He doesn't answer right away, dark eyes studying Eowyn as if she were a specter or illusion that might vanish on him at any moment. But here she is, living, breathing, speaking, all too real. As if she'd stepped straight out of those dreams and into this cell.
Jack scratches a couple fingers over his mustache, faintly frowning, his tone soft. "I thought much the same. Blimey."
Then he shakes his head, lifting one shoulder in a useless shrug. "I don't rightly know, to be honest. I woke up on my ship, before, with me crew, under way to Tortuga. By and by, next day, we were sailin' unfamiliar waters. Then I found meself here." A beat passes, and Jack regards her. "Where is 'here', in any case?"
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Date: 2016-01-22 08:44 am (UTC)Jack scratches a couple fingers over his mustache, faintly frowning, his tone soft. "I thought much the same. Blimey."
Then he shakes his head, lifting one shoulder in a useless shrug. "I don't rightly know, to be honest. I woke up on my ship, before, with me crew, under way to Tortuga. By and by, next day, we were sailin' unfamiliar waters. Then I found meself here." A beat passes, and Jack regards her. "Where is 'here', in any case?"