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Christmas on the Pearl

The Captain's quarters are set. The large desk has been cleared of Jack's personal goods. The rest of the room is neat and orderly, as it tends to be (much to Gibbs' constant surprise). Whatever chairs can be found belowdecks have been dragged up by the first mate, creating a cozy feel.

The desk and the larger chests are covered with oilcloth, which serve as crude tablecloths. The ship's hodgepodge of dishes, cups and silverware, plundered from many ports and ships, sit near a selection of traditional holiday treats, from ham to mincepie. At the center of the desk, there is a crystal decanter with a gold nameplate saying "Captain Jack Sparrow", filled with red wine, surrounded by matching glasses.

And there is a small, sparsely decorated tree in a corner near the hammock.

It's Christmas on the Black Pearl. Welcome.

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Raven, of late, has been most used to talking with Jack Sparrow while--

Well, while being much smaller and more of the female persuasion.

But sometimes he can be almost polite, and so it is that the gangly figure in the blue jeans and black coat is likely familiar.

And tall.

And male.

And hungry.

Hopefully he is also good company.

Gibbs had not made the connection when he put that one name on the list. More's the pity.

"You! What trouble are you going to get us into this time?"

Raven grins.

"Likely none, yes?"

Beat.

"Unless you are running out of food."

"We have plenty of food." A cold pause follows.

"But the last time we saw you, you led the Captain into a fair hell. And all he returned with was coffin and a picture of a key. Surely you could have told him of the key without that."

Raven considers this, head tilted.

"Possibly."

That grin is apparently not going anywhere.

"But it would, I think, not have been half so entertaining."

"And had Jack not escaped from that house of horrors your cousins call home, would you have laughed then?" Maybe it's been some months for Raven since this little incident happened, but it's only a short number of weeks for Gibbs.

Raven gives Gibbs a look that seems to say 'are you crazy?'

"You are so fond of 'what ifs', then? I am, I think, not so surprised."

"I am fond of not seeing Jack eyeless and a prisoner." Or dead, though that seems to not be an option anymore.

"But what I am fond of is not my concern. The Captain has invited you, same as all the others, and I'll not let that interrupt with the celebrations."

Raven's smile is, for a brief moment, very sharp indeed.

"I am not so fond of cages, either. So."

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Hunger could be easily remedied, especially when there were perceptive people ghosting about the edges of the party. It probably wasn't surprising that an empath passed a plate of holiday snacks to the newcomer, emerald eyes more than a little amused.

Raven grins back, not quite grabbing the plate out of her hand.

"I am, I think, always hungry, so."

It is not apologetic in the least.

"And since you hadn't managed to find the food...I thought it best to bring it before I felt someone starving" Rachel chuckled, not expecting an apology at all.

"It'd ruin the party to have one of the guests waste away, and then we'd all be sad"

Raven laughs, head tilted back.

"Mostly it takes longer than a day, I think. But I am grateful, nonetheless."

"Stranger things have happened, so best not to take chances" she chuckled, a lighter sound to blend with the laughter.

"I would say it is better, so, but possibly I am very odd, yes?"

He wrinkles his nose, still laughing, and inhales the majority of the contents of the plate.

"Odd amongst a party of oddities..." she was still chuckling, though softer now.

"Though, if you manage to choke we'll be equally sad" she noted, watching him eat with something close to worried fascination.

Raven waves one hand.

"I have, I think, had a great deal of practice. Also the lack of biology is helpful."

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"Didn't know what shape you'd show up wearing," comes the lazy drawl from behind him.

"Hello, mate."

Raven tilts his head back, regarding Jack from an upside down vantage point.

"It is, perhaps, part of the suspense, yes?"

Then he turns around in truth, grinning.

"You are, I hope, not so disappointed at the lack of breasts?"

Jack waves one hand elaborately in the air, batting away the very thought.

"No more than the lack of feathers, savvy? You're an interesting sort, however it is that you're looking."

Raven pats Jack's shoulder.

"Some people are for having fetishes, yes. It is not so bad a thing."

He might, it is wise to note, also be trying very hard not to laugh.

"And I am tricky. Likely it is part of my charm."

"I don't have fetishes, mate," he flashes back. "Might have been a chief and a god among other things, but not a houngan or a loa, not me."

He shakes his head, setting coins and reindeer bone to clattering, and grins at Raven as one hand dives into his pocket.

"Tricky's something else again."

"No."

Raven wrinkles his nose.

"Being ridden, I think, is too much like a cage. Also sitting still is boring."

His shoulders twitch, and he follows the Jack's movement of hand to pocket.

"Sometimes tricky is several somethings, yes? It is better, so."

A quick shudder runs through him as he replies,

"I'm not especially inclined to disagree with you about that, mate. No fun at all to sit still for too long."

Jack catches the sharp-eyed glance, and leaves his hand in his pocket as he offers a wickedly innocent grin back to Raven.

"Something the matter?"

Raven makes a face.

"I am not certain, yet."

He blinks at Jack, not quite batting his eyelashes.

"You, perhaps, are very tricky, too."

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