Setting Sail

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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.

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"Ay," she sighs, and smiles, and leans forward so he can taste the salt breeze on his mouth in a kiss that's fierce and sweet and possessive. Her hand traces along his jaw, and then it's only the wild sea wind that toys with heavy twists of black hair, and Jack is alone with naught but the rolling waves and the glittering fish...and a stretch of blue-green water that leads straight to the horizon like a pathway.


I must go down to the seas again O my laughing fellow rover

The current is swift and easy to follow, while around the little boat waves cap white and green, and Someone keeps easy speed alongside him.

Yo, ho, haul together,
hoist the colors high
The seas be ours
and by the powers
where we will we'll roam.