[Jack is home from his seaside adventure and immediately writes out four very quick notes to certain people, not bothering with filters or any of that rubbish:]
[Amelia doesn't look like she's got much of value on her as she heads across the bridge. At least nothing more than an umbrella to keep away the rain. She's been going out a good deal despite the weather, and she doesn't want to risk getting sick. Still, she's headed to the forest, just to explore a bit. Coming from a desert, the lush plant life is pretty amazing to her.
[Amelia doesn't do polite. Amelia ignores your existence as much as she possibly can. Which is significantly more difficult when someone is in her way.]
[And Jack will be dodging it. He is not in a fight-y mood, just a mood to be devilishly confounding.] Oi! You're too lovely to behave like a mule, darling!
I was only looking for politeness, really. [This time? He puts up his arms, surrendering the bridge to her, tagging along beside this time instead of trying to block her way.] "Please, Captain Sparrow, let me by?"
What do, Jack?]
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Pardon me, milady, but might you spare an umbrella for a poor wet pirate?
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[And Amelia keeps walking. Try harder, Jack.]
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Sorry, perhaps you didn't hear properly: poor. Wet. Pirate. Me. [He jerks a thumb toward his chest.]
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Then don't stand out in the rain.
[Trying to move around Jack now.]
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But how else am I to rob people of their effects, umbrellas included? Now. Hand it over nicely, love.
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Get out of my way.
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[Amelia once again tries to get around Jack. She's determined.]
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And what part of blocking my path and demanding my umbrella was supposed to prompt that?
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[Amelia doesn't like robbers. At all.]
Do you ever think about what happens to the people you rob?
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