"That bloody... PIRATE!" Jack roars. He stands there, coat in one hand, letter in the other, turning in circles as if Jamie is going to pop ouy from behind a crate of rum laughing any moment. When said misbegotten piratical former Commodore fails to appear, Jack slowly folds the letter and places it in an inner pocket, then strides to the door.
Throwing the door open, he shouts, "Mr. Gibbs, make her ready to set sail! Start by checking the rudder chain!"
He then slams the door shut, lays down on the bed Jamie vacated only this morning, brings the coat to his face, and breathes.
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Date: 2010-03-29 03:00 am (UTC)Throwing the door open, he shouts, "Mr. Gibbs, make her ready to set sail! Start by checking the rudder chain!"
He then slams the door shut, lays down on the bed Jamie vacated only this morning, brings the coat to his face, and breathes.