. "At least neither the man nor his terrible beastie can chase me this far, eh? I find there are few pursuers who will track a man all the way into hell." He chuckles nervously and finishes wrapping his hand.
Tia Dalma: She didn't really think he'd sit back down, but she'd hoped he would - fiddling with his hair would have calmed her down a bit. Being nervous did not please Tia. She hated feeling out of sorts, and kept her head down, not wanting to look at Jack. She could leave - she could go back to their universe and forget it all, and she'd know Davy would never figure out his own way back with no one to follow. But she'd have to abandon Jack... She closed her eyes, conflicted.
Jack Sparrow: The silence is less than reassuring. Jack tilts his head and leans in close, eyeing Tia as she thinks. "...If you're wondering, this is where you say something fantastically comforting, like 'You right, Jack. Him never be able to follow you between the worlds. Him not that smart.'" The imitation isn't good and it isn't meant to be. He hopes she'll laugh. He hopes she'll laugh and tell him he's right, and not to worry. Then they can go back to just playing with his hair and being comfortable and quiet. Jack's eyes are pleading and his grin hopeful as he waits to be told it will all be alright.
Tia Dalma: Tia couldn't help but crack a smile at Jack's attempt to turn the situation into something silly and light. Oh, how she wanted it to be ... She reached out and touched the side of his face and gave him a genuine, if tired, smile. "It be all right," she said softly. "I think he not know where he is, or why. Maybe he use this place to escape his own life and... we just avoid each other. He not want his heart inside him, anyway." She hoped so dearly that would be true ... but it would not. She knew Jack would know better than to believer her, but maybe he would pretend along with her, and they could be happy for a while longer.
Jack Sparrow: Jack wants dearly to believe Tia; to believe everything would be fine and there's nothing for him to worry over. The problem is, that the truth is so far from fine. Until now, he hadn't known Jones was in the City. Jack had been too distracted with fighting, bleeding, and trying to heal. He sinks a bit in his seat and casts his eyes down, deep in thought. It's only in these moments that -if one looks close enough- they can see the man is not so daft as he appears. "So he is here..." Being in service to Jones and the Dutchman for one hundred years and in this city all at once is a terrifying idea. One Jack needs escape from. "...If he's here, than surely he's as lost as any of the rest of us -present company excluded- and likely in no position to make demands." It's a reassuring hope.
Jack lies back again, resting his head in Tia Dalma's lap and folding his hands on his chest. "...Something will need to be done, though, won't it?"
Tia Dalma: It was too good of a thought to be true, but it might hold some water, so to speak. Jones was no longer in his own sea, and he would not be able to command it. The gods in this place took too much pride in their little world to allow another that level of power. He would not have his crew, and he would not have the Kraken. He would be made significantly less of a threat here, but not less terrifying. "I think your friend Norrington go to parley with him," she said, hands resuming their work in his hair. "I think he be catching something from you." Her voice held a soft note of humor in it, unconsciously lightening the mood between them.
Jack Sparrow: He wrinkles his nose and works hard at looking offended, but Jack quickly has to concede that she may have a bit of a point with a small shrug. "I wouldn't be entirely sure of that.. He was doing damn fool things before too much exposure to my thinking." Jack tilts his head back to meet her eyes with an almost prideful grin. "Chased me through a hurricane, you know." He likes feeling that important, even if it's at risk of his own life. "Good that he's going to speak with Jones. Saves me the trouble... If he survives, that is." For a moment, he almost looks worried for the ex-Commodore. Not that he'd ever admit to it.
Tia Dalma: "Such things you inspire!" Tia laughed, tying off a braid with some replaced charms on it. "Jones not seem to want to be doing much socializing, and that be fine with me. Him can stay on him ship, I be fine with that." She smoothed Jack's hair down, now finished, and just playing with it idly. She thought about putting in some pink ribbons, but Jack had already been though a bit of a shock, no need to make him worse.
Jack Sparrow: "Oh yes. I put men and women alike to doing terribly questionable things..." He tilts his head back more freely once Tia's done working at his hair, and smiles at her. "Though, perhaps I caught that from you?" Jack has always felt lucky to be as willful and stubborn as he is. With Tia Dalma, he can only imagine the lengths she'd send lesser men to. He chuckles and begins idly playing with his freshly re-worked dreads and the beads that hang among them. "And that ugly git can keep to his ship. I only wish he'd keep said ship a bit further from me."
Tia Dalma: Tia smiled softly and placed her hands on either side of Jack's face, touching him softly, running her fingers down to his shoulders and simply petting him idly. It was not in her nature to be subservient to anyone, especially men, but to those she was close to, she enjoyed little intimacies greatly. She'd missed the way Jack pandered to her touch, and the little attention-seeking things he did... in other men, it might be annoying, but Jack made it endearing. "It be a small sea here, though, even the one at home be too small for the both of you... sometimes, Jack, I be thinking there be no sea big enough to hold you."
Jack Sparrow: Oh, and he does pander to gentle touch. Jack presses to one of her hands and rubs his rough cheek against it like a big cat. He gives an annoyed nod in agreement to the unfortunate size of the available ocean. Then there's a soft, distant smile as Jack meets her eyes. "That may be, love, but I will sail every sea ships can reach and every inch of the world those waters can bring me to before I'm certain of it. And if that is not enough?" Jack laughs and closes his eyes settling into her lap. "Perhaps my next death will have the decency to leave me somewhere with wider waters." In Jack Sparrow's dreams, the sea stretches on forever and anything it touches is his for the taking.
Rating; G (wow!)
Characters; Jack Sparrow (
13_year_captain) and Tia Dalma (tiaxdalma)Summary; Jacks wounds have been healed and dressed and now Tia sees to keeping him still and calm by reworking the braids and dreads in his hair. She also has to tell him about Jones, however.
Log;
Jack Sparrow: By the time his visitors are sent out, Jack's knee is almost back to being usable and his bruises are well tended to. He's still a bit disoriented from the concussion, but on the whole feeling much less like a dying thing. Despite improvements, however, he's inclined to look as weak and feeble as possible as he curls on his bed and lets Tia Dalma nurse him back to health. No matter how far you take him from his mother, a momma's boy is always just that. "I'm still dizzy."
Tia Dalma: Tia shook her head and smiled to herself at Jack's little pleas, and finishes the herbal mixture she'd been preparing. In a while, she'd put it on the worst of Jack's wounds, and they'd be healed by morning. The blood had to congeal properly first, however. She put it aside and settled aside Jack on his bed. "My poor Captain," she purred, indulging his cry for attention whole heartedly. Tia had never truly known why she found this act of his so endearing, but she did. She pet his forehead and hair, and wondered a bit at this place, that Jack Sparrow would be so weak to its curses and wiles.
Jack Sparrow: Jack snuggles close and nods against her. He truly is a thing worthy of pity, isn't he? He will clearly need more petting. "...The bastard ripped out my hair, you know." Shooting him in the knee had been acceptable, but tearing out half of one of Jack's dreads was something the pirate would not forgive as easily. He pouts at Tia, because he knows she'll sympathize.
It's hard to say why the city's curses hit him so hard. Perhaps it's because he's felt weak since his arrival and simply isn't fighting them. Perhaps...Jack is just bored.
Tia Dalma: Tia made a little 'tsk'ing noise, and reached over to her bag and selected a comb, and some wax and oil. She shifted so that Jack's head was in her lap, and slipped off his bandana, and began to take out the braids and little trinkets woven in his hair. She herself was sporting a wrap to keep her hair away from her face, having done quite a bit of leaning and moving about putting Jack back together again after his duel. "We have to fix it then," she said, petting his head gently. Reworking dreadlocks was something she was rather skilled in, preferring to do her own hair, no matter how awkward. She could cover up the unfortunate little bald spot on his scalp, as well as just.. fix him up in general.
Jack Sparrow: Having his hair worked on, even when the ratty bits were being tugged at and re-woven, is something Jack has always found relaxing. He doesn't know how to work the dreads in himself, and he never intends to learn. He would much rather have a woman do it for him. It's a pity he won't allow just anyone to be so close and certainly won't let just anyone move or handle the beads and charms he keeps tethered to his head. Tia was the first to do this to his hair and she is the one he trusts most to fix it.
He sighs contentedly in her lap as her able fingers work at readying his hair. "That was incredibly bloody stupid, wasn't it?" There are few mistakes in his life he's as quick to acknowledge, but fighting is twin was a glaring error.
Tia Dalma: "It was," she sighed, and parted a piece of hair, beginning to work it into the tight familiar rope. "But you not as stupid as some... your actions be forced, on some way." She leaned back on the headboard, fingers working slowly, not wanting to make Jack any more uncomfortable than he was. "Not like some..." her voice had an oddly flat edge to it. Eventually, she would tell him about ... well. About the rather obvious problem of the Flying Dutchman being moored next to his own ship. But the words did not come easy. She knew that here in this world, the truth about her past relationship with Jones would come out, and that depressed her.
Jack Sparrow: He knows he's done wrong, but she isn't angry with him and it seems as though Sands will forgive him as well, and so Jack will continue living without any real remorse. Good. He had hoped not to be burdened with such things. He smiles up at her a moment, then breathes a sigh. "I hate these curses. Bloody things happen when your not expecting and cause a man to do the most mindless things. Which is to say, I'm rather sorry I ran off on you this morning." Another flash of gold in an open grin. "Could have saved myself all manner of trouble if I'd just had the sense to stay in bed. Though, I hate t'think what sort of things I'd have said."
Tia Dalma: Tia was separating a braid and making a new lock over the part where Sands had uprooted his hair as Jack was speaking. "You not say much at all if you had stayed," she said, "Because I turn you into a little puppy after the first words fly from your mouth." She gave Jack's nose an affectionate poke before working some oil into his scalp to ease the process. The curses in this place were mysterious indeed. The powers that controlled the city were not entirely known to her, and it was not her way to become involved unnecessarily, so it would be very difficult to find a way to let Jack escape their power.. but she might be able to break him from its hold once it began... yet, had he paid attentions to his lessons when he first visited her as a younger man, he might not be so easily taken in.
Jack Sparrow: Jack would resent the belief that he had not paid proper attention to her when she taught him. He was very attentive. He memorized everything about the shape of her lips, the way she smells, the way she moves. He was a very attentive student. It's possible some of her actual words got in as well, though much of it was set aside or forgotten simply because Jack always imagined having a better way out than a magic and belief that he was simply not skilled with. A lot of big words, you understand. French, African and Creole words. Hard to remember.
"Oh, I could be a very good puppy, I think. Not that I'd want to be, mind." He laughs and reaches up to stroke her cheek, making sad puppy eyes at her. Puppy dog eyes the go very wide suddenly. Jack's brow furrows and he snaps his hand shut, pulling it close to his chest as if it had been burned. He opens it slowly, close to his face, and pouts as though all hope has gone from the world. "...Oh bugger..." Without even looking at Tia, he shows her his open palm and the horrid looking black spot.
Tia Dalma: Tia took his hand and frowned at it, then let it go with a long, frustrated sigh. She paused for a moment, and then continued on with his hair, slowly as ever. "Like I say before about some people being much more stupid," she said, her voice low, "Your friend Norrington bring him heart into the city." It hurt her to know that even here, Davy wasn't going to let go of his vendetta against the pirate. "I know him give it to you.." she trailed off. She had told Norrington she'd taken it, when in reality, she'd just checked to see where it was. She wouldn't steal from Jack, unless it was life and death - and it wasn't at that point yet. She knew how to work the heart to control Jones, and she'd do it if necessary, but she wanted no part in it.
Jack Sparrow: She makes having the heart here sound like a bad thing, and Jack tries not to look guilty. "He might have. ... We were only working at finding a quick and safe way out of here, savvy?" Why is he bothering with this? There are more important matters, right now, no matter how good her fingers in his hair might feel. Jack pulls away from her hands and sits up. He sways a bit at the sudden movement and has to steady himself. "I've had the blasted thing hidden here for weeks. Why did this only happen now?" He holds his hand up again. "Seems a little slow for this sort of thing." He grabs for a spare bit of bandage to wrap over his palm, though he doubts anyone in this city would have the sense to fear the mark on him if they saw it.
Tia Dalma: "Lay back down," Tia said - her voice was still low, but there was a steel edge to her voice. "He bothers now because the one who stole it be here permanently now. It my error, I not see this when..." she looked away, eyes downcast. "It be my fault." She was scared of Davy Jones, and it was obvious - from her reaction now to years ago when she'd so vocally warned Jack away from dealing with him. She did not want Jack to know about their past, but she also knew that she would rather him find out from her directly than from Jones.
Jack Sparrow: The commanding tone of her voice is something he picks up on instantly, but Jack is frightened and angry enough not to obey. Still, it stops him from getting fully out of bed, making it only so far as having one leg over the edge. Jack's a little surprised when she takes the blame for it, and more so when she seems honestly worried; frightened, even. "If this is some punishment for Norrington's stealing that heart, then I think it'd be better placed on his skin." Sparrow scowls at the spot, hating the way it serves as a reminder of his failures. Then worry strikes his features as well and he turns wide, brown eyes to Tia with a weak grin. "At least neither the man nor his terrible beastie can chase me this far, eh? I find there are few pursuers who will track a man all the way into hell." He chuckles nervously and finishes wrapping his hand.
Tia Dalma: She didn't really think he'd sit back down, but she'd hoped he would - fiddling with his hair would have calmed her down a bit. Being nervous did not please Tia. She hated feeling out of sorts, and kept her head down, not wanting to look at Jack. She could leave - she could go back to their universe and forget it all, and she'd know Davy would never figure out his own way back with no one to follow. But she'd have to abandon Jack... She closed her eyes, conflicted.
Jack Sparrow: The silence is less than reassuring. Jack tilts his head and leans in close, eyeing Tia as she thinks. "...If you're wondering, this is where you say something fantastically comforting, like 'You right, Jack. Him never be able to follow you between the worlds. Him not that smart.'" The imitation isn't good and it isn't meant to be. He hopes she'll laugh. He hopes she'll laugh and tell him he's right, and not to worry. Then they can go back to just playing with his hair and being comfortable and quiet. Jack's eyes are pleading and his grin hopeful as he waits to be told it will all be alright.
Tia Dalma: Tia couldn't help but crack a smile at Jack's attempt to turn the situation into something silly and light. Oh, how she wanted it to be ... She reached out and touched the side of his face and gave him a genuine, if tired, smile. "It be all right," she said softly. "I think he not know where he is, or why. Maybe he use this place to escape his own life and... we just avoid each other. He not want his heart inside him, anyway." She hoped so dearly that would be true ... but it would not. She knew Jack would know better than to believer her, but maybe he would pretend along with her, and they could be happy for a while longer.
Jack Sparrow: Jack wants dearly to believe Tia; to believe everything would be fine and there's nothing for him to worry over. The problem is, that the truth is so far from fine. Until now, he hadn't known Jones was in the City. Jack had been too distracted with fighting, bleeding, and trying to heal. He sinks a bit in his seat and casts his eyes down, deep in thought. It's only in these moments that -if one looks close enough- they can see the man is not so daft as he appears. "So he is here..." Being in service to Jones and the Dutchman for one hundred years and in this city all at once is a terrifying idea. One Jack needs escape from. "...If he's here, than surely he's as lost as any of the rest of us -present company excluded- and likely in no position to make demands." It's a reassuring hope.
Jack lies back again, resting his head in Tia Dalma's lap and folding his hands on his chest. "...Something will need to be done, though, won't it?"
Tia Dalma: It was too good of a thought to be true, but it might hold some water, so to speak. Jones was no longer in his own sea, and he would not be able to command it. The gods in this place took too much pride in their little world to allow another that level of power. He would not have his crew, and he would not have the Kraken. He would be made significantly less of a threat here, but not less terrifying. "I think your friend Norrington go to parley with him," she said, hands resuming their work in his hair. "I think he be catching something from you." Her voice held a soft note of humor in it, unconsciously lightening the mood between them.
Jack Sparrow: He wrinkles his nose and works hard at looking offended, but Jack quickly has to concede that she may have a bit of a point with a small shrug. "I wouldn't be entirely sure of that.. He was doing damn fool things before too much exposure to my thinking." Jack tilts his head back to meet her eyes with an almost prideful grin. "Chased me through a hurricane, you know." He likes feeling that important, even if it's at risk of his own life. "Good that he's going to speak with Jones. Saves me the trouble... If he survives, that is." For a moment, he almost looks worried for the ex-Commodore. Not that he'd ever admit to it.
Tia Dalma: "Such things you inspire!" Tia laughed, tying off a braid with some replaced charms on it. "Jones not seem to want to be doing much socializing, and that be fine with me. Him can stay on him ship, I be fine with that." She smoothed Jack's hair down, now finished, and just playing with it idly. She thought about putting in some pink ribbons, but Jack had already been though a bit of a shock, no need to make him worse.
Jack Sparrow: "Oh yes. I put men and women alike to doing terribly questionable things..." He tilts his head back more freely once Tia's done working at his hair, and smiles at her. "Though, perhaps I caught that from you?" Jack has always felt lucky to be as willful and stubborn as he is. With Tia Dalma, he can only imagine the lengths she'd send lesser men to. He chuckles and begins idly playing with his freshly re-worked dreads and the beads that hang among them. "And that ugly git can keep to his ship. I only wish he'd keep said ship a bit further from me."
Tia Dalma: Tia smiled softly and placed her hands on either side of Jack's face, touching him softly, running her fingers down to his shoulders and simply petting him idly. It was not in her nature to be subservient to anyone, especially men, but to those she was close to, she enjoyed little intimacies greatly. She'd missed the way Jack pandered to her touch, and the little attention-seeking things he did... in other men, it might be annoying, but Jack made it endearing. "It be a small sea here, though, even the one at home be too small for the both of you... sometimes, Jack, I be thinking there be no sea big enough to hold you."
Jack Sparrow: Oh, and he does pander to gentle touch. Jack presses to one of her hands and rubs his rough cheek against it like a big cat. He gives an annoyed nod in agreement to the unfortunate size of the available ocean. Then there's a soft, distant smile as Jack meets her eyes. "That may be, love, but I will sail every sea ships can reach and every inch of the world those waters can bring me to before I'm certain of it. And if that is not enough?" Jack laughs and closes his eyes settling into her lap. "Perhaps my next death will have the decency to leave me somewhere with wider waters." In Jack Sparrow's dreams, the sea stretches on forever and anything it touches is his for the taking.