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Will, I hope you don't mind my writing this in.
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Apparently the captain had been so enamored with Elizabeth that he’d forgotten only five days prior he’d ‘rescued’ the Admiral from World’s End. The young Turner had been surprised to learn of the man’s death, and, courtesy of Bootstrap’s explanation, William had deemed it fit to take him aboard until they ventured back to Port Royal.
Since then, James had spent a good deal of his time below deck, working with sorting the charts and scrolls of parchment that had been stored in the writing desk below. He did his share of sailor’s work as well, though with his frequent absence, it was understandable that William would’ve forgotten he was aboard.
Stepping back as the door was opened, James gave a nod of acknowledgement to Will’s inquiry and moved aside to allow a view of the halved mainsail. “Not anymore.” Unaware of Elizabeth’s presence, the taller man smoothly gestured to the starboard side of the ship, his voice holding a tone of mild irritation. “Aside from splitting the mainsail, he’s hijacked a longboat, rope, a few supplies, and, more than likely, anything of value, should it have been aboard…”
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