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[aye_avast]

Will had spent most of the weekend blissfully ignorant of the island's insanity. He rarely paid any attention to anyone not on the Pearl, and recently, his interaction with people that were not his new bride had become even more limited. But Jack had said that Anamaria wanted to speak to him, some urgent matter he wouldn't go into detail on,

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[no_more_rum]

From the moment he'd woken up the previous morning and discovered Anamaria raving on about repenting and the Lord, and setting rum on fire, Jack Sparrow had realised there was something very strange going on.

By half a day in, he'd realised what it was. The symptom, at least, if not the cause.

And by a few hours after that, he'd decided to play along.

"William!" he says, marching toward his young first mate.

[aye_avast]

Will turns and smiles fondly as he lays eyes on his captain. "Jack, hello. Have you found Anamaria?"

[no_more_rum]

"Last I saw her," Jack says, "she wanted to be escorted to the church. After she'd found something proper to wear to it."

Some of this stuff he doesn't even HAVE to make up.

[aye_avast]

Will stares. "...You're joking," he says flatly after a minute of processing this information silently. It's the only possible explanation.

[no_more_rum]

Jack shakes his head, his expression grave. This is kind of fun. "I'm afraid I'm not."

[aye_avast]

"So she's gone mad then," Will states matter-of-factly.

[no_more_rum]

Jack hands Will the bottle of rum. "Entirely possible."

[aye_avast]

Will has tried to stay away from the rum, really he has, but some news just requires a bit of liquid fortitude. He took a drink and handed it back. "That's just bloody perfect," he mutters, shaking his head. "What are we to do?"

[no_more_rum]

"Do?" Jack shoots him a quizzical, vaguely amused look. "Why, dear William, is it necessary that we do anything?"