(no subject)

[bringmethatnpc]

The Black Pearl sails onward through the night, leaving Will Turner floating in her wake.

Once Will's out of sight-- which doesn't take long at all in the darkness-- Jack Sparrow turns away from the railing with a very smug look on his face.

It's there for about two seconds before he spots a staring Henry Wellard.

"... bugger."

Comments

[politestpirate.livejournal.com]

Not quite staring. Just eyeing Jack. Some what patiently, even- as Jack said to Will, not a few minutes ago, there is a pointed lack of alarm being raised. With anyone else (again, case in point, Jack), this may be cause for alarm.

Wellard, however, is just waiting for answers.

(Besides- Will has a barrel to cling to. He will not drown. And considering Will would have sold them out- Wellard is not too particularly worried about him.)

[pirate_jack]

"Now lad, I can explain," he starts, spreading his hands and offering a winning grin.

"'S not how it looks." A beat. "Excepting for how it is how it looks, but that's not at all meaning what you might be thinking it should mean, savvy?"

[politestpirate.livejournal.com]

"That's rather thinking that there's more to this than what appears-" Wellard pushes himself off the wall he had been leaning against, walking over.

"Even if it does look like you pushed Mr. Turner off the ship, after finding he was free of the brig." He blinks, pausing a moment.

"... We should probably replace the hinges on the doors to the brig, later."

Wellard shrugs, and looks back to Jack.

[pirate_jack]

Jack waves one hand dismissively.

"Time enough for that, lad. Got their uses the way they are now, aye?"

A beat.

"Like now."

[politestpirate.livejournal.com]

Wellard takes a deep breath, nodding slightly.

"... Like now, then. Which was what, Jack?"

[pirate_jack]

Jack cocks his head to one side and looks at Wellard.

"Lad, do you know what we're sailing into? Really sailing into?"

[politestpirate.livejournal.com]

He smiles wryly, stepping forwards to rest his hands on the railing. "We're heading to Shipwreck Isle to the gathering of the Brethren Court, which has somehow been summoned by a song, and that you must attend as threatened by Barbossa."

It has all been mentioned, in bits and pieces- and Wellard is rather good at putting such things together. He gives Jack a sideways, amused look.

"So- No, I have no clue as to what we're really sailing into."

[pirate_jack]

"That's right." He grins, but there's somehow no humor in it. "But you will, son. Aye, that you will."

[politestpirate.livejournal.com]

Wellard takes a deep breath, and nods slowly.

"Do you care to enlighten me on what to expect, then?"

[pirate_jack]

"Hard to say exactly."

Jack shrugs, but there's a gleam in the black eyes.

"'S important to expect everything and nothing all at the same time. Depends on people, you see-- and people might could be doing all sorts of things."

[politestpirate.livejournal.com]

"So. Expect to deal with the unexpected?" Wellard raises an eyebrow, not exactly pleased by this. Surprises are a way of life- but some warning on things would be nice to have.

[pirate_jack]

Jack looks at him.

"Lad, you're not making any sense at all."

[politestpirate.livejournal.com]

Wellard gives Jack a Look, then rubs the bridge of his nose.

"... Back to the topic of 'people might could be doing all sorts of things'," with spot on mimicry of Jack's tone and inflection, "Can we go back to your reasons for tossing Will overboard?"

[pirate_jack]

"Didn't toss him anywhere," he insists. "Merely set about helping him on along his way."

A beat.

"Much more convenient for him to be taking his messages along himself rather than sending them with men what aren't likely to be doing much talking anymore, aye?"

[politestpirate.livejournal.com]

"Unless Beckett has ways of getting even the dead to talk."

... Which would not really surprise Wellard, given events.

"But, if Will's able, he'll lead them right to Shipwreck Cove when the whole Brethren Court is there."

[pirate_jack]

Jack grins.

"Funny how that works, innit?"

[politestpirate.livejournal.com]

Wellard blinks, looking at Jack sharply.

"... You want them there?"

[pirate_jack]

"Didn't say that, either. But people have a way of being more likely to do something when a threat's staring them right in the face than when things are all peaceful and friendly-like, wouldn't you agree?"

Jack considers, then comes up beside Wellard and slings an arm around his shoulders. He begins to lead the younger man down the deck, gesturing with his other hand to accent his words as he says,

"Did it ever occur to you, Henry, that I might even know what I'm doing? At least-- sometimes?"

[politestpirate.livejournal.com]

"True." He raises an eyebrow, looking at Jack. "And I'd hope that at least sometimes you knew what you were doing."

Wellard then bites his lip, thinking.

"Everything just seems as its going a million places at once, and we're caught up in the middle with nearly no idea of what's happening."

[pirate_jack]

"Exactly."

Jack grins at him.

"Much more better that way. So long as no one does anything stupid."

[politestpirate.livejournal.com]

He rolls his eyes a bit, but the look Wellard then gives Jack is more reassured than it was before.

"Well then. I usually do my best not to."

[pirate_jack]

"Good to hear, mate."

Jack's still grinning, and looks very wickedly pleased.

"Aye, that's right good to hear."