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"Jack," She was real. This girl that he could barely make out in the breaking light of the sun was real. She had hugged him and told him that he'd be okay, which only made him feel like more of an a** than he already did for being so impetuous, but hey - at least he didn't have to make the first move. That could have gone in the worst direction imaginable... At least this only resulted in her retreating towards the water and she could still manage a smile. As much as Jack hated to admit it, the sky pirate really couldn't afford to scare her off. He was her only lifeline right now. "My name is Cordelia. It's nice to meet you Jack, though I wish it was under better circumstances." Jack couldn't help but laugh, and he only regretted it a little that time. "Tell me about it." He grumbled, smirking in spite of the pain. Jack watched as her eyes drifted back to the water. 'What the hell is she looking at? An escape route?' "Tell me, what do you sky pirates eat?" 'Food.' He quickly placed a hand over his mouth, suppressing another laugh. They honestly would not be able to talk about anything else! Well, he couldn't say that their relationship, whatever it became, wouldn't have priorities.
"There is probably food in the water, but I doubt you'll want back in there." She began contemplatively.
"Damn right I don't want back in there. I can barely move my arms, let alone try to swim and fish." Jack interjected suddenly. At the moment, he had had his fill of the water for a long time... or until the next time he 'fell' in.
"That leaves us with...that" From the way she said, Jack knew she hated the prospect of entering the forest just as much as he did. He honestly had no idea what was in there. In school as a kid, he was taught it was inhospitable. Between the "savage land species that the names no longer existed for" and the man-eating plants of "ancient times", any idiot that dared to step foot on these rare islands was doomed the instant they went into the brush. After several hours, Jack could at least attest to the fact that sitting on the beach with a low burning fire only brought him one guest: his rescuer. The only sounds he heard, as far as he knew from those ruddy documentaries he was forced to watch, were cricket chirps and bird calls. Hostile island? His a**. 'How much of the s**t I was taught is actually bullshit?'
"You know what, let's do it. Nothing screams "let's get to know each other" like a scary a** jungle as the sun rises, am I right?" He smirked ruefully. "If you trust me, that is." He paused, raising an eyebrow. "Do you trust me, Cordelia?"
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