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[ineveryport.livejournal.com]

Jack is driving along one of the many roads on this big ol' wide continent in the Coraline, with all the windows open and a self-satisfied grin on his face. There's a bass guitar in the back, along with a couple amps (one of which actually goes up to 11 - he found the best); his cutlasses and guns are resting happily on the passenger seat and he's whistling while he looks out for other useful things to bring back to the farm.

(He's also looking for a friend he's missed recently)

There's no joy like the simple joys, and of them, Jack's favourite has always been the open sea road, knowledge of being useful to his friends, and a warm woman waiting for when he's done roaming.

Yo ho.

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[diseasedvermin.livejournal.com]

Tom sighs ever so heavily. "Last time I think you're doin' me a favour," he bitches, but the pleased expression on his face is at odds with his tone.

[ineveryport.livejournal.com]

Jack grins cheekily at him, and hesitates for a couple of seconds while working out the best direction to go in.

He's always been a big believer in crime as a solution for bad moods, and this world is turning out to be no different.