Well, his compass doesn't point north... What's the damn point of it? But he better keep it close - Beckett is after it.
The bag is slung over his shoulder as he followed his new Captain closely. Keeping his head down to avoid attention. +
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β β surprised by the motion , it takes jack a moment to return the hug , a pat to his back before they pull apart . `` don't give me a reason to . `` though the smile gives away that his words were only meant as a joke as he glances to -
+ "Sounds like a plan. The sooner we leave, the better," James agreed. He looked up long enough to catch Jack's gaze, shoulders shrugging lightly.
"I was thinking about it a lot. And I realised that I wanted what you have. Lord Beckett was also getting on my nerves +
James huffed a soft laugh, stepping forwards to give that stupid man a tight hug.
"You won't regret it. Thank you," James stepped bag, grabbing his dufflebag. He only grabbed his necessities; clothes, weapons, maps, a compass that does work, a few books.
"I'm ready to leave +
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β β a smile forming quite quickly at his words , even as he feigns a moment of thought , finger to chin . `` hmm , i suppose we might . know someone who's interested οΌ``
a chuckle before he's finally nodding . `` of course i -
Twat.
"Well, I was wondering if you have a position available at your ship, Captain Sparrow?"
A small grin breaks through. He still isn't certain if it's the right decision; yet here he is.
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β β smug grin at the reaction , even as it falls to curiousity as his head tilts . perhaps a trace of hope he wouldn't admit to . `` oh οΌand what would that decision be οΌ``
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