The first time he ever threw up on a ship, he knew something was wrong.
Then it was only a matter of watching for other signs, and then eventually, for the other signs. Suddenly rum was more of a comfort to him than it had ever been.
He was halfway through a bottle one night, and throwing it back up, when he finally heard it. A gentle, rushing sort of laughter.
Like mother's milk.
He leaned back against the wall of the cabin. Of course, he'd sort of known.
"Calypso. What have you done?"
Call it a gift, Jack, a parting gift from me.
"A gift or a curse?"
As you were to me.
He closed his eyes, and just leaned back against the solid, rocking wood, braids half-askew over his face.
Give my love to Hector. I can see he's already had yours.
And then the faint, rushing laughter again, and then silence. He raised the rum bottle to his lips again.
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Date: 2008-02-15 10:49 pm (UTC)Then it was only a matter of watching for other signs, and then eventually, for the other signs. Suddenly rum was more of a comfort to him than it had ever been.
He was halfway through a bottle one night, and throwing it back up, when he finally heard it. A gentle, rushing sort of laughter.
Like mother's milk.
He leaned back against the wall of the cabin. Of course, he'd sort of known.
"Calypso. What have you done?"
Call it a gift, Jack, a parting gift from me.
"A gift or a curse?"
As you were to me.
He closed his eyes, and just leaned back against the solid, rocking wood, braids half-askew over his face.
Give my love to Hector. I can see he's already had yours.
And then the faint, rushing laughter again, and then silence. He raised the rum bottle to his lips again.