tampered | Log:Ongoing

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.
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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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The approval and acclaim are totally unexpected, but Jack soaks it up all the same. He smiles gladly and drinks down more of this new kind of booze. Tequila is fun!

He returns the toast, laughing as well, though he has less understanding of what it is he's laughing at.
"I've been called a great many things. I'll not take offense to that one, mate."

"I do think you'd do well aboard a pirate ship as well. You'd be a fabulous pirate, Shel. Though...I'd not have you on my crew. You're a clear threat for mutiny."

He makes a disbelieving sound into his glass. "I can't swim. I dislike boats, fish, and sodomy. But you've never been so right about the mutiny. I'm a professional."
He laughs at Jack knowing him so well. Not that he hides what a bastard he is.

"What would a 'fabulous pirate' entail I wonder? Besides having our face at the helm."

"Inability to swim is common and not a worry. I've had more than one man on crew that considered the skill an ill omen. We all hate fish. 'Least after the first few months at sea. And buggery is avoidable with a good imagination and care not to drink oneself into too heavy a sleep. Of course, you'll have backstabbed and bargained your way to captaincy before long at all, earning yourself your own quarters and the relative anal safety that does provide."

He lays back, tipping his hat down to shade his eyes as he drinks.

"A great pirate is a man who will work hard for what best serves his wants and needs, and for no other cause. This is whot makes the Captain's position a challenge. You're out to serve yourself, but if in doing you fail to bring the crew what they're after, you'll wake to a sword at your throat. It becomes a balance then of doing what's best for all when it suits you, and convincing the rest of the company that you are serving their needs when you haven't the time or interest to truly bother with it. ... I do think having our face is a help in that, truly."
Jack laughs and wonders how much 'looking' trustworthy does help him. He only looks half innocent, anyway...a liar with sweet eyes.

"I thought we chose different paths, Echo. But your anarchy sounds just the same coming from our mouth. We rose in our separate careers in order to be free of... people or positions we would otherwise be trapped under.
You must think me a fool for starting a war with the Gods. It's okay because everyone does. They stand behind me ready to see me killed, or die, because that's all we can do here. I know we will fail. But I will hunt them down just the same.
I'll deliver you the other crew members to go to Jones. With full personal history and familial hardships left behind, if you wish. When you get The Black Peal back in your hands I'll take up the Captain's wheel the the Swann under your command.
Best the knives we wake up to are in our own hands."

Finishing off the rest in his glass he holds it out between them for Jack to fill from his bottle.
"I'm accepting your offer. But I refuse to touch your prick."

"Different means to the same end, then. I'd seen what it was to serve under other men's leadership and I found it somehow lacking.
I know you're a fool for this plan...but I've been a fool long enough to recognize it has its benefits and its place. I agreed to be part, did I not? If we're to be trapped here and without death, than it's a foul sort of complacency to simply let our jailers torment us without retaliation."

He's lost a lot of faith in Sands. Jack never believed his twin to be an honest man, he probably wouldn't have liked him if that was the case, but he trusted that he recognized enough of himself in his twin to be able to predict his actions. With that safety lost, he worries. Still...a smile creeps slow across his lips when Sands agrees to Captain the Swann. He'll set Will in position as first mate and watch the personalities clash. Should Will be half as strong as he has capacity for, he'll survive...maybe even rise against Sands. It's cruel, but Jack never pushed Bootstrap to be more opportunistic or aggressive and it ended the man twice cursed and damned.
This is a plan for making amends.

"Excellent, brother. You shall likely never come to regret this agreement. Though, you may feel badly for the choice to avoid having a handshake with my knob. ... Once you hear words of acclaim from others, you understand."

Jack might be underestimating his twin as far as brutality toward his men go. But then again- he knows Will well by now.
Though sensitive to changes in mood as part of the job, Sands has always seriously lacked the ability to know when he's pushed a man too far. He thinks that all is well between them- or that he at least has things back to the way they were. He's not expecting retaliation for his part in Lucy's bad day.
He trusts Jack to fuck with him, but since this is what the pirate wanted, he doesn't see that things have changed and he's accepting something that might not only prove to be of no benefit to him, but a danger as well.
Will is a better captain, sailor, and man. Sands might just break a record for how quickly he's mutinied against.

He grabs his own crotch. "I believe I have some idea of the wonder. Unless elephantitis has blessed you with a larger size I'll still pass on the opportunity to be wowed."

He may be underestimating, but he's also counting on Sands to be harsh as Captain in ways he would never manage himself. Jack feels Will needs that and it shall be a test for Sands as well. If he can understand the position at all, his methods will change quickly...or he will fall.

Jack laughs, finding it funny and strange that he and Sands (most likely) are as identical below the belt as above. He raises the bottle to take another drink and spots the thing floating in it. Tilting the bottle, the worm is given close consideration.
"Shel? Hate to worry you, mate...but there is some sort of nasty little grub in this bottle."
He takes a swig. "Doesn't much hurt it, I don't imagine."
And he refills Sands' glass.

"Oh that. It's an agave worm, which is actually a butterfly larva. The worms bore into the agave plant's pineapple like heart, and quite a few get cooked up in the brew used to make mescal. It's supposed to make you hallucinate but the fact is you have to get to the bottom of the bottle to eat it so you're already there worm or not.
Best thing about the drink."

Sands drinks slower but not enough to fall behind.
"Where would I find a crew here? You were unable to gather enough people to sail the one ship."

"Ha. A good story, true or not. The bastards are given a right fair way to die as well." Jack tips the bottle up and drinks with a bit more motivation. He's curious and impatient to get to that worm now.

"I can't say I put all too much effort into the recruiting. After finding few with the skill to sail and being warned time and again of the ocean's boundaries, having a truly functional crew seemed less important. Crewing the Swann with as many hands as she calls for will still be a task, but I can sail the Pearl with ten men...fewer if I'm forced. I know my ship and what can be done when fate demands. I've yet to have the months at sea with my new ship that would be needed to understand her fully."
Jack loves his ship more passionately and with more doting concern than he's ever offered a woman or any living person.

"It is important when we bring this fight to your port. You start training tomorrow, Sparrow. Including me. We'll gather them up. The useless ones go to Jones and we keep the people that can tell the difference between their own asshole and the poop deck.
...Does either of the ships have a poop deck?"
Jack's weirdness is noted. Sands feels he's disturbed and antisocial. The irony escapes him.

The actual need for a full and functioning crew and to have the ships sea worthy brings a pleased and wicked smile to the pirate's lips. The wrongs Sands has done him are forgotten in this moment; Sands has given Jack purpose.
"Fine, then. I shall inform Will and Elizabeth and they may aid me in training others. I'll put word out that further crew is needed, as well."

Jack tilts his head with a slight, if confused laugh.
"The Pearl has a poop deck, though the Swann has only the quarter (Oddly constructed, truly, with far too much bulk to the sterncastle. Rather surprised she doesn't capsize, actually.) ... Why do you ask?"

"The couple wont be on my ship at the same time will they? If I hear smacking I'm tossing the nearest one overboard."

"...Capsize? You have me on a floating bumble bee?" He has no idea what the 'stern castle' is but understands the physics.

"Oh, most assuredly not. I intend to use their experience at sea as excuse to split them, one to each ship. You shall have the lad, Will, and he should be decidedly less vocal about the inconvenience than his beloved. I believe she wants away from the ship I so graciously named for her, besides. You simply can not have romance aboard a ship without it causing incident."

Jack wonders what, exactly, a bee has to do with anything, but moves on from it.
"Don't worry yourself over it. I've had her in open water and she's not sunk yet. If it troubles you, we shall give her a proper test in port before ever setting out. She seems sturdy, though, and more so since the City's renovations."

"You expect me to stand by while your murder joins your crew. So she can what exactly? Keep practicing until she gets it right?"
Sands is very very protective of Jack (who he sees as himself) with Liz (who he sees as Aljerez in a dress). Her being near him makes him constipated. As if someone was making a bad movie based on his mutilation with eccentric actors and costumes. Women Are The Devil's Seed: Based on a true story.

He nods. "I enjoys tests. Lets do one of those."
No sinking for him, thank you.

"I want her close enough to me to keep under my watch." If Sands knew just how close Jack would like Elizabeth, his worries would undoubtedly double. "And I understand what she did because I would have done the same. So, in that understanding, comes knowing that she'll not repeat what it is she did without my first repeating the cause for her to do it. If I'm of use to her alive, I've naught to fear. .... Same as with you, Sheldon."
Jack sees the two as equally threatening to him, really.

"Soon as we have a full crew for her, we shall have them all on deck. A few runs of the full crew from the starboard rails to the port should prove if she's bound to tip or not."

"I shot you in the leg. This woman fed you to a whale. You can't be sure she'll keep you alive. You think that's the plan but women always have other plans. You don't know."
He said the same thing about Aljerez when another agent warned him off. He's quite bothered by all this. So he drinks more, sneering at nothing. Jack has to make his own decisions. Sands just fears they both make the same wrong ones.

"So... the crew does practice drills of raising the sails or whatever ans that will tell us if it's seaworthy?"
That was pretty much gibberish to him.

"That, Shel, is why I am not making it her sole duty to keep me alive. I know well enough to realize I am the only one who shall ever have my continued well being as a primary goal. And should she have so much as a thought of taking my life, I will have her close enough to know of said thoughts and to crush her for it."
With so much else to worry about, Jack's told himself he doesn't need or want revenge for this. Not yet. Surely there shall be a time for it, if it's needed. But it will itch in his mind none-the-less. Even if he knows he would have done the same in her place.

"... Yes..Something like that."
Explaining further wouldn't do much good. Drinking will, though, and so he does.

Sands drops it. Jack knows what he's doing... pretty much. There's a long suffering sigh but he doesn't say anything else.

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