Draft Log #3: During v. 2.0

[lucetimods]

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]

Poor darling.

[Jack's own voice was hoarse and quiet in response.]

Why don't you cure her illness, then?

[deathsdoctor]

[His head bows.] I've given her medication. That and rest, if she takes it, will eventually take care of the physical ills.

But what truly ails her... that's going to take time to heal. Time, care, [His eyes lift to fix on Jack's.] and friends.

[all7seas]

[And possibly rum, Jack thinks privately. And if she'd like, both rum and himself. A nod.]

Of course. Friends, eh? And before we know it, she'll be right as rain once more.

....Never quite understood that expression, but that's neither here nor there.

[deathsdoctor]

[You're safer with just the rum, mate. B| Think of the Sanji, man. Think!]

... or hopefully near enough. [Head tilt] Want that glass of water over there?

[all7seas]

Erm......if you'd be so kind.

[Ugh. Jack does not want Law's help with the water, but on the other hand? He can't remember when he's ever been this thirsty.]

[deathsdoctor]

Aa... alright. Here. [He trusts that you can take care of the actual drinking part by yourself. That glass is picked up and pressed into your hands.]

[After all, fingers full of something else are fingers not available for scratching at burns.]

[all7seas]

[True facts! Gratefully, yet also grudgingly, Sparrow accepts the water and drinks it down slowly. The parched feeling disappears well before he sets the glass down on the corner of his bed.]

Right. Obliged, Law.

[deathsdoctor]

[Tipping his hat in response.] No problem. [He takes a swig of his own flask, rocking back on his heels thoughtfully.]

Anything you need or should I scoot and leave you to your peace?

[all7seas]

[Being cared for by this strange pirate was not something Jack wanted.]

I've got McCoy, mate, and Mia. Raine. You'd best go off and...Norrington needs as many men as he can get in the fight.

[deathsdoctor]

[This isn't care. He's not inclined to do any serious tending to one of Blackbeard's nakama.

This is merely politeness.]

Aa. Rest well then, Captain. Good night.

[And with a last tip of his hat, Law ghosts out, silent as a specter, and barely disturbing the air with his passage.

One moment there, the next not.]