This kind of sentimentality might not be Charlesā usual mode, but it is Jackās. He thinks in symbols and ripple effects and what-ifs, desperately trying to assign meaning to every mistake and random circumstance, wiggle himself into an ongoing story that he feels he deserves to be a part of. On the rare occasion that Charles talks like this, he doesnāt think it foolish, but listens with the utmost seriousness. From someone not prone to the same kinds of fanciful musings, theyāre worth all the more.
Strangely enough, itās what he needs to hear right now. Itās what you are to me. Present-tense. Still, after everything heās done here and who heās done it with, when he crosses over that threshold tomorrow, heāll still be worthy of his position. A proper fucking pirate, to the end. Tinged with sadness as it is ā over everything, over Charles, over the two of them ā Jack manages a smile, as he receives his next directive.
Spend them better than this.
Jack nods, once. He can't spend his last few hours here mourning. Charles wouldnāt want him to, even if the thread between them hadnāt frayed like this. Thereās another dead man waiting for him at home, ready to cling to him until the guards arrive to pry them apart. Thatās where he needs to be. ]
Youāre right. Go back to her. Sheāll love you better than I could.
[ He reaches his hand out to shake, the ring that Charles gave him still prominent on his middle finger, as is the etching in his skin reminding them both of where heās going from here. Itās not as firm a shake as it probably should be, an excuse to touch him again without asking too much. ]
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This kind of sentimentality might not be Charlesā usual mode, but it is Jackās. He thinks in symbols and ripple effects and what-ifs, desperately trying to assign meaning to every mistake and random circumstance, wiggle himself into an ongoing story that he feels he deserves to be a part of. On the rare occasion that Charles talks like this, he doesnāt think it foolish, but listens with the utmost seriousness. From someone not prone to the same kinds of fanciful musings, theyāre worth all the more.
Strangely enough, itās what he needs to hear right now. Itās what you are to me. Present-tense. Still, after everything heās done here and who heās done it with, when he crosses over that threshold tomorrow, heāll still be worthy of his position. A proper fucking pirate, to the end. Tinged with sadness as it is ā over everything, over Charles, over the two of them ā Jack manages a smile, as he receives his next directive.
Spend them better than this.
Jack nods, once. He can't spend his last few hours here mourning. Charles wouldnāt want him to, even if the thread between them hadnāt frayed like this. Thereās another dead man waiting for him at home, ready to cling to him until the guards arrive to pry them apart. Thatās where he needs to be. ]
Youāre right. Go back to her. Sheāll love you better than I could.
[ He reaches his hand out to shake, the ring that Charles gave him still prominent on his middle finger, as is the etching in his skin reminding them both of where heās going from here. Itās not as firm a shake as it probably should be, an excuse to touch him again without asking too much. ]
So long, Captain.