"Haven't you heard?" he calls up. "They say I've no manner of luck at all."
Jack's boots hit the hard land with a solid 'thud'. Swaying, he takes a few steps forward, then licks a finger and holds it up to test the breeze.
"No wind. Of course there's no bloody wind."
He stalks forward, slowing as he approaches some invisible barrier. The ground's too hard to hold a mark, but Jack knows to the inch how far he can go from the Black Pearl without being yanked back by an unseen tether.
"My soul I do swear for a breeze. A gust, a whisper, a tiny, miniature lick."
A pause.
"'S bargains like that what got us here in the first place, aye?"
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Date: 2007-09-30 04:39 am (UTC)Jack's boots hit the hard land with a solid 'thud'. Swaying, he takes a few steps forward, then licks a finger and holds it up to test the breeze.
"No wind. Of course there's no bloody wind."
He stalks forward, slowing as he approaches some invisible barrier. The ground's too hard to hold a mark, but Jack knows to the inch how far he can go from the Black Pearl without being yanked back by an unseen tether.
"My soul I do swear for a breeze. A gust, a whisper, a tiny, miniature lick."
A pause.
"'S bargains like that what got us here in the first place, aye?"