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Yeah. Thought so.
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Voyage to Tortuga #1: Sway
Back in Port Royal, Will had watched Jack, had wondered at the way he moved. He didn't move like most men, who had a tendency to swing from the shoulders. He didn't move like women, like Elizabeth, who rolled from the hips.
Jack neither swung nor rolled, he /swayed/, listing permanently from side to side, drunk on rum and sea-salt air. People he talked to became entranced, much as a snake hypnotises its prey, and more than once, Will had found himself following that sway, distracted into vague 'mmhmm's and agreements.
It was only when aboard the Interceptor that Will understood. Aboard the Interceptor, Jack was steadier than mast or keel or rudder. You could balance a quart of rum on his head and he would not spill a drop. On land, it wasn't Jack that swayed; it was the sea that wasn't there.
Feeeeedbaaaaack. If you don't, I'll send Barbossa's monkey after you. Even flames. Lord knows I love me a good flame. . .
A.N.: // denotes italics
Voyage to Tortuga #1: Sway
Back in Port Royal, Will had watched Jack, had wondered at the way he moved. He didn't move like most men, who had a tendency to swing from the shoulders. He didn't move like women, like Elizabeth, who rolled from the hips.
Jack neither swung nor rolled, he /swayed/, listing permanently from side to side, drunk on rum and sea-salt air. People he talked to became entranced, much as a snake hypnotises its prey, and more than once, Will had found himself following that sway, distracted into vague 'mmhmm's and agreements.
It was only when aboard the Interceptor that Will understood. Aboard the Interceptor, Jack was steadier than mast or keel or rudder. You could balance a quart of rum on his head and he would not spill a drop. On land, it wasn't Jack that swayed; it was the sea that wasn't there.
Feeeeedbaaaaack. If you don't, I'll send Barbossa's monkey after you. Even flames. Lord knows I love me a good flame. . .