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The front door opens, and a pirate pokes his head through.
Captain Jack Sparrow takes a quick look around the room, and then brightens. He promptly saunters in, just as though he hasn't a care in the world and certainly hasn't done any such thing as that.
"Hello luv," he says to Bar as he reaches her, patting her top gently with one brown, beringed hand. "How's the both of you, eh?"
Her wood brightens to maple, then deepens first to cherry, then to mahogany, before returning to its normal hue, and Jack nods in perfect understanding. "Glad to hear it. In that case I'll just--"
A folded piece of paper materializes under his hand. Jack blinks.
"-- be getting a letter," he finishes, startled. A beat. "It is a letter for me, isn't it, luv?"
As Bar's hue darkens again, Jack hastily adds, "Of course it is, you wouldn't have delivered it otherwise, don't know what I was thinking, right then--"
He unfolds the paper and looks at the signature.
"Beatrice?" Jack glances up at the empty air. "Do I know a Beatrice?"
He ponders the question for a moment before glancing back at the page again.
"... well, well. 'Time for a mutiny,' is it?"
Captain Jack Sparrow takes a quick look around the room, and then brightens. He promptly saunters in, just as though he hasn't a care in the world and certainly hasn't done any such thing as that.
"Hello luv," he says to Bar as he reaches her, patting her top gently with one brown, beringed hand. "How's the both of you, eh?"
Her wood brightens to maple, then deepens first to cherry, then to mahogany, before returning to its normal hue, and Jack nods in perfect understanding. "Glad to hear it. In that case I'll just--"
A folded piece of paper materializes under his hand. Jack blinks.
"-- be getting a letter," he finishes, startled. A beat. "It is a letter for me, isn't it, luv?"
As Bar's hue darkens again, Jack hastily adds, "Of course it is, you wouldn't have delivered it otherwise, don't know what I was thinking, right then--"
He unfolds the paper and looks at the signature.
"Beatrice?" Jack glances up at the empty air. "Do I know a Beatrice?"
He ponders the question for a moment before glancing back at the page again.
"... well, well. 'Time for a mutiny,' is it?"