[OOC] For the confused among you:

Hullo! It's your friendly local Jamie-mun!

As people I don't know are friending this journal (I'm looking at you, Davy Jones -- unless I do know you and you're just being evil), I thought it best to provide a handy guide for anyone wondering about whether Jamie's supposed to be alive, dead, or immortal in any given post/fic/whatever.

And that should be the end of the OOC nonsense for a while.

[RP] I'm not sorry there's nothing to save...

It's dark out, and, for once, James has managed to get away from Jack and his insistence on being helpful.

...It might be best not to ask how.

He's made his way from the captain's cabin to the deck of the Pearl, squinting in the too-blurry darkness and feeling his way with every step, and now he's standing at the starboard railing, breathing in the smell of the sea. Eventually, he intends to commit the entire ship to memory, just in case Jack's mad scheme to get his hands on the Philosopher's Stone comes to nothing, but for now, he's content to have made it this far.

He considered trying to find Elizabeth, as there are a few things that should likely be explained, but he has the feeling that, if she's available, she'll find him first.