Jack grins at him, then turns and saunters across the room to the door. He moves as though he's on the water, swaying back and forth, and somehow manages to neatly step 'round anyone who might be in his path.
The street outside is foul with mud and filled with stench, and Jack doesn't seem to notice it at all as he picks his way down to the port and the pier there, at the end of which rests a tall black ship with black sails.
"Here we are."
There's pride in his voice, and fondness in the look he directs at the vessel.
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Date: 2007-09-19 11:13 pm (UTC)The street outside is foul with mud and filled with stench, and Jack doesn't seem to notice it at all as he picks his way down to the port and the pier there, at the end of which rests a tall black ship with black sails.
"Here we are."
There's pride in his voice, and fondness in the look he directs at the vessel.
"The Black Pearl.