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[Finny is outside working in the garden. Yes working. Or at least what he thinks is working. Trimming the trees while his Mary Sue Lillian is tending to the flower bed watering them. So far he hasn't done anything too bad that can be noted.]

That's the trees done, they look much better than before.

We did it without anything getting destroyed.

Right!

Shall we move on to the next part?

Yes, just don't...

[Lillian has already ran ahead as Finny followed after, now off the blackberry screen.]

Lily! Don't run to fast or...

[Crash!]

I'm sorry!

[Nothing is seen until Lillian comes and picks up the blackberry, her face clearly in the picture.]

Ummmm, we kinder just had a tiny accident and somethings have broken, but don't you worry everything is ok.

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[He limps away to find a place to sit down to look at his foot.]

Perfectly at ease, my friend.

[He winces when he removes the boot. Finny, it's not a good idea to get too close. Who knows how long that foot's been in there.]

Ah.

[He wiggles his toes and smirks.]

All my little digits are fine.

That's good, don't want anyone to have a broken foot because of me.

[And Jack grins, rubbing his foot. Even the smell of his own feet were overpowering even to the pirate.]

Whoo! These puppies are li'l too salty. I need a bath.

[Yep, sure indicator for Jack. If he can smell his own feet, it's time to bathe.]

Not to worry. I've dropped cannon balls on 'em before.

Do you need help getting back to you room?

[He eventually slips his boot back on and winces. Most of what he said was an exaggeration and the cannon ball only clipped his foot and not landed on it fully.]

I'm fine, lad.

[He moves to stand up slowly and hisses. His voice sounds strained.]

I'm good.

[And he limps off while managing his best to keep his image somewhat in tact only to fail at it once he reaches the corner and trips.]

Okay, I~ think I'll need a little help.

Help him Finny, Help him.

I'm sorry, this seems to be the faster way.

[A~and Jack flails his arms a bit from the sudden lift off the ground.]

Whoa! You're a strong one. Honestly speaking, and honestly this sounds weird coming from me, as strong as you are, and as weird as this appears to the unyielding gazes of passersby and onlookers, a proposal was never offered.

[He smirks only playing with Finny a bit just to see how he would react, providing that he was understood at all.]

I'm sorry, but it was either me helping or Lillian would of stepped in.

Uh...I'm good.

[He starts messing with things as they pass by them. Some of the things along the way he either plucks at, knocks down or just takes if they caught his eye and looks at it, then replacing said object in a place where it wasn't supposed to be.]

I'm sorry for what happened, but you should be more careful next time.

[The inside of his room looks like the cabin of a ship...only in dark shades sans the rocking. He grabs a bottle of rum and pulls the cork with his teeth and lifts the bottle.]

Pain? It'll be gone in a few hours.

[He takes a swig and offers it to Finny.]

You have my thanks.

[Jack hardly offers his rum to anyone unless he likes them and he trusts them.]

What is it?

It's rum!

[His voice was chipper and a big smile on his face.]

I was about your age when my dad gave me some. He said it would put hair on my chest.

[He looks at his chest and snorts.]

I'm still waiting and finding the right kind is taking longer than I thought.

[Slight confusion on his face.]

You've been drinking since you were younger. [Confused Finny is confused, but will refuse the drink politely as getting tipsy would equal a angry Sebastian.]

It's all a part of it growing up in Tortuga.

[He shrugs and takes a pull before replacing the cork.]

Still, all this modern high-to-do's making me seem a bit out of place and superfluously standoffish. Not that there's any real contest in the matter of what-not's though I might simply exist for the sake of confusion's sake if no other purpose makes me that much more aware of why's and how's.

[He picks up his protractor and begins a listless motion with it on the chart.]

No courses to map and no purpose puts into prospective how obsolete one really is, eh?

[He doesn't seem bothered but that smile suggests a hidden lie.]

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