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*It's been a while.

Jack Sparrow -- that's Captain Jack Sparrow -- strolls in, grinning wickedly, and heads straight for the bar.*

Rum, luv, if you'd be so kind.

*A bottle and a glass appear instantly, and Jack pats the bar approvingly.*

You're a treasure and no mistake, luv. A treasure indeed.

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Apologies, luv. I'm sorry to hear that.

*Jack takes the glass from her and refills it, then hands it back. He lifts his own in a rare solemn moment.*

To those lost.

"To those lost," she agrees, throwing the glass back and swallowing hard. "Never gets easier."

No, luv, it doesn't, but you get better at dealing with it, savvy?

*He refills the glass again, and takes another drink of rum himself from his own.*

"Ah, well." She smiles again and, leaning over, kisses his cheek. "Thank you, Captain Sparrow."

Oh, it's my pleasure, luv.

*Jack grins wickedly at her.*

Definitely my pleasure.

Kitty laughs. "Evil old pirate." But she's grinning too.

*Jack looks insulted at this.*

Evil? Old? You wound me, luv.

*He leans forward, eyes sparkling.*

But I am a pirate. Savvy?

Her eyes twinkle back. "Explain it to me, and we'll see, won't we?"

Explain it, luv? There's one good way to do that...

*Jack throws back his head with a shout of laughter, and suddenly bursts into song.*

Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me.
We pillage and plunder, we rifle and loot.
Drink up me 'earties, yo ho.
We kidnap and ravage and don't give a hoot.
Drink up me 'earties, yo ho.

Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me.
We extort and pilfer, we filch and sack.
Drink up me 'earties, yo ho.
Maraud and embezzle and even highjack.
Drink up me 'earties, yo ho.

Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me.
We kindle and char and in flame and ignite.
Drink up me 'earties, yo ho.
We burn up the city, we're really a fright.
Drink up me 'earties, yo ho.

We're rascals and scoundrels, we're villians and knaves.
Drink up me 'earties, yo ho.
We're devils and black sheep, we're really bad eggs.
Drink up me 'earties, yo ho.

We're beggars and blighters and ne'er do-well cads,
Drink up me 'earties, yo ho.
Aye, but we're loved by our mommies and dads,
Drink up me 'earties, yo ho.
Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me!

*He finishes with a flourish, and takes a drink of rum, then grins at Kitty.*

Does that clear things up a bit, luv?

She applauds, laughing. "I think I understand now. Someday I'll tell you about Pirate Kitty, in return. That was a lovely song."

Pirate Kitty, is it?

*Jack refills her glass, grinning wickedly.*

You can't leave a tale hanging like that, luv. Have another drink, talking's thirsty work, and then tell me.

"Well," she sips, "Once upon a time, there was a fierce and daring pirate named Kitty, who sailed the seas with her One True Love, Colossus." She twitches slightly. "This was before her One True Love left her for a bloody healer from another dimension, mind you. True Love isn't what it's cracked up to be."

Causes a lot of trouble, luv. Ask me friend Will Turner, if you ever get a chance.

*Jack drinks more rum and gestures elaborately for her to go on.*

"I may do that. As far as I'm concerned, a good shag beat true love any day. But as it goes, before Life got in the way, Pirate Kitty and Colossus sailed about, until they lost their ship. And then they took to traveling by dragon, which was actually worse for the stomach, but much more fun." She sips her drink. "And they had all manners of adventures, from jinns to goddesses to princes to wizards. They found buried treasure, and broke curses. Once, Pirate Kitty even ended up with wings. Butterfly wings," she informs Jack seriously, "are not fitting for a pirate."

*Jack's eyes sparkle as he listens to her opinion on love.*

No, luv, I'd think not. Entirely too much wind at a good sailing speed, savvy? It'd tear the wings right apart, that it would.

"See? Exactly. Colossus got lovely metal wings with rockets, but Pirate Kitty? Butterfly wings. Barely lifted her up. They simply stank," she declares. "Pretty, but inappropriate. The jinn didn't understand why she hated them, but that's magic for you." She sighs dramatically. "Always did make for hte more interesting adventures, magic did."

That's not fair at all, luv. I know a lass name of Elizabeth -- Will's Elizabeth -- who would be highly insulted, savvy?

*Jack leans a bit closer, apparently caught up in the tale, and grins wickedly at her.*

Magic can be very interesting, luv, but I'd recommend staying away from curses.

"Savvy," she nods sagely. "Oh, but the curses, now, there were quite a few of those. Why, Pirate Kitty's dearest friend, and near sister, for that matter, was a demon sorceress, who played with the darkest sorts of magic you can think of. Nearly cost her her soul, it did, but the Dark Chylde kept herself whole in the end." Kitty finishes her glass, refilling it unsteadily.

*Jack takes a drink of his own and grins at her.*

And how did Pirate Kitty deal with these curses, hmm?

Small smirk. "Why, she broke them, of course. What else could any decent pirate do?"

*Jack looks absolutely delighted.*

What else indeed, luv. What else indeed.

*He reaches out to push a lock of hair behind one ear.*

Seems you make a good pirate, Kitty-luv.

She smiles and repeats the gesture on him. "Y'think so?"

*Jack grins wickedly and leans a bit closer.*

Aye, luv. I do.

More curiously than anything else, she leans in and kisses him.

He tastes like rum.

She looks content as she leans back and finishes her drink. "Yum."

*Jack looks very pleased.*

Oh, indeed, luv. Very sweet.

*Pirate. He leans in and kisses her again, very thoroughly.*