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[captjacksparrow]

Whatever clouds remain, they don't disuade the sun from filtering through the tree tops, infusing everything with an ethereal green glow. Jack sucks deep lungfulls of the humid air, enjoying the smoky scent of sun and wood and rain. It's been a good while since he came to this island last, but he remembers sending the crew to gather fresh water and

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[commodore_jln]

His body still doesn't feel entirely up to walking properly, and the first few steps out into the sun he sways like a drunk. Sways like Sparrow, supplies the back of his mind, but he quickly shuts it up with a dangerous, internal glare. It's bright, though (and James couldn't say when exactly the sun had decided to come out, but apparently it had), and a warm breeze plays over his skin, sending the sweat there to prickling. When Sparrow grabs a hold of his hand, tugging him along as if he were a child on the way to school, James can't hold back his smirk. He plays along anyway, though, following the man inland, away from the beach and the sound of the ocean. The whole situation, he can't help noting, really is slightly ridiculous

[captjacksparrow]

It's nigh impossible to produce silent steps in the brush. Even stepping lightly, sliding his left foot directly behind Norrington's left and the right behind his right, Jack's not surprised when Norrington says he's aware of him. He freezes in the middle of the strange dance he's orchestrating, eyeing the back of Norrington's head with his most innocent and ignorant expression. Norrington doesn't see, of course, so Jack quickly drops the charade and continues with his game. Stealth never was his strong suit, anyway. He'd much rather play at blantant surprise than creepy-crawly along the island floor. Norrington doesn't seem aware of how close Jack actually is

[commodore_jln]

His lips thin out into a somewhat shaky line to hold back the smile that threatens to emerge when Sparrow falls into step next to him, fingers pitter-pattering gently against the small of his back as though James were a lady he was escorting down a street somewhere. It is curiously affectionate, but James can't help but enjoy it now. How strange that Sparrow should take the part of the gentleman, he can't help but think, and at that, his unaffected facade nearly falters. The eyebrow lift, though, when Sparrow speaks of turning him into a proper pirate, is as impeccable as ever

[captjacksparrow]

It's only common decency to offer a fellow a drink, which Jack maintains even to himself is the only reason he invited Norrington into his cabin. He remembers how he plied him with drink and then announced his prolonged stay on the PearlBest decision Jack ever made. Kidnap the Commodore, charm him and befriend him, and succinctly end all pesky little worries about threats or hanging or being chased about the Caribbean until one of them made an attempt at some foolish last stand. With all Norrington's ideas of duty and propriety, it probably would've been him and then Jack would be forced to do something he'd really rather not. So much better this way, then, with coconuts and islands and meadering strolls. Jack's not best pleased with last stands. He's not best pleased with last anythings. There is too much out there to limit any of it, so much yet he hasn't seen