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[all7seas]

A chance to go home, and you're considering making me give it up for her?! Have you gone smositively bonkers?!

Additionally: I do not want Cutler Beckett. WE. We, Norry and Lizzie and myself, most assuredly do NOT want a whiff of a Beckett anywhere about the place. Or a Barbossa. Or a Blackbeard. We're well shut of them and I can be Most Villainous and I like it that way.



And no, I won't stop whinging. It's my God-given right, and I shall exercise it repeatedly.

Sookishly Yours

Sparrow

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[all7seas]

[No, there is clicking. There is so much clicking. Jack reaches out to lightly touch her arm.]

[herotypical]

[ she charges forward with her little preamble. postamble. during-amble. there's lots of verbal ambling, really. ]

Because that penny dropped pretty quickly for me and I...[ she gently freed her arm from his touch; demanding control again. ] And I figured -- why bother him that, right? And, now I figure...why bother him with something that's not even a bother anymore? Problem solved. Bullet dodged. Status? Still quo.

[all7seas]

Right. Well.




It would never have been a bother, Annie.

[herotypical]

Sure, it would have.

[ it's a delusion she needs to sustain. ]

[all7seas]

Wouldn't. Shut it. Would not have.

[He owes them at least that truth.]

[herotypical]

Oh! Not to mention how you were busy being really really sick.

[ actually, his illness had proved rather convenient. the distraction of looking after him made it easier not to blab. ]

[all7seas]

[herotypical]

[all7seas]

I'm sorry, love. Sorry. [Now it's his turn to talk with his hands. And they are proclaiming helpless.]

[herotypical]

Just what are you apologizing for? Pretty sure you didn't have anything to do with my usual morning routine being a little less than usual.

[all7seas]

[No, no nonono -- these are not conversations Jack Sparrow is adept at. That you had to bear it alone was probably the primary cause of guilt-feelings.]

Sorry. Just. Sorry. Forget it.

[herotypical]

Ah-ha. See? Now we come to the part where I say 'look, Jack! This is obviously why we shouldn't talk about this there' -- don't you think?

[all7seas]

No. No, I don't think. You had to think of that alone. All alone.

[herotypical]

You can't actually be suggesting that I should tell you.

Are you?

[all7seas]

I can't make that choice. That's your choice to shoulder the burden alone.

[herotypical]

Yay. Those are my favourite burdens. [ ... ] Oh, no. Sorry. I mean all. All my burdens.

[all7seas]

[And this one? Wasn't it his to share, too? And at what point will he fall onto that list of burdens? Did this mean he was already on it?



Bugger.]

[herotypical]

And you do realize that the same problem is probably going to crop up for one of the other sets of us, right? I think the keyboardists even threw that thought-ball around, once. Twice.

[all7seas]

The problem of you not trusting me? No. No, I don't recall it.

[herotypical]

...So not what I was referencing.

[ but she gives in to this particular argument with a sigh. ] It's not even about trust.

[all7seas]

Could've fooled me.

What IS it about, then?

[herotypical]

God, Jack...it's -- fear, I guess. Nerves. Worry. Anxiety. Gut-wrenching and frankly very appetite-destroying uncertainty. [ a sigh. ] A-and love.

[all7seas]

And I haven't even noticed. Or possibly I have; if you're not eating.....

I've noticed.

[herotypical]

Again, I say, you were busy being sick.

[ which conveniently distracted from an uncharacteristic lack of intimacy while she tried to hash this solitarily-shouldered-burden out. ] And then the announcement...it's not like I had to try particularly hard not to say anything.

[all7seas]

Ah. And what, exactly, are you sparing me by doing this?