Behind a Cabin Door
"Rum and darts?" Yuuko snorted. Or would have done so, if she had not already appropriated a more refined version of that gesture. "Sparrow, you must've been padding the pockets of the East India Trading Company."
"How?"
Yuuko exhaled smoke through her pipe. "Through eyepatch commission, obviously." If your aim was faulty.
"My bleeding heart!" Jack clutched a palm to his chest. "Dear lady, never has anyone as lovely as yourself wounded me so." The liquid rhythm of his voice eased, expelling out any possible concerns. It was very easy to lull others into a false sense of security with it.
Yuuko's expression teased; her voice was impartial. "Flatterer."
Low lamp light glinted off his teeth. "It's true." He pantomimed a wide bow at her feet, heels low on cabin floor. The effect was spoiled somewhat by his gaze up at Yuuko; eyelashes cast low, the corners of his lips turned up in what all had come to term as his ineffable mockery.
The room smelled like brandy. Yet unlike the cloying stench of seawater and salt that clung to the Black Pearl, there was only the barest scent of brine in this small cloistered room.
"Besides, I'm a fair shot, if I do say so myself. Of course, I do have the eyepatch in case of," Jack waved his hands vaguely, "mishaps."
"Mishaps," Yuuko breathed out, echoing the sentiment. "Of course." She smiled, but her teeth were very sharp and very white.
At that, Jack fished for a small bottle in one of his pockets, turning out the thread-stitched lining. A gift. Jack was no fool, after all, and if he had learnt anything from all the old fishermen stories he'd heard as a child, it was to not underestimate any being both powerful and unpredictable.
Of those beings, a woman was chief amongst them.