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Serenity's got about another 32 hours before they hit Ezra.

The waiting before a job is usually the worst part, and today Mal is feeling it more so than others. He's checking in with the bar when he receives an eyepatch and a watergun the likes of which he hasn't seen since that ridiculous Assassin game in April.

There's a smirk when he shoves the eyepatch into his pocket, hopping behind the bar and scrawling out a sign before asking Bar for a 3' by 5' cloth.

Mal walks out the door to the lake, damn near whistling.

[ooc: I'm on gchat for any coordinating that might want to happen. Uh. It's not a huge boat, but it'll do. I'll put up an organizing post somewhere if this gets people involved.

ETA: This thread is for any arrivals if you are participating in shenanigans.

ETA AGAIN: OOC COMMUNICATIONS.

And it continues: The Battle Thread. Onlookers welcome.

And food for the spectators. And the winner, obviously.]

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Thoughtful, Elizabeth eyes him again.

"Has it? I was momentarily concerned I'd been working you too hard."

"Since when has any pirate ever worked too hard?" The respect he has for her is still there, but his smile might say that he doesn't regard her as quite being his captain today.

"I seem to be back in a time a bit. Bar magic, no doubt. And I do seem to recall that someone did once tell that happened. I suppose it should bother me, but after all the things we've seen, I guess I'm used to it." Or good at pretending he is.

The change is noted. Whatever strangeness this is, she breezes right past it and asks, "Where are you now?"

Her heart speeds up a bit at the thought that he knows what lies in store for them.

"Kingston. Still putting to sea from time to time, since we can never get it out of our blood, but Kingston is kind to me, and if I want to act as just another aging gentleman author, I can do that." He smiles with something he rarely shows...pride.

"Author?" she blurts out, not at all apologetic for her shock. Of all the things she expected him to say, that was far from the list.

"That's how you reacted the first time I told you, too." Or pretended to? "Someone in a place called Charleston, in the Carolina colonies, had the fool notion that my tales of sailing with Jack would be something people would want to read in his newspaper. And before long, he was payin' me to tell not just the tales but the Code itself.

"Or that part of it that the Code permits to be told to landlubbers."

Elizabeth's eyes narrow.

"Sailing," she drawls, "with Jack."

This bodes ill for her future successes.

"No offense, Captain, but his legend will only grow. Not that yours won't, but Jack is...Captain Jack Sparrow." He pauses. "Not that I've seen much of him all these years." That much he can say, but feels that he'd be ill advised to add more.

"Captain Jack Sparrow," she repeats, no small amount of exasperation in her voice. "I suppose I can't be surprised."

Mouth open, she looks him over again.

"I feel as if I should be asking you a battery of questions."

"You probably could be, but as to whether I ought answer them, suffice it to say that I may be a somewhat wiser man that I was and I can see the events ought to happen and not to be told of first." He might also be forced to note that good chunks of the intervening years (though not as many as some would expect) are covered in run-colored moss.

Elizabeth smiles like she's just found the missing piece of a puzzle.

"Wiser or still superstitious? Either way, I'm glad you're still around to tell tales."

"I suppose it's more the latter than the former. Though a wiser man might add that superstitions aren't necessarily unwise." No doubt that he's been around Jack from time to time if he says something like that. "And if it matters, you will be around to see me." Her and her son, but if he recalls correctly, she'll know about that soon enough, too.

That she will, much to her complete and utter shock.

But, knowing nothing of future offspring, she smiles with a fair amount of satisfaction and nods.

"Not all superstitions, no, Mr. Gibbs."

It's good to hear that some things will ever stay the same.

[ooc: Fade? Sorry, life got in the way yet again.]

[ooc: fade is fine.]

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