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"Oh, right." She bid me inside. Man, I was jealous...gold everywhere. May as well...make some profit here. The oh-so-posh-sir accepted the letter, gave me some coins and left. How polite. He didn't even say anything, maybe he just didn't want me to ruin his precious air by speaking with my foul mouth. Pah.
The maiden turned around for a second to bow to her lord which was all I needed to grab something nearby, rush out the door with a short "Bye" and slam it right in her face.

I always wanted an own sword

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He looked down. He cursed. He looked down again. His boots weren't even visible anymore - quicksand. What a pain in the...well, you know.

"Yeah, right...", he mumbled to himself. How is he going to get out of here? Surely one of his...more or less crazy ideas could help him. Like always.
Jack looked around. No wonder why the guards didn't chase him down here. Not a single tree or trunk in sight. Nothing. They probably thought he would die anyway - except for one person. The chief. But Jack couldn't possibly know that, right?

Right.

Because - after all - there was one single person standing on top of the hill, watching him, his eyes never leaving his figure.
The infamous captain didn't see him at all though since he was busy trying to save his sorry ass. This was the only reason he failed to notice a young woman staring at him...carefully sliding down the hill...and poking him with a sword.

"Why the what-?!" He turned his body around, not able to fully turn himself to her since he was still stuck. Jack began to wiggle and struggle, tossing around, swearing.

"Stop", a single feminine voice said. "Stop moving. You'll only sink deeper." True to her words, the sand was already at his waist.

"Oh, great. I'll just sink slowly then. Thank you very much." His voice dripped with sarcasm. "How-", he turned right, "am I-", left, "goin' to-", he tried to jump, "get out of this?"

"Lay down", the voice said again. "Slowly. Try to pull your feet out."

Okay, his ideas were crazy, but that...? That was...ridiculous. Jack Sparrow wasn't a man to follow orders, but for once...he did. And he could feel himself stop sinking.
"How does this work?", he mused to himself, staring at the sky. His thoughts were getting lost until a rather annoying voice chimed in again. He looked up, and due to him laying on the ground, he could see her. [h/l], [h/c] hair, [e/c] eyes. Not too bad.

"Creating a larger 'footprint should free your feet by removing the pressure they create, allowing them to float. When you feel them start to come free, roll to your side away from the quicksand and free of its grip. You'll get dirty, but its the quickest and safest way to free yourself. Trust me."

He didn't really listen, instead he checked her out. Mh.

"Yeah, right...How do you know that?"

"Childhood." Her answer was quick. She raised an eyebrow as if she wanted to ask him something - which she did. "You coming?"

Right. He was still stuck. Because he didn't listen to her in the first place, she had to repeat the instructions for him all over again, resulting in getting him free...and full of sand. Yuck.
He brushed of his clothes, collected his dropped hat, nodded, and left. Just like that...leaving a very confused girl behind him.

"W-wait! What's your name?"

"Jack Sparrow. Captain Jack Sparrow."

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"Oh, right." She bid me inside. Man, I was jealous...gold everywhere. May as well...make some profit here. The oh-so-posh-sir accepted the letter, gave me some coins and left. How polite. He didn't even say anything, maybe he just didn't want me to ruin his precious air by speaking with my foul mouth. Pah.
The maiden turned around for a second to bow to her lord which was all I needed to grab something nearby, rush out the door with a short "Bye" and slam it right in her face.

I always wanted an own sword

••• ••• •••

He looked down. He cursed. He looked down again. His boots weren't even visible anymore - quicksand. What a pain in the...well, you know.

"Yeah, right...", he mumbled to himself. How is he going to get out of here? Surely one of his...more or less crazy ideas could help him. Like always.
Jack looked around. No wonder why the guards didn't chase him down here. Not a single tree or trunk in sight. Nothing. They probably thought he would die anyway - except for one person. The chief. But Jack couldn't possibly know that, right?

Right.

Because - after all - there was one single person standing on top of the hill, watching him, his eyes never leaving his figure.
The infamous captain didn't see him at all though since he was busy trying to save his sorry ass. This was the only reason he failed to notice a young woman staring at him...carefully sliding down the hill...and poking him with a sword.

"Why the what-?!" He turned his body around, not able to fully turn himself to her since he was still stuck. Jack began to wiggle and struggle, tossing around, swearing.

"Stop", a single feminine voice said. "Stop moving. You'll only sink deeper." True to her words, the sand was already at his waist.

"Oh, great. I'll just sink slowly then. Thank you very much." His voice dripped with sarcasm. "How-", he turned right, "am I-", left, "goin' to-", he tried to jump, "get out of this?"

"Lay down", the voice said again. "Slowly. Try to pull your feet out."

Okay, his ideas were crazy, but that...? That was...ridiculous. Jack Sparrow wasn't a man to follow orders, but for once...he did. And he could feel himself stop sinking.
"How does this work?", he mused to himself, staring at the sky. His thoughts were getting lost until a rather annoying voice chimed in again. He looked up, and due to him laying on the ground, he could see her. [h/l], [h/c] hair, [e/c] eyes. Not too bad.

"Creating a larger 'footprint should free your feet by removing the pressure they create, allowing them to float. When you feel them start to come free, roll to your side away from the quicksand and free of its grip. You'll get dirty, but its the quickest and safest way to free yourself. Trust me."

He didn't really listen, instead he checked her out. Mh.

"Yeah, right...How do you know that?"

"Childhood." Her answer was quick. She raised an eyebrow as if she wanted to ask him something - which she did. "You coming?"

Right. He was still stuck. Because he didn't listen to her in the first place, she had to repeat the instructions for him all over again, resulting in getting him free...and full of sand. Yuck.
He brushed of his clothes, collected his dropped hat, nodded, and left. Just like that...leaving a very confused girl behind him.

"W-wait! What's your name?"

"Jack Sparrow. Captain Jack Sparrow."