Date: 2018-01-10 08:52 am (UTC)
drinkupmehearties: (All that's left are your bones)
His gaze pulls away briefly at Faramir's initial words. "Aye. Perhaps it were a spot of luck, that." Someone with flintlocks and cannon at their disposal, equipped with graver and more heinous intentions than simple pirating -- Jack can't imagine that an encounter would bode well for these people. Cutler, certainly, would wholly take advantage.

He hesitates at the question, however, wanting to be careful in his answer. "She was, rightly, uncertain 'bout the choice you'd given her. Figured she could only be with one, or the other. Not both o' us." And of course, there had been no choice when it came to that -- Jack was aware that Faramir would always win in that respect. "I suggested that instead of choosing between the two of us, that we could all take part together."
This account has disabled anonymous posting.
If you don't have an account you can create one now.
HTML doesn't work in the subject.
More info about formatting

Profile

shieldofrohan: Art by Ellaine on dA (Default)
Éowyn

June 2025

S M T W T F S
1234567
8910111213 14
15161718192021
22232425262728
2930     

Style Credit

Page generated Jan. 15th, 2026 03:07 am
Powered by Dreamwidth Studios

Expand Cut Tags

No cut tags

Most Popular Tags