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[whitby]

She tilted her head back against the mast -- closed her eyes. "Tell me. Have you ever jumped and slid down the twenty-seven waterfalls of Damajagua? Naked?" A pause; she did not look to him for his answer. "I have. No life can be counted wasted after that, no matter how short."

And hers was going to be very short indeed if she died tonight. Though she hardly believed her own words. She would feel very wasted if this was the end.

[pirateblood]

"I dueled two men on a spinning water wheel, careening down an island into the ocean. But the waterfalls sounds far more exciting."

And he counted himself envious of the stories he heard, because they were things he could not do. He'd not yet decided where he would spend his next day ashore, because for once, he had nowhere to go to. But he doubted it would be spent careening down any waterfalls in any manner of dress.

[whitby]

"And pray-tell, Captain Turner, were you naked?"

She doubted it, of course. But it seemed to be the proper sort of escalation.

[pirateblood]

"If you're going to die, Miss Whitby, then I'll leave it to your imagination decide."

[whitby]

She held up a finger. Her humour was sporting, but she was clearly growing weaker.

"Captain, sir. Captain Whitby. My girl's a wreck, but I'll keep my title if I am so certainly doomed in your eyes. Now -- let me close mine. Have myself a little rest, and dream up your duel." A chuckled pause. "Your sword, I suppose, was quite impressive?"

[pirateblood]

He would not play into her innuendo. However: "Crafted by the finest blacksmith I know." Himself. "Much more impressive than what was held by the others."

[whitby]

Whitby allowed his puritanical diversion with nothing more than a pout. Oh, how you spoil what fun she had left. Maybe had left. Blast, but if she was going to die she wished the world would just get on with it.

"Tell me won. Even if you did not. Lie to me, if you must."

[pirateblood]

"Defeated them both. They were both put out by it, since they'd been doing that sort of thing longer than I had."

And one of them was dead. And Jack Sparrow... well, he'd never ferried the man to another life. A man like that, he could only assume he was still out there, somewhere.

[whitby]

"Here's a tip to you from me, mate. Experience ain't worth tits on a bull if you don't have that...je ne sais quoi. That spark. That -- calling."

[pirateblood]

Will chuckled, genuinely at that. "I think Jack would have called it a difference of priorities. I spent a lot of time practicing." In reflection, he realized it was perhaps an excessive amount of practicing.

[whitby]

And, like Jack, she parlayed such admitted inexperience into another kind of ignorance: "Ah. I see how it is. You hone one sword before the other. How tragic."

[pirateblood]

He frowned at her. "I should have left you on your ship."

[whitby]

"But -- bless your soul -- you seem to be one of those few good men I hear so much about. Can't let a lady die alone, eh?"

[pirateblood]

"Try not to be too flattered, Captain Whitby. I'm just a perfectionist when it comes to my job."

[whitby]

"Is it a job if you don't get paid?"

...It was more of a serious question than she would let on. After all, she had her misgivings about the matter herself.

[pirateblood]

"It's a job if you do it. A curse if you don't."

Davy Jones.

[whitby]

"Job or curse and not a ducat to be found between'em -- eh?" Whitby repositioned herself, laying flat out on the bench. It was a small measure more comfortable, though her guts still ached.

"Another word of advice, then, young Captain," though she couldn't be more than twenty-five herself, and likely a few years younger. "Never take a job what doesn't pay in any currency but curses." A pause, then, as she tried to sort out all those double and triple negatives. "Aye. Yes. That's right."

[pirateblood]

Will wondered just how long she intended to play at this, prolonging her death like this. The pain, he expected, had to be awful. But he could admire her spirit in trying to beat it.

"You seem a bit young to be giving advice."

[whitby]

"I'm a bit young for a lot of things," she sassed -- her eyes shutting once again. "But don't you know that youth is deceptive and the young-looking can have been rattling 'round for centuries? How long have you held your post, hmm?"

[pirateblood]

"I lost count." After he no longer had anything to return to, the numbers didn't matter so much.

[whitby]

She was shocked to find her breath faltering. A soft curse came under her breath -- how silly to die this way, and she felt the need to explain so to the Dutchman's captain.

"I never lose count. I was mistress of the Neptune's Lady for a good two years before we were scuppered. Do you know--" a pause for a soft sigh "--what took me, in the end? A hunk of wood. Splintered from the mainmast. A stake," she laughed, "and although I don't trust you to understand the irony involved, I will at least assure that it is very ironic indeed."

[pirateblood]

"I was stabbed by a sword I forged myself, as a present for a man who was in love with the same woman I was, and then stolen by Davy Jones. Leading me here." Perhaps more dramatic than a piece of wood. But ironic all the same. But he kneels next to her. Eyes intent.

"I ask one last time. Do you fear death? Do you fear the dark abyss? All your deeds laid bared, all your sins punished? I can offer you a respite to delay that final judgement."

[whitby]

"Aye." The syllable was but a whisper and -- all at once -- her youth made her look more vulnerable than hale. She could not be like her sisters from long ago. Slayers who had met their doom with chins high and virtues flourishing. She had run from that life -- that job. And now, certainly, such a sin would find her out. "Only fools meet death like an old friend."

[pirateblood]

"One hundred years before the mast. That is the bargain you buy." And now, with her acceptance, his power could do its work. He set a hand, colder than normal hands, on her forehead. With it came healing and an end to her pain. All pain.

You should have chosen death.

[whitby]

...A hundred years before the mast. It was a better offer than the Council had given her. And his touch was sweet. Soothing, really. It took her breath away to be so gently treated -- or was that simply the last lungful leaving her body?

"Aye, Captain," she murmured -- a hand catching up one of his lapels and grasping the cloth.