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This is something he hasn't explored yet. So he sets out across the water, feet barely brushing the surface.

Looking up, he tries to spot who's singing.

"Last Easter in the morning fair
We was not far from land
We spied a mermaid sitting on a rock
With a comb and a glass in her hand, in her hand
With a comb and a glass in her hand--"

The movement below catches his attention. Jack breaks off there, looking down at the boy with interest.

"--you're no mermaid, lad."

He laughs at that, a soft noise like water splashing on stone. Where he was on the water, suddenly there's nothing.

Where there was nothing on the deck beside Jack, suddenly there's Santi, standing there, bashful and helplessly curious. He's a strange looking man. Santi regards him seriously.

Jack startles, coming bolt upright.

"Eeahh!"

Black eyes glitter with sudden curiosity. If he's disconcerted by the look of the boy's forehead, the grey pallor of his skin, Jack gives no sign of it.

"Now that there's a clever trick of yours, mate."

He has the good grace to sound at least slightly apologetic, because it wasn't kind of him to sneak up.

Santi has never really seen people like this before he came to Milliways.

He cocks his head sideways, causing beaded braids to rattle and clink.

"Spanish, is it, lad?"

A beat, and Jack grins at him as he waves one hand dismissively in the air.

"Ningún se preocupa, compañerito."

[ooc: Jack's Spanish is much better than his mun's; apologies in advance if I make a hash of things!]

He grins at him, timidly, and looks about because he's never been anywhere like this.

"Si-- pensé tan. Conozco España."

He brings one hand to his chest, adding,

"Jack Sparrow. Capitán-- y ésta," he says, gesturing grandly at the ship around them,

"Es la Perla Negra."

It's like something from a story book, or one of the grand pictures of navy ships he'd sometimes see in class. Explorers. Grand adventures on the ocean.

He looks at him with some wonder. How did he end up here?

"Aye, la Perla Negra."

It's not the first time Jack's seen that sort of look on a lad's face, either -- whether the lad's dead or not. He grins wickedly at Santi.

"Pirata." A beat, and Jack nods toward the main deck. "¿Desea verla, hijo?"

He's a pirate?

Santi actually takes pause here, to look at him and think seriously about it means. He's aware that that can mean soldier, and that it can mean like a highwayman.

He can't be more dead, he supposes, so it should be fine.

Jack looks delighted and hops to his feet-- then throws both hands out for balance, swaying rather violently for a moment.

"Ah. Steady on, Sparrow." A beat, as he regains his balance. "Much more better."

That done with, he looks down at Santi and beckons for him to follow as he starts up the deck.

"Adelantado," Jack calls back, over his shoulder, and then launches into something that sounds very much like a ... tour?

Seems someone's gotten used to showing people around the Pearl in the last year.

One leap of faith is all it takes to have Santi rushing to catch up with him, catching his hand. Santi's are soft and cool and immaterial, somehow.

It's a very pretty ship.

At the feel of the boy's fingers slipping into his hand Jack looks down, startled. Gold glints from a tooth as he gives a quick grin.

It fades, though. Now oddly serious, he studies Santi for a moment or two.

"Muerto, aye?"

A beat. His own fingers, rough and brown, are warm.

"Yo también."

Santi certainly didn't expect to end up here. When he learns Jack is dead, his fingers wrap a little tighter.

It's alright. Santi's been dead rather a while. This is a good place to be dead in. Santi will even show him around if he needs it.

"Perdido? No. Mas como... pegado," Jack muses, then shrugs. "No es el armario. Bastante bueno, savvy?"

He doesn't try to pull away from the lad's grip.

He agrees comfortably, because that's a funny expression for it.

He swings their hands happily, looking around at the various things. It's a lot like he imagined a sailing ship would be.

He grins down at the lad and waves his free hand toward the helm and the wheel that's lashed in place.

"¿Desea navegarla?"

Santi gives him a joyously hopeful smile. Of course, although he's not entirely sure where there is to go on this lake.

As he walks, asking softly,

"Ah."

Jack's quiet for a second, then says,

"Cayó -- luchó a beastie, el monstruo terrible, ¿entiende?"

He squeezes Jack's fingers. It's alright, he'll be alright now. He came to Milliways, and in Milliways you can find anything, like a home.

Whether or not it's true, Santi's absolute faith may be comforting.

It is, at that. Jack shrugs a little, grinning down at Santi-- and then is promptly distracted by practicalities as they arrive at the wheel.

"You're but a bit of a lad, son--" He looks around, and spots a small barrel lashed to one side of the deck.

"Ah-HA! Un momento." Jack pulls his hand free of Santi's and gestures for him to wait, then goes to retrieve the barrel, setting it down with a 'thud' and gesturing at it.

"There."

Santi watches this procedure, and grins when he sees what Jack is thinking. The man is obviously and clearly a genius.

Proud as any captain, Santi, clambers up and clutches the wheel, both for balance and because he's standing at the helm of a real pirate's ship.

Mostly though, for balance. He's not a solid sort of creature, the wind might very well blow him off and away.

Jack moves up beside him, placing one hand lightly on Santi's back to steady him.

"Ahora." He takes hold of the wheel, showing the lad how to turn it to catch the wind-- what there is of it. Not enough to bell out the Pearl's sails, not enough to truly move them, but enough to shift her, at least.

Jack lets go, then, and grins down at the boy as he he waves grandly toward the bow of the ship and the reaches of the lake beyond.

"Tráiganos ese horizonte."

He laughs, and the wind carries the sound about, like bird calls, like nothing living. For a second he's a spirit again, glowing, ethereal, powerful.

Then, he looks up at Jack, and smiles and he's a little boy trying to shake and blink his hair out of his eyes without taking his hands off the steering wheel in case it turns suddenly.

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