Pairing: Jack/Isabella, my OC
Word Count: 284
Prompt: Booty
Treasure in Friendship
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"Friends," he cringed, taking a firmer grasp of the Pearl's wheel as he adjusted course into the sunset.
"Jack, you can't honestly tell me that you don't have any friends," Isabella pried, wiggling between him and the wheel.
"Sometimes it is well enough to go into the world and just converse with people for the simple amusement of it, and at times one is obliged to do so, such as myself. I would prefer to be quiet and alone with my work – a bloody trait that was handed down to me by my father. I'd rather possess very few friends, seeing that all those I've never considered to be 'friends' couldn't be trusted."
"If one keeps friends that love them faithfully they'll find out that life is truly worth living, and will not continue to waste one's compassion on irrelevant, unworthy and worthless trinkets of gold and silver," she persuaded, awaiting a quick witted response.
"I wouldn't recommend it, because it seems to me that even in the most refined circles of the population with the best of surroundings and highest of circumstances; one must relinquish some of those thoughts in the efforts of avoiding poverty, seeing that you can't live in this day and age without silver and gold, love."
"Whoever chooses poverty and loves it possesses a greater treasure than you might think," she countered.
"Wouldn't love it more than hull filled with swag, I would imagine," he said astutely, firmly staring down the bridge of his nose.
"You wouldn't know unless you let someone in, now would you, Jack?"
'Bloody women…' he thought, wrinkling his nose.
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