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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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"Mmmm, yes..."

He doesn't quite purr, but it's closer to it than he's been lately.

"I must say, however, my dear Jack, you have been missed."

Have I, mate? *Jack takes another drink, then grins wickedly.* That's very interesting.

"Is it?"

Frankie doesn't do innocence very well, but when he's... well, call it plain-clothes, it's a bit easier.

"Whatever makes you say that, my dear pirate?"

*Jack just grins at him.*

Now, now, mate -- that'd be telling.

"And is it a pirate, or a gentleman, who doesn't kiss and tell, my dear?"

He smirks, lighting up a cigarette, and leaving the unlabelled pack on the bar, should Jack want one.

"Not that it's entirely applicable in either case, I suppose."

Pirate, mate. Never a gentleman.

*Jack is still grinning.*

"Does this mean you'll tell me then, if I ask nicely?"

Frankie does not bat his eyelashes at Jack, because that lacks class. And whatever else he is or is not, he prefers to have class when he may.

*Jack patiently repeats himself.*

Pirate.

*He grins wickedly -- very wickedly -- at Frankie.*

He chuckles, and pours more rum into both glasses. Lifting his, and clinking it against Jack's in what may or may not be a toast, he replies in kind.

"Transvestite."

And he grins right back.

*Jack grins wickedly.*

You'd get along well in Tortuga, mate. Or in Singapore.

*He drinks.*

He laughs. "Well, I should think I get along just well here, too, my friend."

Frankie drinks as well, still grinning.

Absolutely, mate. This place is much more interesting than Tortuga, at times. Sometimes even more than Singapore.

*Jack grins and drinks again.*

"Is Singapore so interesting as all that, then?"

He grins wickedly, feeling better perhaps, and rebelliously Does Not Drink.

"Please, Jack, do tell me a story. I'm all ears."

Have you never been to Singapore, mate? *Jack looks completely shocked.*

That's a shame, that is.

*He drinks more rum, then grins.* What sort of tale would you hear?

"Not the one on Earth, at least." He smirks at Jack, amused.

He takes a moment to sip at his rum, then raises an eyebrow as he lowers the glass. "What sort of tale would you like to tell? I'm really... quite open about these things, you know."

*Jack grins.*

Have I told you about the time I impersonated a priest? Or the time I kidnapped a merchant's twin daughters?

"Afraid not, my dear, on either one. Please, do go on."

He grins, and tops up Jack's glass.

*Jack takes a drink, then starts telling the tale.*

It was a few years back, savvy? We took a ship from one of the Spanish lines, and brought everything of value aboard.

Turns out that the merchant whose ship it was had sent his twin daughters to Hispaniola to join his household there. *His grin turns wicked.* They were lovely lasses, all of twenty years old, and very friendly indeed.

Spent a few weeks sailing around with them before we managed to collect the ransom. *Jack looks solemn.* I wouldn't have been a good host had I not seen to their entertainment, savvy? But it was their idea -- they were fond of me, for some reason.

Frankie laughs. "Oh, but of course, my dear Jack. And I'm sure I can see why they must have been."

Still smirking a little, he finishes off his glass of rum, and refills both it and Jack's once more.

"And you've impersonated a priest as well, have you?"

*Jack grins, and takes another drink.*

Aye, mate. I have. But it's your turn for a tale, savvy?

Frankie looks at him, a faint smile still playing around the corners of his mouth.

"I'm afraid that none of my stories paint me in a particularly flattering light, my dear."

Doesn't need to stop you, mate.

*Jack grins at him.*

Make it something you like better, savvy?

He chuckles softly. "Perhaps next time I see you, my dear Jack, I shall have a story to tell you."

I'd like that, mate.

*Jack grins wickedly, and stands up.*

Another time, then?

"But of course, my dear. Wouldn't miss it for the world." He smirks, also standing. He hesitates for the briefest of moments, watching Jack with an odd expression on his face, before shrugging a little, finishing his second glass of rum, and setting the empty on the bar.

"My thanks, of course, for the rum and the story, Jack."

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