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Jack is gone. The Pearl is gone. The sea has come forth where it can't be to claim them. And Gibbs steps inside the Bar, stunned and worried. He's lost his place, lost his ship, lost his way.
He pulls out his flask, ready to lose himself in something more pleasant than worry or despair. But he sees a door. A door where there's never been one. He puts his rum away.
Destiny cannot be denied. And without a further thought, he opens the door and steps through.
Later, perhaps, he will wonder if he should have left word for Belle or Wells or Rachel. Later, he might miss the Bar and the Scottish woods. Today, he cares not. The Bar is behind him, nearly forgotten.
On the other side of the door, there is a glimpse of a dimly lit cabin and the smell of the swamp. On the other side, a motley crew mourns Captain Jack Sparrow, even as it plans to back him back from Davey Jones' Locker. Gibbs smiles faintly as the door closes behind him.
[ooc: Gibbs now returns to canon, but will find his way back to the Bar in due time.]
He pulls out his flask, ready to lose himself in something more pleasant than worry or despair. But he sees a door. A door where there's never been one. He puts his rum away.
Destiny cannot be denied. And without a further thought, he opens the door and steps through.
Later, perhaps, he will wonder if he should have left word for Belle or Wells or Rachel. Later, he might miss the Bar and the Scottish woods. Today, he cares not. The Bar is behind him, nearly forgotten.
On the other side of the door, there is a glimpse of a dimly lit cabin and the smell of the swamp. On the other side, a motley crew mourns Captain Jack Sparrow, even as it plans to back him back from Davey Jones' Locker. Gibbs smiles faintly as the door closes behind him.
[ooc: Gibbs now returns to canon, but will find his way back to the Bar in due time.]
