[Jack takes a moment to furtively look to either side of him. Nobody. Who was she speaking to, then, if not him?
...no matter.]
A town, yes, but not the town you seem to be showing me, love.
[After all, there's the sea around him as he's standing on the docks, the screams of birds and the shouts of shipmen and drunks nearby. That doesn't seem to be the sort of place this woman's in, if her choice in clothing didn't already clue him in to that. Jack's smile could -almost- be termed "wicked," if you squinted at it close enough.]
And what manner of witchery is it that lets you and I talk in the here and now, then, mm?
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...no matter.]
A town, yes, but not the town you seem to be showing me, love.
[After all, there's the sea around him as he's standing on the docks, the screams of birds and the shouts of shipmen and drunks nearby. That doesn't seem to be the sort of place this woman's in, if her choice in clothing didn't already clue him in to that. Jack's smile could -almost- be termed "wicked," if you squinted at it close enough.]
And what manner of witchery is it that lets you and I talk in the here and now, then, mm?