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Oct. 19th, 2006 01:01 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
scourgeofpiracyHe's up early, as he always is, getting ready for another day's work on the Pearl. And he's trying not to think about how close the repairs are to complete, and what happens when it's all done.
He's about ten seconds from leaving when the knock comes at the door.
He's about ten seconds from leaving when the knock comes at the door.
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Date: 2006-10-22 11:38 pm (UTC)"Ah. Miss Lennox. Just the lass I was hoping to see."
Black eyes are glittering with something near-manic, but he sounds just as he always does.
"Don't suppose you know of any doctors around this bar, now do you?"
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Date: 2006-10-22 11:42 pm (UTC)Somehow, the simple syllable comes out sounding like an accusation of the most tremendously horrible deeds that Mary can imagine.
"Good doctors, even."
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Date: 2006-10-22 11:47 pm (UTC)"I just fell. I think? That's what Jack said-" He frowns, closing his eyes and reaching up to gingerly touch the back of his head.
"I'm alright."
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Date: 2006-10-22 11:55 pm (UTC)To Mary, he adds,
"Good. Run and find one, savvy? Run fast. Bring him to room ninety-seven, down that way. Someone else involved in the accident's still down there and needs help -- and that right sharp, now."
He gestures with one hand, pointing back over his head and down the corridor, then pins her with a glittering gaze.
"And lass? Might be best if you didn't go mentioning that you saw the lad here at all, savvy? The sawbones might want to go looking him over, and there's no need for that sort of poking and prodding. No need at all."
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Date: 2006-10-23 12:02 am (UTC)"Yes there is!" she says, in the piercing, emphatic voice of a thoroughly furious (and slightly frightened) little girl.
"He is not well. He ought to see a doctor - he cannot even walk!"
It is quite clear that Mary could care less about whoever is in room 97 - at least, until she's actually told he's dying.
"You are only afraid - likely you only do not want to get caught," she adds, scornfully.
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Date: 2006-10-23 12:09 am (UTC)"He can walk just fine-- just a bit dizzy. It's Norrington what needs the doctor, now, before he gets any worse."
"And as for getting caught--" There's no humor at all in Jack's face or voice. "Not worried about that, luv. Pirate, savvy?"
"Now. Either you step to it or I'll see to it meself when I come back, but either way the lad's going with me to the Pearl and some sawbones is going to that room."
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Date: 2006-10-23 12:22 am (UTC)An accident- did he fall? It is all just a blank, dark spot in his mind, but what Jack said-
Wellard looks at him, surprised. "Norrington? What happened to him?" Another wince, even as the hall keeps spinning, but he manages to look back to Mary.
"Just please go and do what he says, Mary? Its..." Something is not right, even if he has no idea what it all is, but-
"Please?" He closes his eyes.
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Date: 2006-10-23 12:41 am (UTC)"I will get the doctor," she snaps - more because of the 'please' than anything else - "but you had better not take him on the ship to hide him. Because I shall know where you are. And after I get the doctor I am going to find you, and if you have hurt him -"
Meaningfully: "I know how to hit."
And with that, she whirls on her heel and runs for the stairs.
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Date: 2006-10-23 12:50 am (UTC)"Now, lad, step to, come on--"
Muttering quietly, Jack supports Wellard to the stairs and down them, pausing in the shadows at the bottom.
As Mary gets the attention of a young woman, he seizes the moment of their distraction and leads Wellard around a small knot of people, looking for all the world as if one or the other of them is helping someone a bit too inebriated to walk on his own.
Seconds later, they're out the lake door and off to the Black Pearl.