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Deep in a bayou near the mouth of the Pantano River, a wooden shack sits among twisted vines, high roots, and still, stagnant water. Moonlight illuminates the scene, and the shack is lit from within by what seems like hundreds of candles. A single lantern at the entrance beckons all those who dare to step over the threshold.

Not long ago, only a few days or so, the shack and tangle of surrounding trees was the site of a wake for Captain Jack Sparrow.

The shack had been overflowing with pirates that night. Tia Dalma offered drinks to fight the chill and the sorrow, and the return of another dead pirate gave the crew hope where previously there had been none. Some of those pirates seemed to disappear that night. No one asked too many questions, however, as the shack is bigger than it appears on the outside and the unexpected is to be expected wherever Tia Dalma is found.

But now the missing parties are starting to return. Some are even accompanied by people who had not been there before.

Date: 2007-07-06 08:56 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bushel-o-apples.livejournal.com
Honestly it was more of a blind shot than anything else, knowing Jack's liking for a fair face, but he's pleased to see a reaction.

"Oh, that's an easy one, miss Swann."

He smiles and tilts his head, his voice softening to a hoarse whisper.

"You just wait long enough and you'll unerringly find out."

And is he just joking about the inevitability of death, ot just implying that tagging along him or maybe Jack will hasten that result?

Date: 2007-07-08 06:35 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] try_corsets
Either way, Elizabeth meets his comment with a bold stare, as if she's looking Death himself in the eye and is determined to stare him down.

"Yes," she says. "And I plan to wait a long, long time."

Date: 2007-07-08 06:53 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bushel-o-apples.livejournal.com
He seems to find some measure of pride in being stared at like that. His smile softens a tad and he nods.

"Good for you, miss Swann. Though bear in mind Death seldom pays any heed to the plans that we mortals make."

Date: 2007-07-09 12:51 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] try_corsets
Elizabeth searches his eyes, and eventually draws back as if satisfied with what she sees. For the moment.

"For ourselves, to be certain," is murmured while she returns to her former seat.

There's no sense in continuing to push him. Not yet, at any rate.

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