Gibbs stares for a moment. Wellard was the last thing he expected to see. Which, he realizes fast was a complete miscalculation of the situation.
"He was on the ship, Miss Swann. He was there when Jones took her back." And if Gibbs feels any guilt that Wellard was claimed and he himself wasn't, you'll never be able to prove it. Or find it. "And isn't he a sight for sore eyes?
"How are you, lad?" He extends his hand, and beams. If one could survive the locker, so could two, after all.
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Date: 2007-08-27 07:51 pm (UTC)"He was on the ship, Miss Swann. He was there when Jones took her back." And if Gibbs feels any guilt that Wellard was claimed and he himself wasn't, you'll never be able to prove it. Or find it. "And isn't he a sight for sore eyes?
"How are you, lad?" He extends his hand, and beams. If one could survive the locker, so could two, after all.