Christmas on the Pearl

[pirate_gibbs]

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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Re: Toasts

[pirate-gibbs.livejournal.com]

"You can fly?

"Are you some sort of witch?" If he hadn't found her so calming, if he didn't know how close she is to Jack, and if he weren't scared to death of witches of unknown power, he'd be a lot more angry. Or scared.

Scared.

Re: Toasts

[futures_of_ash]

Something in her gaze sharpened, weighing his response. And...to set him at ease, she stepped away slightly, gave him room.

"Yes. And no, I'm not a witch. I don't have a magical bone in my body. I'm just...very very different than most." it was offered...apologetically.

Sadly.

Re: Toasts

[pirate-gibbs.livejournal.com]

"Like so many of the others here." It will take a fair amount of time to get used to this place. And maybe Miss Swann is right in wanting to be back home soon. "I meant no offense, Miss Grey. I just have no trust in magic, and never thought anyone could fly.

"Or could teach anyone else to fly. Though Alanna does seem the kind to do as she pleases."

Re: Toasts

[futures_of_ash]

"If it helps at all, it's not actual flying, but me moving myself and others with my mind. Its' genetic, a heritage thing" she sighed.


"And the lessons are more like her learning how to handle flying when I'm there, cause I can't teach others to actually fly unless they're quirky like me."

It did neatly answer the question of how the Pearl got free of the lake for a day though...

Re: Toasts

[pirate-gibbs.livejournal.com]

"Ah." A pause, followed by another. "Twould be a lie if I said I understand what you mean. But then, it may be why you and Captain are friends. Never could keep up with him, either." And Gibbs lets a little bit of a sly grin come to his face for just a second.

Re: Toasts

[futures_of_ash]

"And it doesn't help that I seem to be good at confusing people" she offered wryly.

"He needs the people he trusts to keep him grounded though, and you do that. Thanks"

Re: Toasts

[pirate-gibbs.livejournal.com]

"I just do my job." And it really is a job, when all is said and done. Pirate or not, it's full time work, keeping up with Jack. "But I would be remiss in not accpetig the thanks of a pretty young lass. Even one who is on fire and flies."

Re: Toasts

[futures_of_ash]

"Thanks...I think" she chuckled, lifting a glass of rum in a wry toast.

Re: Toasts

[pirate-gibbs.livejournal.com]

Gibbs lifts his cup, gives a smile, and then lurches. "Oh my. It would seem that I may have had just a bit more of the rum than I should have." Yes, it is possible if very rare. "If'n you'll excuse me, I must lay down." Which he proceeds to do right there.

Re: Toasts

[futures_of_ash]

And she sipped from her glass once more, and didn't offer to help with the alcohol in his system. She'd inflicted enough upon the poor man...

So she simply slipped away as she'd come; quietly.