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“ d'you know i would seriously consider drinking the atlantic whole if only you asked me to. ”

        With the noisy din of the tavern around them pleasantly muffled by the alcohol in his system, Jack’s first thought was that he had misheard John completely – but they were both in a far too secluded and quiet corner for that. It was a happy medium they had both come to enjoy; walking into any haunt in Tortuga carried with it the almost certainty that Jack would be noticed by someone or other, meaning that a certain amount of privacy not only benefitted them on a more personal level, but ensured that the trouble either one of them, but more likely Jack, could wreak was kept to a minimum. At least for a few hours.

         Still, that meant that Jack had understood John perfectly, and had caught the look in his eyes as he’d leaned in and uttered the words, too. Never underestimate the honesty of a drunk man, mate. The sentiment, absurd and yet somehow endearing all at once in its execution, caught him so off guard that at first he didn’t know what to say. John’s capacity for loyalty was a trait he was familiar enough with by now, but that he was the bloody lucky sod to have earned it from him? Touched didn’t even begin to describe how such an honour felt.

        In the end, Jack decided that playing along with the mood of the evening was a safer option than confronting it head on, and he let out a quiet laugh under his breath. ‟ The whole Atlantic, mm? ” His dark eyes turned from surprised to playful in an instant – though still taking a moment to glance sidelong at the other man’s drink and take a mental note of just how much of it had already been consumed. ‟ I think you’re one too many sheets to the wind, John. ” He leaned in. ‟ That’s a lot of water. ”

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