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Aug. 4th, 2006 12:36 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bringmethatnpcThe Black Pearl lies off the coast of the island garrison-- far enough out to be safe and almost entirely hidden in the darkness, particularly on a night like this.
All is quiet-- or mostly.
Waiting alone for the captain's return, save for the bottle of rum that's his frequent companion, Joshamee Gibbs is singing as he staggers down the deck.
"Fifteen men on a dead man’s chest, yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!"
He chuckles and pauses for a drink.
As he does, fog wraps around the ship with chill damp fingers. The pull of the wind against the sails hisses as softly as the water against the Pearl's sides, while ropes creak against the strain of the sea-anchor.
All is quiet-- or mostly.
Waiting alone for the captain's return, save for the bottle of rum that's his frequent companion, Joshamee Gibbs is singing as he staggers down the deck.
"Fifteen men on a dead man’s chest, yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!"
He chuckles and pauses for a drink.
As he does, fog wraps around the ship with chill damp fingers. The pull of the wind against the sails hisses as softly as the water against the Pearl's sides, while ropes creak against the strain of the sea-anchor.
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Date: 2006-08-17 10:41 pm (UTC)There's not. Marty's not really surprised.
As Gibbs comes up beside him, he seizes the opportunity.
"I didn’t want to say anything – but the captain seems to be acting a bit strange..." Marty thinks this over, then shrugs. "...er."
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Date: 2006-08-17 10:43 pm (UTC)"Setting sail without knowing his own heading? Something’s got Jack vexed. Mark my words: what bodes ill for Jack Sparrow, bodes ill for us all."
Gibbs then goes off to figure out That Way. After which there will be more rum.