Draft Log #3: During v. 2.0

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Who: Everyone on the draft
What: Day 3-5
When: August 27th-August 29th
Where: ONCE MORE INTO THE-- ...BEACH
Summary: Like it says above. The draftees reach the beach.
Rating: V FOR VIOLENT BEHAVIOUR!!


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[all7seas]

"Buffy." That name broke from his lips with a kind of ragged relief. "There was nothing we could do to save her in the end." A lame excuse; Jack again tried to sit up and gave up once more.

"You alright?"

[herotypical]

"I spent every fraction of a second up until you asked for your nose to be scratched thinking you were -- once again -- dead, Jack. Ask me again if I'm alright. I dare you."

But her own relief overcomes her indignation. Quieter: "Is there anything you need?"

[all7seas]

"Sorry. M' sorry, Annie, oh I'm sorry, love. I don't. Water?"

The fingers on his right hand were unscathed, and therefore unbandaged, and therefore twitching like mad.

[herotypical]

She watched his twitching fingers with her own increasingly twitchy demeanor. Her inclination to go and take her payment in blood from the enemy was no less fearsome but, unlike before, Buffy no longer wanted to give in.

"Water. You'll have it. I'll just be...hey, two shakes of a lamb's tail. Or even faster. One and a half shakes."

She stood.

[all7seas]

"One shake," he bargained. "Please."

[herotypical]

"Less than," she countered. And then she was gone -- carefully picking her way through the beds of the injured. She hated what the scene reminded her of. But Buffy pushed those memories out of her mind and sought out a great big supply barrel of clean -- if not terribly fresh -- water.

[all7seas]

Jack will take that opportunity to fall back asleep. Whatever medicine McCoy is giving him is making his mouth dry and making him feel utterly exhausted. Still, it is keeping the worst of the pain at bay, and if Jack even realized how badly he had been hurt, he'd be blessing the doctor every moment.

[herotypical]

Eventually, she returned with a little tin mug brimming with water. She had drank the first portion herself -- stood over the barrel with a greediness in her drinking. But then she had filled it again and when she returned to find him out for the count, she tucked the mug neatly against the top right leg of the cot.

Surely, the lamb's shaking tail didn't count if his being asleep pushed the time limit.

Rather than murmuring a quiet re-greeting, Buffy set to work at her original task. The only reason she'd come here in the first place. She folded the hem of her shirt up high and began to spread salve on the thin gash.

[all7seas]

The medicine was doing strange things to Jack Sparrow's brain. Crazy medicine. Crazy crazy McCoy medicine. The dream he was caught in saw Angelica at the mercy of her father, right at the lip of the Fountain. She was going to drink the poisoned cup.

"Angelica," the pirate moaned through parched lips. "Angelica."

He couldn't let her drink it; he could not watch her die.

[herotypical]

Buffy was mid-wrap with a long stretch of bandage when the pirate muttered the other woman's name. Her fingers curled and her nails dug unpleasantly into her wound and she hissed -- twitching a foot and nearly knocking Jack's precious gift of water all over the floor.

The Slayer breathed in deep and let go of herself, the unfinished patch job just left like that, the edge of the gauze swaying there in the barest breeze that managed to sneak into camp.

"...Jack?"

[all7seas]

The sound of his name on the slayer's lips did nothing to wake the drugged pirate. "No, love," he whispered. "Please."

[herotypical]

She reached for that right hand but her fingers waggled uselessly above his. Hesitating.

"You're dreaming," she said all too quietly. Wake up.

[all7seas]

A whimper as he watched her die; and then she transformed into a familiar golden-haired slayer, and he had to watch HER die as well---at the hands of the General. The locket, its dull gold stained with blood, dropped with the thud of a cannonball to the stony ground.

[herotypical]

"H-hey," at that whimper, she leaned up on her knees and clutched his hand firmly in hers.

"I brought your water. Come back to me, Jack. Please."

[all7seas]

"Annie." That reply was breathless, but not labored or terrified. Dark lashes fluttered, and then Sparrow cracked one eye open. A light blur represented where the slayer was standing by the bed. That pressure was his hand in hers. Jack tried to swallow and wet an uncomfortably dry throat.

"How many shakes was that?"

[herotypical]

"Zero point three three three three recurring," she first pressed her free hand against her injury and supported herself thusly as she eased closer to the bed. Shuffling knee by knee until she could remove said hand and reach for the mug.

"...Want some help sitting up? Without it, you'll end up with more water in your ears than in your mouth."

[all7seas]

"Aye...I'm not terribly sturdy at the moment, I'm afraid. I think I was smithereens, earlier. And Kennedy..."

Kennedy pulled me from the...

"Bugger."

[herotypical]

"You still kinda look like smithereens...just, y'know, if someone took those smithereens and wrapped them up like a Christmas present. Only instead of cute little snowman prints you have gauze."

She let go of his hand in order to ease him up into a sitting position.

"Archie what...?" Archie was easier to ask about than Angelica.

[all7seas]

"Pulled me from the water," he finished. A pause as he eased into a sitting position with her help. It was the first time he'd sat up since the incident and his muscles felt sore and tight--the bandages pulled a bit at his wounds and that didn't feel at all nice, either.

"I think there were sea turtles, Annie."

[herotypical]

"...Remind me to thank him when we're back home."

She brought the mug to his lips and contemplated whether she should consider the sea turtles in much the same light as the octopi.

[all7seas]

"I was wrong to judge him the way I did. Kennedy. Wrong, Annie. I'm a right bastard, really." A sip of that water and suddenly Jack's throat felt less like someone was lighting a strip of sandpaper on fire. Bliss. He greedily tried to drink more and it sloshed over his chin.

[herotypical]

"Don't forget to call yourself an impatient bastard, too." Buffy pulled the mug away but leaned closer. Searching for more control over this very sad situation. "Drink slower. It's not gonna up and disappear on you and I'll get you more if you want it."

[all7seas]

"Sorry, love; just thirsty, me. Fire and water and I can't remember...

It was just like with the Wench, Annie. Like goin' down with the Wench," he finished with a dazed expression on his face.

[herotypical]

She brought the water back to his mouth. "I saw it from the shore. What...what even happened out there, Jack?"

Asking a question seemed like an excellent way to control his drinking; Buffy deprived him of the mug long enough for him to answer her.

[all7seas]

Jack licked his lips, eyes on that mug. "The storm took us closer than we'dve liked to one of the Third Party gunners. He blew enough holes in her hull and killed her flying clockwork, and by the time we hit the magazine was in flames."

It was a long sentence for a wounded, weary man, and Jack leaned forward to get a sip before continuing.