[voice]

[bringmyhorizon]

Elizabeth, darling, could you b--....

[a very low rumbling sound]

What--.

No. No no no no no! Not good! Stop movin'! N--..

[the sound of something creaking, and then what sounds like planks of wood clattering against...other planks of wood. After a few long moments of silence from Jack, he speaks again, his voice sounding strained....Everythin

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[Voice]

[spirited_swann]

[a frustrated sigh, then a pause]

Not still cursed by any chance, are you, Jack?

[Voice]

[bringmyhorizon]

If I say yes, are you goin' t' try an' kill me again?

[Voice]

[spirited_swann]

Jack...

From the looks of it, your... grand plan needs work.

[Voice]

[bringmyhorizon]

You've a way of stating the obvious, darling.

[Voice]

[spirited_swann]

What's obvious, Captain Sparrow, is that all our work was for nothing.

[Voice]

[bringmyhorizon]

S'not my bloody fault the earthquake happened.

[Voice]

[spirited_swann]

Yes - I know. I'm just... frustrated.

Nothing is ever straightforward.

[Voice]

[bringmyhorizon]

We'll just 'ave to...

[ here, he sounds tense, strained, as if he's holding back the urge to want to shoot somebody.]

...start again. [grumbling, something about women being bad luck, possibly]

[Voice]

[spirited_swann]

[A pause and the sound of rocks beneath feet as she steps over a pile of rubble, ignoring the mumbling]

You know the people on the expedition found a dead seagull. Perhaps that ocean of yours isn't so unlikely after all.

[Voice]

[bringmyhorizon]

[Shifting of planks of wood can be heard as Jack begins straightening everything up in order to start back at the beginning.]

Dead seagull. That's...positive.

[Voice]

[spirited_swann]

[A short gasp as Elizabeth trips, and a hushed curse aimed at herself]

That rather depends on your perspective.

[Voice]

[bringmyhorizon]

An' what, exactly, is your perspective of a dead seagull?

...Careful, darling.

[Voice]

[spirited_swann]

Positive for us, not so positive for the seagull.

...I'm fine.