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tampered2006-08-28 01:01 am
13-year-captain.livejournal.com) wrote in tampered2006-08-28 01:01 am
Log:Ongoing
When; Evening of the 27th
Rating; PG13
Characters; Jack Sparrow and Agent Sands
Summary; Jack doesn't want to speak to Sands again. He certainly isn't ready for it. But Sands has called him out and so Jack agrees to talk with the man.
Log;
There's no way around it, though. Ignoring Sands would only make things a thousand times worse. Who knows how the man would choose to lash out over it? Jack would much rather be there to gage everything. And so, he pulls on his coat and trudges through the melting snow up the dock to the door of apartment thirteen. Quite a lot of weather to endure to go next door.
He's wet, cold, and wearing his anger and impatience clearly when he finally knocks at Sands' door. As he knocks, his free hand stays on his gun, ready to draw on his twin if need be.
Rating; PG13
Characters; Jack Sparrow and Agent Sands
Summary; Jack doesn't want to speak to Sands again. He certainly isn't ready for it. But Sands has called him out and so Jack agrees to talk with the man.
Log;
There's no way around it, though. Ignoring Sands would only make things a thousand times worse. Who knows how the man would choose to lash out over it? Jack would much rather be there to gage everything. And so, he pulls on his coat and trudges through the melting snow up the dock to the door of apartment thirteen. Quite a lot of weather to endure to go next door.
He's wet, cold, and wearing his anger and impatience clearly when he finally knocks at Sands' door. As he knocks, his free hand stays on his gun, ready to draw on his twin if need be.
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"That is one I heard quite often. From my mum or those returning me to 'er... the poor woman... No one else calls you Shel? Seems a good name to me."
Thankfully, discussion of mothers and names seems as though it may be safely deterred with drinking. Jack doesn't recognize what he's handed and would call you a liar if you told him it's a specialized brandy, but he'll drink it just the same. Once Sands has taken a sip, at least, and proven it safe.
"I don' know... I think I should like to see that. Royalty, to my knowledge, has rarely been more than the sickly and the slow witted. Rulers to revere and bow before as other man mold the world from the wings. It's no surprise, to be honest, that one could take the wit and free spirit of a pirate or rogue and fit him to the mold of the ruling class...all it takes is enough power given over. Or even, really, the illusion of power. Still...the people of a nation run like a pirate port must be interesting. Then of course, there's the fact I'd rather not die."
Watching Sands drink, the pirate finally accepts his own and takes a long pull from the bottle. Bit of a stronger burn than he'd expected for a clear alcohol and he's glad Sands can't see his face. He'll be ready for it now.