Wherein I am Exceedingly Vexed

[commodore_jln]

It has been three days since I departed Port Royal with the Dauntless to search for Jack Sparrow, and thus far we have encountered nothing but doldrums on the sea and rumours on land.  The ideas that man seems to cultivate about himself are absolutely mad- he rode off on the back of a dolphin, or perhaps he was last seen in the upstairs room of a

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[captjacksparrow]

S'might be profitable to be getting out of the sun, mate, if you're to be believing such tales.

Wasn't a dolphin. Giant squid.

[commodore_jln]

*hissed, to himself* Damn!

*he draws himself up and shouts* Marines! Come on, men! Conduct a thorough search of that dock and the surrounding area; I want Sparrow caught!

*he passes a hand over his face, looking- weary? confused?- for the briefest of moments, before schooling his visage back into that of the effecient Commodore. He begins to search the dock*

Damn you, you insane, vexatious, lunatic.

[captjacksparrow]

He pants for a few moments behind the boxes. This is quite a bit of the sticky mess he's got himself in now that there are Marines involved, and Norrington still out there. It won't be long before he discovers the small shadowy space Jack has himself hidden away in.

Besides he didn't get to say his grand parting words.

The Pearl is anchored safely off shore nearby in the shoals but the most of his crew is scattered about the port, drinking and galivanting with the fine company that such a port provides. Even if he got back to her, he couldn't sail her all by his onesie. What he really needs is to get to the other side of the dock where a dingy, he knows, is tied.

Sheething his sword, Jack tipsily sneaks over to the edge of the dock and dives as quietly as possible into the water. He swims over to the digny and begins to row himself back to the Pearl.