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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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"This elf's more comfortable in cities than aboard a ship, friend," she says, sparing a grimace.

"I practice my craft in the markets."

And are you good at it, luv?

*Jack grins wickedly at her.*

"Five hundred years of experience, friend, both in and out of the furs," she says, chuckling.

"Care for a demonstration?"

*Jack quirks an eyebrow at her.*

Five hundred years, luv? That's very interesting.

Go ahead. *He grins at her.*

She grins back and a pouch materializes from somewhere on her person.

Jack may recognize it.

"Missing something?" she asks casually, tossing it on the bar.

*Jack stares, and then shouts with laughter.*

You are skilled, luv. I don't know the last time someone was able to do that to me, savvy?

*He opens the pouch and spills a few jewels out. Jack studies them for a moment, then picks up a black diamond and casually flips it to Shadow, scooping the others back into the bag.*

Goes with your eyes.

She catches the stone easily and eyes it critically before smiling.

"I'm never one to say no to jewels."

*Jack grins wickedly at her.*

I like you, luv.

She smiles mysteriously. "Many men do. I like you, however, and that's less common."

*Black eyes glitter with sharp amusement.*

I'm flattered then, luv. Indeed I am.

She winks and demolishes more of her bottle.

"You should be."

*He grins wickedly at her.*

You're interesting, luv. Tell me more about yourself?

She raises an eyebrow and swivels so she's leaning back against the bar.

"What do you want to know?"

Anything you want to share, luv, I'd be interested in.

*Jack is still grinning.*

A slow smile.

"Shadow's short for Nightshade, after the plant, for one.

"I'm Guildmistress of the Guild of Thieves in my city, for another.

"And I've never said no to a drink in my life."

Well then, luv, how are you doing with that bottle of yours? Can I get you another?

*Jack quirks an eyebrow at her, clearly amused.*

"Certainly," she says easily. The rum's got a nice, smooth flavor that beats her death-defying bouts of Dragon's Blood.

And sharing such a wonderful drink with Jack is a fine way to pass an evening.

"Turnabout's fair play. Tell me of your ship, Captain Sparrow."

The Pearl. *Jack looks delighted.* The Black Pearl.

She's the fastest thing in the Caribbean, or in any ocean, for that matter. She's trim and tight and handles like a dream.

What she is, is freedom. *Jack looks at Shadow.* Savvy?

She looks at him for a moment. And smiles genuinely this time.

"Aye, friend. Freedom. 'Tis good wine and song and a road to carry my feet in any direction I choose, and I suppose it's much the same for you."

Aye, luv, that it is. *Jack grins, a touch wistfully.* Fair winds and good sailing and the deck under me feet, with ample rum, and I'm a happy man.

*His grin turns a touch wicked.*

I think we understand each other, luv. We might even have an accord, savvy?

"An accord of good foundation," she murmurs, holding out her bottle for a toast.

"To new friends."

*Jack clinks his against hers, with a real smile.*

Aye, luv. To that, indeed.

And to freedom.

"To freedom," and she drinks unhesistatingly.

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