Authors note: I really should give up promising quicker updates, but this is my one last try. It WILL be updated within the week. I hope. I also hope that you enjoy this, and as always, that you review and let me know what you think. Criticism is always welcomed.
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To step or not to step, that was the question, and the answer wasn't anywhere in sight. Not to step would be the best choice by far, logically. Going back to the Pearl and drowning himself in rum until a sufficient distance between them and this accursed place had been reached made perfect sense.
Jack frowned as he stood on the steps, one foot on the Pearl and the other just above soil.
But see, stepping had its merits too. Fresh rum, for one. No arguing with that. The crew needed supplies, and company was plentiful. And there, towering over the small town, the governor's mansi–
But this was ridiculous.
There was no reason good reason for him to step off the trusted ship and onto the dock. No reason to put himself and the crew in danger of being caught only weeks after escaping. No bloody reason whatsoever.
Jack sighed and stepped down.
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