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fandomtownies2018-07-10 06:18 am
doesnotkneel) wrote in fandomtownies2018-07-10 06:18 am
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The Jackdaw, on the Docks, Tuesday Morning
The rowboat came drifting on back early on Tuesday morning. Edward, characteristically late with his sleeping, didn't find out until it was nearly noon.
"And Tom's nowhere to be found, is he?" Ed leaned over the portside edge of the ship, squinting at the boat as it bobbed on the water. "That's either a promising start, or the beginning of something terrible."
He didn't need to sound so merry about it.
"Anyone else want to try this next?"
He leaned back and eyed the crew. There was a fair bit of head-shaking. "Ah, you lilly-livered bastards," Edward said. "This whimpering's the best we can do?"
"Maybe Tom'll come back," Grim posited. "We haven't given him no time to do it."
Of course. Edward heaved a mighty sigh. "Well, at least get your Captain a bottle of something, aye?" He pulled away from the side and followed the lines of the ship all the way up to the bow proper. He sat down there - a bottle of something he suspected was rum was deposited in his hand - and eyed the docks and the island before him.
"A mystery, indeed."
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"And Tom's nowhere to be found, is he?" Ed leaned over the portside edge of the ship, squinting at the boat as it bobbed on the water. "That's either a promising start, or the beginning of something terrible."
He didn't need to sound so merry about it.
"Anyone else want to try this next?"
He leaned back and eyed the crew. There was a fair bit of head-shaking. "Ah, you lilly-livered bastards," Edward said. "This whimpering's the best we can do?"
"Maybe Tom'll come back," Grim posited. "We haven't given him no time to do it."
Of course. Edward heaved a mighty sigh. "Well, at least get your Captain a bottle of something, aye?" He pulled away from the side and followed the lines of the ship all the way up to the bow proper. He sat down there - a bottle of something he suspected was rum was deposited in his hand - and eyed the docks and the island before him.
"A mystery, indeed."
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