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last_adamAn altercation, she'd said.
An altercation with a woman, and that she was locking herself in a cell for a bit. Not really clear on how long "a bit" was going to be, though when Adam tapped his foot, she managed to look suitably sorry.
But that's all she told him, other than the fact that Jack was there. Which could likely explain why Adam's currently tapping that same foot, but on the shore of the lake, looking out at the ship that's been parked there.
An altercation with a woman, and that she was locking herself in a cell for a bit. Not really clear on how long "a bit" was going to be, though when Adam tapped his foot, she managed to look suitably sorry.
But that's all she told him, other than the fact that Jack was there. Which could likely explain why Adam's currently tapping that same foot, but on the shore of the lake, looking out at the ship that's been parked there.
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Date: 2006-09-14 04:33 am (UTC)"You don't get anything from her anymore."
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Date: 2006-09-14 04:35 am (UTC)"No need to jump salty, mate. It's rum."
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Date: 2006-09-14 04:40 am (UTC)Of course, the ever moving bottle of rum says differently.
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Date: 2006-09-14 04:42 am (UTC)"Give over, son," he says wearily. "Alanna's a friend of mine, savvy?"
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Date: 2006-09-14 04:44 am (UTC)"So, what happened?"
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Date: 2006-09-14 04:45 am (UTC)He's still looking out over the water, but the shore's not that far off-- and Jack's gaze is fixed on the bar, for once.
"She dumped her to the floor." A beat. "Name's Elizabeth Swann."
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Date: 2006-09-14 04:48 am (UTC)oh.
"Oh. She's the one who, uh."
Adam Young, ever eloquent.
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Date: 2006-09-14 04:49 am (UTC)"The one who what, mate?"
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Date: 2006-09-14 04:53 am (UTC)"Who's responsible for you dying?"
It's mostly a question.
Mostly.
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Date: 2006-09-14 05:00 am (UTC)His left hand tightly clenched at his side, Jack studies Adam for several long seconds before he turns away again.
"Not so simple as all that, son." Quietly said.
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Date: 2006-09-14 05:04 am (UTC)It's a simple admission, and not simple at all. But his voice is lower, and has lost some of its edge.
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Date: 2006-09-14 05:09 am (UTC)"How long's she to be in the cells?"
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Date: 2006-09-14 05:12 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-09-14 05:15 am (UTC)"She's still there tomorrow, son, you come find me again."
There's something grimly forboding about the simple words.
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Date: 2006-09-14 05:19 am (UTC)"And if I get her out?"
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Date: 2006-09-14 05:23 am (UTC)"Then it's up to you, mate. But I'll be here."
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Date: 2006-09-14 05:27 am (UTC)"I'll be seeing you again, Jack."
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Date: 2006-09-14 05:31 am (UTC)He hasn't missed the small theft, and Jack's grin is wickedly amused as he says,
"After all, we've yet to drink to your children-to-be, savvy?"
A beat.
"All three of them."
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Date: 2006-09-14 05:34 am (UTC)And with a satisfied chuckle, he's back overboard again, and on his way to deal with Alanna.
...it's a good thing he took the rum.