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Author: Guede Mazaka
Rating: G
Pairing: Jack/sea, James/water, some James/Jack.
Feedback: Sure. Good lines, bad ones, etc.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Notes: First half for unen2gemismasin, second half for lizzie_omalley, in return for the icons.
Summary: Water flows from higher to lower ground.
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It's nice near the sea's edge. It's even nicer standing on that wavy line, waves washing over the feet and leaving little bits of foam between Jack's toes. They pop after a bit, and prickle his skin. Adds another facet to the warmth of the sun on him.
He's feeling rather lazy today: the Pearl's bellied down with treasure and good food, no Navy sail's appeared on the horizon, and the ocean's being coquettish. Keeps lapping at him, then sluicing back like the flirtatious thing she is.
Well, one thing he's always enjoyed is the chase. Jack kneels down, spreads his arms, and throws himself after her.
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Sometimes the transition from deck to dock is a difficult one. James struggles to move on the land and not with it; he forces himself to smell the dust and not the salt. He goes into his rooms, puts down hat and sword, and splashes water on his face to clear his mind.
Except it doesn't quite work that way, this time. Wetness glides down his nose, cheeks, chin, and then seeps straight into his bones. And he's-
--grabbing for his desk, the sharp edge of the wood a painful reminder that joy is not that easy. Is not that present. It can't be, for how else would he be able to remain here?
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