I see the bad moon rising / I see trouble on the way

[lucetimods]

Who: Everyone!
What: There are these crazy masks everywhere, you see. And does the moon look strange to you?
When: The 23rd through the 30th. (If you want to backdate a thread in here to the 22nd for some reason, feel free. A separate log for the day of Halloween will go up at a later date!)
Where: Everywhere!
Summary: Things are starting to get a little spooky around here. What with masks that range from silly to creepy to downright menacing turning up everywhere, the people wearing them beginning to act strangely, and that menacing moon looking down.... why, it's starting to feel a little like Halloween.
Rating: Anywhere from G to hard R for violence, I'd imagine.

BOO!

.... ahem. Details are here! Have fun, everyone! (Oh, and please do remember to add character tags!)

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[deathsdoctor]

"Aren't you two close?"

Since we're talking about being free.

[all7seas]

"Aye. She's my...What interest is she to you?"

[deathsdoctor]

"... your lover. I know."

Oh, that's a wicked bunch of rollers coming in. He watches it carve into the beach.

"More what she is to you." Law? Has no interest in the woman herself, except to keep general tabs on her affairs, prominent in the village as she is. They have never even met in person. But she is connected to you, and you to Blackbeard, so it's a good thing to be in the know about where things are. "Given how things are going, maybe it's time to perhaps think about making it a third time..."

[all7seas]

"She'd never have me for a husband."

He suddenly becomes very preoccupied with toeing a hole in the sand with one booted foot. Discussing this drunkenly with Kennedy had been one thing; sober on the beach with Law is quite another. Buffy has his heart, but she'd never want his hand: Jack has been trying to convince himself of this---not to mention that the idea of it terrifies him. The thought of losing her terrifies him still more, but she does have the sparrow tattoo, now. She does have that.

"Isn't...nourishing feelings for a woman enough without marry-age?"

[deathsdoctor]

"Mmm... sometimes. Depends on the man and woman in question."

It's an informative sight... watching Jack toe the sand with his boot as a crab scurries by. The hole he's digging for himself. Law shifts, the set of his shoulders settling somewhere between questioning and challenging.

Really now. Never.

But he doesn't say it.

[all7seas]

"Buffy Summers is the sort of woman a man should treasure," he reflects after a moment. "The sort of woman a man would bind himself to. But she's a slayer. They live short and brutal lives. She's not one to plan ahead for...for such things. Not in that way."

[deathsdoctor]

"Are not our lives generally the same in that respect?" Short. Brutal. A pirate's life is rarely a kind one. He uncrosses his arms and shoves them into his pockets. It's one thing he likes about cargo pants. Lots of pockets. "Take what you can, when you can. Especially here. Because then it's gone."

A brief beat of silence punctuated by crashing waves.

"... I might have been wrong in what I said earlier..."

[all7seas]

"I plan on living a long, long time, mate."

It wouldn't be long enough---not with the Fountain option gone, and all. An impossible option.

"With as little brutality as possible."

Jack does not wish to question what Law might have been wrong about. The whole conversation is making him inwardly squirm, just as his talk with Norrington continues to torment him on one issue: he does not know what he wants in regard to the future. And that is a very treacherous thing. The scarred up tattooed map on his side is healed, now. Some days it is a comfort--others a mocking reminder of a future he will never have.

He had forgotten her when they sent him home the first time. The next time the Malnosso send him home, he will wake up cradling his Black Pearl in her bottle, and it is very possible that he will once again forget. Still a mockery, that--but a comfort, too.

[deathsdoctor]

Law's eyes flick to him with a Look. Might not get that choice, mate. Pirate.

Forty if he's lucky. That's what he's always known.

But again he says nothing. As he does not elaborate on what he thinks he might have been wrong about.

Instead he watches his boat ride the waves, child before the trampling mob, and simply breathes.