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For the first time in nearly a year, he's surrounded by the sea.
The Black Pearl rests in the center of the bay, rocked by salt waves and warm Caribbean winds, and her captain stands on her quarterdeck, staring toward the sunset, looking toward that distant point where sea and sky meet.
(bring me that horizon)
As Jack looks out over the (ocean) water, brown knuckles are white where he grips the railing.
"Now I wonder what's gone and gotten her all stirred up this time?"
It's an uneasy realization-- he's not sure of the reason for the change. It might be nothing more than her legendary capriciousness, aye... or it might not.
No matter. In any case, Jack Sparrow means to take full advantage of it, and as soon as Gibbs makes his way back from the bar with the supplies he's been sent for, Jack means to be ready.
He swings around, striding over the deck, past the white star of the lantern hanging just outside his cabin, and peers up toward the top of the mainmast.
"Mr. Wellard! Hurry up with that sail, lad!"
The Black Pearl rests in the center of the bay, rocked by salt waves and warm Caribbean winds, and her captain stands on her quarterdeck, staring toward the sunset, looking toward that distant point where sea and sky meet.
(bring me that horizon)
As Jack looks out over the (ocean) water, brown knuckles are white where he grips the railing.
"Now I wonder what's gone and gotten her all stirred up this time?"
It's an uneasy realization-- he's not sure of the reason for the change. It might be nothing more than her legendary capriciousness, aye... or it might not.
No matter. In any case, Jack Sparrow means to take full advantage of it, and as soon as Gibbs makes his way back from the bar with the supplies he's been sent for, Jack means to be ready.
He swings around, striding over the deck, past the white star of the lantern hanging just outside his cabin, and peers up toward the top of the mainmast.
"Mr. Wellard! Hurry up with that sail, lad!"