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Aug. 3rd, 2007 11:29 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bringmethatnpcDeep 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.
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.
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Date: 2007-07-08 07:05 pm (UTC)"Sao Feng." Elizabeth tries out the name, not bothering to hide her pessimism. "I find it hard to believe he will simply hand them over unless we have something to offer in return."
Her eyes graze over Barbossa and returned to Will. They are slightly unfocused, like she's purposely trying not to concentrate on his expression.
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Date: 2007-07-08 07:11 pm (UTC)Will makes a decision, and pulls out one of his own pistols, offering her the butt. They'll do doubt have the opportunity to acquire more before reaching Singapore.
"How is Tonks?"
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Date: 2007-07-09 12:45 am (UTC)Elizabeth blinks at the pistol, then accepts it with a small nod and tucks it into her waistband, feeling unmistakably better for its presence.
"Pregnant," she answers, "and stunned to be here, but she's hiding her concern well." It's admirable, really. "If anything, the door was just supposed to reappear."
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Date: 2007-07-09 07:41 am (UTC)"We'll find a way back for her," he says, but it's not a promise, not really. It doesn't have the strength of conviction he reserves for something really important. "Her and Mal. There'll be a way back."
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Date: 2007-07-09 04:53 pm (UTC)Eventually, somehow, they will return, whether through Tia Dalma's magic or other means. Of this Elizabeth is certain. In the meantime, they could be quite useful and she refuses to pretend to think otherwise.
She doesn't know what else to say.
He's right here and it would be the work of mere steps to touch him, but the look he gives her is unfamiliar in its inscrutability; they might as well be worlds apart. The feeling itself isn't entirely unfamiliar. It's just that now, when things are finally set in motion, she can't blame their stagnant circumstances.
All she can do is nod and slowly tear her eyes off his.
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Date: 2007-07-09 07:01 pm (UTC)She tears her eyes away and Will looks elsewhere. He needs to talk to Mal