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bringmethatnpc) wrote2007-09-22 08:40 pm
bringmethatnpc) wrote2007-09-22 08:40 pm
Setting Sail
The ragged sail still manages to snap briskly in the wind, and leaky or not, the dinghy isn't taking on water fast enough for it to be an issue.
Humming softly to himself, Jack leans against the stern and pulls out the stolen map. He spreads it flat on the seat in front of him and carefully turns the middle ring, looking down at the new words and shapes formed by sinuous lines and curves.
(Agua de Vida)
The corners of his lips turn up in a smile. Jack pulls out his compass and checks it-- then takes a drink of rum and checks a second time.
As the needle settles and points the new heading, he pulls a line, tacking with the wind, then settles back comfortably.
It's been a long while since he's been this uncomplicatedly content.
Happy, even.
Humming softly to himself, Jack leans against the stern and pulls out the stolen map. He spreads it flat on the seat in front of him and carefully turns the middle ring, looking down at the new words and shapes formed by sinuous lines and curves.
(Agua de Vida)
The corners of his lips turn up in a smile. Jack pulls out his compass and checks it-- then takes a drink of rum and checks a second time.
As the needle settles and points the new heading, he pulls a line, tacking with the wind, then settles back comfortably.
It's been a long while since he's been this uncomplicatedly content.
Happy, even.