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Something quiet is lurking on the lakebank.

In and out behind the rocks, dark splashes, soft noises.

[ooc: sorry about that, folks, was kidnapped for business but am returned.]

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Ajedrez has, by this point, somewhat recovered from her hangover. It wasn't terrible, in anycase, and even if she is still feeling mildly ill, she's twitchy. Get up and run and run and run, but for the sake of her head she's contenting herself with kicking a football around.

It isn't clear if she has noticed the noises yet.

Probably not.

Santi leaps out, after peeking, because look at what she's doing!

She glances up, and smiles at him.

"Hey, Santi."

A real ball, a not-broken beautiful one. Look at that.

"You okay?" She asks, resting a sneakered foot on the ball to stop it from moving.

Someone has far less of a hangover than others might, this evening. It's the sort of thing that comes from drinking rum on a regular basis, savvy?

In any case, given the aforementioned hangovers that might be the sorts of things as others could be perceiving as unwelcome complications... let's just say Jack Sparrow has enough of a sense of self-preservation to be making himself scarce around the bar this evening.

Which means, in other words, that the pirate's currently perched on the railing of the lower deck, leaning back comfortably against the support of the upper, and humming a soft sea song.

He looks at her hopefully.

She glances at him, then to the ball, and then gentle kicks it towards him.

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.

He stops it easily with his foot (of course he's played football) and kicks it back, with a laugh.

Not in years, since their ball burst and deflated and they hadn't had one since but of course he knows how.

"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."

Ajedrez grins at the laugh. Good, he needs to laugh more. And, besides, kicking the ball is more fun with more than one person.

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.

And there is something unmoving by the lakebank, a big ball of orange and black and white fur, apparently snoozing.

Catnaps are even better when you're a big cat.

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.

He peeks out from behind a rock.

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.

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