Regrets I May Have Had A Few

Chapter 3

"You can keep doing that forever, the water is never going to stop moving away from you." James said with an irritated huff from his seat on the sand.

"The way I'd be seein it that'd be exactly what we've got here now init Commodore…forever, 'n we might as well be spendin it doin somethin. Savvy?" Jack replied with a flutter of hands as he continued to sway toward and then away from the water. " 'N what's to say I'm not actually doin it simply 'cause I'm actually enjoyin the actuality of doin it?

James shook his head, and with a bit of sarcasm retorted, "I would not be surprised in the least given your reputation for mental ambiguity that you are finding an overabundance of enjoyment from your actions Mr. Sparrow, although I have no doubts as well there is a portion of that enjoyment garnered from the fact you are aware your actions are intently irritating to me, something you seem to relish in doing." With a moue he looked up at the darkened sky and snarked, "This is surely Hell and I shall be forced to spend eternity witnessing his every…single…step."

Jack smiled, then just before looking in James' direction he affected a wounded look, "Commodore I swear on pain of death I would never go out of me way to irritate you if it were in me power not to be doin such irritatin nor would I gain any personal relishment from said irritation if and in fact when said irritation did occur regardless of my mental ambug…ambag…ambog…that word what you just said. And on the subject of Hell, if this were that then there would be all manner of vile horrible beasties of varying extremes of vileness and horribility roaming about, not to mention the towering mountains of fire and the unfathomably deep pits of….." His words faded away as he stopped in his tracks, his whole body giving a tremendous shiver as he began scanning their surroundings with a bit of wariness, as if his words might summon said beasties, fire, and sundry. He quickly swayed over and sat down in the sand next to James.

James snorted, "Fearsome Pirate indeed!"

Gaining back some of his composure he pointed both index fingers up in the air in front of him, tipped his head to the side, and said, "Ah but Commodore, you see there is a time to be fearsome and there is a time to be….unfearsome… as it were." He shrugged as he finished speaking and took another quick unsettled look around.

James gave a derisive snort, "I do hope you will be able to divert some small part of your thoughts away from the satisfaction you were apparently deriving from playing catch me if you can with the sea and devote it to the matter of getting us out of here, if that is at all possible."

"Anything's possible Commodore, just not always probable. But seein as it was done once before by me very own self I'd not see a reason it can't be done again, aye?"

"If I am not mistaken I believe you had quite a bit of assistance with that particular escape and I think we can assume the chances of that manner of help stepping in this time is highly improbable." James retorted.

"Don't know why you'd say that Commodore." Jack replied.

"Last time they needed you, or more specifically something in your possession. That no longer holds true."

"They might come after me this time just because they missed me." Jack said hopefully.

"I highly doubt it!" James snarked back.

With hope still evident in his tone he looked at James and said, "Well then they might come after you because they miss you."

"I doubt that as well." James replied, although it wasn't snark in his tone this time.

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James had been sitting quite still, his mind deep in contemplating their predicament, unlike Jack who seemed unable to stay still for more that a few minutes, his body in almost constant motion whether taking exaggerated steps as he swayed about, or rocking back and forth or side to side as he stood looking off to the horizon, or fingers bending or wiggling, hands moving about as if together they were performing some silent monolog as he sat in the sand. James was so involved in his revere it took him a few moments to realize Jack was speaking.

"D'ya see that Commodore?"

James peered about, "Just what is it I am supposed to be seeing Sparrow?"

"Out there, toward the edge of the horizon." Jack answered as he pointed.

James looked in the direction Jack was pointing, "I see nothing more than shadows out there Mr. Sparrow."

"Aye, thought the same at first as well. 'Cept one of 'em is movin Commodore. Got to watch real close for awhile ta pick up on it." Jack replied.

James peered again for a few minutes before shaking his head negatively and saying, "I'm sorry Sparrow, I don't see it."

"Not looking hard enough Commodore."

"Or perhaps you are looking too hard and seeing something that is not there to see." James snipped.

"It's there Commodore….whatever it is….it's there." Jack replied.

James glanced once more in the direction the shadow was supposed to be, and still not convinced there was anything there more than a trick of the light said dismissively, "Well since we will not be going to it, if it is indeed there, then there is nothing for us to do but wait to see if it comes to us."

Jack tilted his head to the side and trying to hide the uneasiness he was feeling said, "I'd be more inclined to say it'd be comin for us Commodore as apposed to comin to us."

To Be Continued

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