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Post by Mr Spock on Jan 7, 2008 22:24:20 GMT
Angel sighed again and stepped back from the helm in defeat, leaning her elbows on the side of the ship. "You know Jack..." she started, and then trailed off, sighing again.
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Post by Taya on Jan 7, 2008 22:32:34 GMT
"Yes, I know a lot of things" Jack said with a wry smile as he took the wheel. "But what is it you're refering to now Captain?"
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Post by Mr Spock on Jan 7, 2008 22:49:00 GMT
Angel winced, and her mind rapidly changed subject, "I don't think even the rum haul from today will be enough to get me through the night," she said with a bitter laugh and a hasty cover-up of her original speech, heaving herself into standing on her own two feet and looking down towards the cabins. "So I should probably go to bed before I resign myself to drinking." She didn't want to make any more stupid outbursts or let her emotions get the better of her again.
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Post by Taya on Jan 7, 2008 23:35:32 GMT
"A good idea, i'd say." Jack said but he knew something else was up. though he'd never call her on it. "Off to bed with ye now." Jack grinned at his captain.
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Post by Mr Spock on Jan 7, 2008 23:45:13 GMT
Angel smiled ruefully, and took off down the small flight of stairs to the main deck. On the bottom step, she stopped and turned to look at Jack.
"Oh, and Jack?
Thank you." she added a soft smile afterwards, then followed off down the deck, down into her cabin where she sat and stared at the walls, unable to do anything, especially sleep.
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Post by Taya on Jan 7, 2008 23:57:15 GMT
"You're welcome... Angel" Jack said quietly once she had gone. The hours passed and Jack was left to think his thoughts alone. When the early morning lightened the sky Jack could tell they would be Tortuga soon. Angel would be pleased.
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Post by Mr Spock on Jan 8, 2008 0:21:11 GMT
Angel roused from her cabin at daybreak, where she had fallen asleep at her desk, after spending hours staring at the wall. She was the first on the deck, probably due to the crew's intake of rum the night before, and the moment she stepped out into the air, she said, "Tortuga." she smiled at Jack, then stepped up to the helm to greet him, still looking rather wrecked. "Anything interesting happen whilst I was gone?"
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Post by Taya on Jan 8, 2008 0:23:57 GMT
"Well, a little mermaid flopped up on deck and begged me to swim away with her. But alas, I was too devoted to my captain and my post to be swayed by such a beauty. And you?" Jack asked.
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Post by Mr Spock on Jan 8, 2008 13:32:44 GMT
"Well, I think I slept," she said, yawning. "But I'm recovered." She placed her hands directly on Jack's, on the wheel, and raised her eyebrows at him.
"Remove your hands before I tear them off with mine. You should probably sleep as well before we dock. Wouldn't want it to look like I've been mistreating my crew now would we?"
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Post by Taya on Jan 9, 2008 17:31:19 GMT
Jack gave Angel a wry smile. This could be fun.
"Aye, Captain, I would. If only you weren't so fond of holding them." Jack wanted to burst out laughing but contained himself to a grin. "Now what shall I tell the wenches of Tortuga, when they beg me to warm their beds? 'Aye, I would, but the captain fancies me and she'd skin me alive if she found me with another. Just this morn she refused to let go of my hands for fear of being parted with me.' "
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Post by Mr Spock on Jan 9, 2008 18:37:21 GMT
"Nonono, Jack, you've got it all wrong! You see. It wouldn't be you I'd skin, but the wenches. I don't think you deserve that good," she said with a wink, pushing back and walking past him, leaning on the banister (come on. I can't think of the right word.) and gazing out at the open water behind them.
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Post by Taya on Jan 9, 2008 18:44:52 GMT
Jack laughed as he released the helm for Angel. He had skirted very close to the truth and now he wondered if it was just a joke to Angel. Well he would continue to play it that way.
"Skinning to good for me, eh?" Jack asked. "Well, I suppose I should expect that from the fiercemost pirate upon the Spanish Main."
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Post by Mr Spock on Jan 9, 2008 18:49:09 GMT
"Nah, not the skinning, the wenches! Far too good for you!" laughed Angel, sticking her tongue out at Jack, which was unusually cheerful for her as she took the helm.
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Post by Taya on Jan 9, 2008 18:57:04 GMT
Jack laughed as he headed for the stairs. "Thats not it at all, Captain. I'm too good for the wenches." With that, Jack headed below deck to rest up for said wenches.
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Post by Mr Spock on Jan 9, 2008 19:06:30 GMT
Angel laughed softly to herself under her breath, glancing off into the horizon and murmuring to herself, "Far, far too good.", before smiling, again in a rueful way to herself, and sailing in the silence of the sleeping ship.
(Check out my sibilance.)
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