"Hm?" Curiosity is clear and hungry in the voice. "Someting precious? A hidden secret, maybe, some trinkets fit for a Pirate Lord, ay?"
The boat rocks suddenly further to one side, but that is hardly surprising given the weight that has appeared, sitting demure and intent on the little dinghy's starboard seat, and smiling fondly at Jack as though he were a naughty little boy. Her voice teases as lightly as that breeze that plays with the tattered black flag atop the mast.
"Ye've misplaced your Pearl, Jack Sparrow. Are ye in need of bartering for her again?"
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Date: 2007-09-27 12:24 am (UTC)The boat rocks suddenly further to one side, but that is hardly surprising given the weight that has appeared, sitting demure and intent on the little dinghy's starboard seat, and smiling fondly at Jack as though he were a naughty little boy. Her voice teases as lightly as that breeze that plays with the tattered black flag atop the mast.
"Ye've misplaced your Pearl, Jack Sparrow. Are ye in need of bartering for her again?"