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When; night of Sep 18
Rating;PG13
Characters; Sands and Jack
Summary; Sands misses annoying his twin in person and asks to come by the Black Swann
Log; He can feel her soft footsteps from the bedroom, not even bothering to get up when she walks in on this strange scene. Why bother looking sane? She knows him well enough by now.
But sometime that morning he had realized something was wrong. Missing. It took him until late afternoon to figure it out. Sands misses Jack.
He's been so preoccupied with having Rangiku around he lost interest in playing with his other friends. So now, feeling like he's said the wrong thing to his best girl, Sands gives her some much needed alone time and goes next door to the beach.
He builds a small fire, taking his time and appreciating the fact that he's doing it himself of getting a lackey to. Sands is dressed in case he gets a sailing lesson (and if not he enjoys blending in as much as he can). The black pants are of a slightly different cut and very much not the modern jean material. They are rolled up past his ankles as he buries his bare feet into the still warm sand under him. His shirt is white and much less form fitting then he's used to. The bandanna to keep his hair out of the way is a darker red and he's sure it's less 'sea queer' then the one he saw in Jack's mind.

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Anger creases his brow and there's a low, growling sound in Jack's throat. Finally he draws the glock from his belt and leans forward to have it better centered in its aim between Sands' eyes.
"Tell me, does this seem like a 'baa' to you, eh?"

To Jack, this is casual. This is a common mid-point for their conversations. Eventually, someone pulls a gun. It's rarely serious. He laughs and lowers the gun.
"That's a bloody fool accusation to make, mate."

Oh, he remembers the Lucy incident much differently.

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Sands stares past the barrel at Jack's face looking bored. It's a good trick when your balls are receding. Though it's common- the thing that makes it fun is that any day it could go farther.

"Stop bogarding or I wont share." He pulls out a joint from his cigarette case and lights up intending to get that bottle back.

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That truly is what's fun about the whole thing. One day one will blow the other's brains out, and maybe the only good thing about this place is that they'll be able to go back to playing the game again the next day.

"Oh...well, the pay is certainly good enough." Another short drink and he passes the bottle over in trade, he's assuming, for the ganja.

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Sands speaks holding in the smoke.
"The pay is the best this city has to offer."
He exhales as he leans forward to pass and take the bottle, blowing the smoke in his twins face.

"Like Amsterdam without the plane ride."

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His lip curls as he waves the smoke away. Jack reaches to take the cigarette, discarding the tobacco one he'd been given earlier.

"I fail to see what in hell it has to do with the Dutch."
Not that it matters much. He takes a drag, breathing the thick smoke out slowly through his nose.
"Filthy bastards. I say another decently run war and enough of them left dead would show them reason and have them out of the Company's way, but the crown hasn't the stones for it."

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"Hey. Waste not want not you fucker."

His amusement in Jack's confusion about his Amsterdam comment disappears as he blinks slowly taking in what just came out of his friends mouth. Shock is hard to see on Sands' face, more like a switch turns off and for a short moment he's just a blank thing one could knock over with a feather.
Where the fuck did that come from? Jack sounds exactly like him- only a touch more bitter.

"... what?" Oh yeah. His training as a fast and witty agent is kicking into full gear now.
After several starts and stops (the bottle uselessly held halfway to his mouth this whole time) he gets something out.
"You know- every nation is on the very cusp of war with themselves. The easiest trick in the book is to turn it to their neighbor."
He studies Jack's reaction to this suggestion as if he was watching a man start to chew his own foot. The pirate has obviously been spending far too much time with him and it shows.

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Another short hit and he holds the cigarette out to Sands to trade off again.
"Of course. I've traveled far enough to know more than half the population of any place are weak minded idiots. Another waiting target is as good a way as any to keep them from each other's throats. With savages it's even easier. If one of their godforsaken tribes refuses to cooperate, merely provide liquor and weapons to the other. Problem solves itself."

Jack smiles, slow nd cruel. It's more of a tight line and a distant, mad look to his eyes than his usual easy smile.
"There are few things as profitable as war. Especially those you do not fight in yourself."