Will awoke and left the treehouse quickly as always, noting through a haze of half-sleep that Jack's bedroll was empty. Odd, the captain was usually one to sleep in
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Jack is tromping along the beach barefoot, twirling his sword.
His sword. Now once again blessedly in his hand, where it belongs.
He rather liked this Arya Stark. It was really too bad she was normally twelve.
Somewhere up ahead, he sees the familiar--mostly--figure of Will Turner, practising swordwork. The fact that he did so much of that amused Jack greatly, even now, and provided ample opportunities to rub it in to Will that Elizabeth wasn't here.
Jack was a good friend. Really, he was. Which is why, seeing that Will's suddenly old, he starts to laugh.
Will pauses, arching an eyebrow at the boy standing not to far away. "Can I help you, young man?" He frowns, clearing his throat a few times. His voice sounded...strange. More gravelly than normal.
He needs to find somewhere else to sleep. He clearly isn't getting enough of it, sharing quarters with bloody Regulus Black.
"...I'm sorry?" Will stares at the boy, trying to recall if this was someone from his past--the island did that, after all, brought people from all different points of time in their universe--but then how would they know him?
"Do I know you?" he finally just gives up and asks, sheathing his sword.
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His sword. Now once again blessedly in his hand, where it belongs.
He rather liked this Arya Stark. It was really too bad she was normally twelve.
Somewhere up ahead, he sees the familiar--mostly--figure of Will Turner, practising swordwork. The fact that he did so much of that amused Jack greatly, even now, and provided ample opportunities to rub it in to Will that Elizabeth wasn't here.
Jack was a good friend. Really, he was. Which is why, seeing that Will's suddenly old, he starts to laugh.
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He needs to find somewhere else to sleep. He clearly isn't getting enough of it, sharing quarters with bloody Regulus Black.
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"Do I know you?" he finally just gives up and asks, sheathing his sword.
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