Log:Ongoing

[13-year-captain.livejournal.com]

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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"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.

[13-year-captain.livejournal.com]

"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.

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