http://straightatem.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] straightatem.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] lucetilogs 2011-09-12 07:25 am (UTC)

Familiar tones and inflections were a relief indeed. Though, not so much of one when he very nearly pulled the man who offered him a hand into the water with him!

He apologized briskly, no muttering or quiet voice about him. It seemed his volume matched his size; he was quite large, you see.

Standing, confused and cold as anything Jack touched knuckle to his forehead out of respect, the man who called himself the captain looked three sheets to the wind but he wasn't about to say anything. At least they were English.

"Aubrey. Captain Jack Aubrey, sir. Thank you for allowing me aboard."

Some habits.

He realized though, he was wearing naught but breeches. Similar to his own but...completely different. How on earth had he been redressed?!

He was slightly bewildered but once he saw the wings protruding from their backs. Jack stared fixedly at them with the most puzzled look upon his face. "Ah....," was all the intelligent questioning he could come up with.

It seemed he didn't quite notice his own pair of small dark wings plastered to his back from the water.

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