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[The first sound to grace the airwaves was a yawn, moments later followed by a voice.]

I wake to find a storm on the borders, on the approach, it would seem. It might be in our best interests to not wander outside too much. A sandstorm is worse, but a dust storm, assuming that's what this even is, can be near choking.

[She might have lived through a few of those in her lifetime.]

What I want to know is wher--

[The question lingers as to just where the dust is coming from, but as she was about to ask, Vie noticed something... wasn't quite right. She switched to her native tongue, words more alert than those before.]

What in hell is that!?

[End transmission.]

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[She holds her arm up, bent at the elbow and completely un-bothered by her current state of undress. Her hair is untied and messy, given that she woke only a half hour before. Vie's attention however, is fixed on her arm.]

It's still spreading. Not as fast as it was, I don't think, but still spreading all the same.

[At his question, Vie nods.]

To no avail.

[Her Keep tattoo is on her left hip, usually hidden from view but right now, plain to see.]

[Jacks brows furrow together. Half of him is appreciating the fine state of undress you've prevented Vie. The other half far more serious!]

Did you do something ? Anything? Sleep funny at all?

[The pirate paces around Vie, looking to see where the text is leading up to.]

Does it hurt at all?

No, it doesn't hurt. I've done nothing different to usual.

[Both expression and tone are frustrated. Vie wouldn't care so much if she knew what the heck was going on.]

I was out last night, came back here, went to sleep and just woke up now like this.

[Jack puts on his thinking cap, wait, it's on his head already! He leans back and looks at Vie again.]

Honestly I don't believe I've come across a thing like this within my extensive travels.

As weird as it is,_{and it is weird, love}. It's not causing you harm, it's not washing off and it behaves like the bloody tattoos we've already got. I'm disinclined to attempt to do something to remove it, which will probably end up to be painful. Most assuredly, not pleasurable.

And I do believe it is slowing down some, is it not?

[Here Vie, have a Jack peering at your shoulder again, moving your hair out of the way to do so.]

[Much as she would like to not react to Jack moving her hair to better see her shoulder, there are some things that Vie can't help. Her cheeks redden, ever so slightly and she turns her gaze away from him.]

Just as long as it stops, Jack. I don't want this all over me. I've enough marks given without my permission than to warrant anymore.

[It's not his fault, and she's not sure if it's hers, but Vie has had enough of this in her lifetime. Moving her hair to a twist on the side opposite Jack, she lets him see the tattoo on the back of her right shoulder. 'Slave', the alien writing would say were it translated.]

You could say I've had enough of tattoos.

[There is only a slight pause and the raising of an eyebrow at Vie's reaction.]

I agree. One mark, unwilling, is one mark too many.

[That brand still burns sometimes, doesn't it Jack, what of those scars over your heart? Pursing his lips, he can not help the finger that traces the tattoo upon her other shoulder. He might not be able to read it, but he wouldn't need to with how Vie reacted. Unwanted is the same no matter what tongue you speak. ]

I am truly sorry. If I had the powers vested in me, I would take it away in an instant.

[There is no padding here to play with. It is the plain and simple truth, meant from whatever depth of soul the pirate has.]

[Her skin tingles at the touch and Vie takes that as a cue to move. His words mean a lot, and the sincerity of them is not missed, but she's borderline to react in a manner that might not be such a smart move.

Motion steady and natural, she pauses a moment while his fingers trace her skin and then turns to face him, her own hand reaching to hold his arm just above the wrist and give it a gentle squeeze. She meets his gaze and holds it.]

Thank you, Jack. I mean that.

[That said, she lets go and turns to the table in her room. A moment later, she's tying her hair back that he might not distract her with it again.]

[The smile that graces his lips is of a rare sort. It is the genuine smile of a sad man. He shouldn't have to have had a need to say it in the first place and he finds himself warming up to Vie most unexpectedly.

The captain watches her turn to the table to fix her hair and automatically moves to help. He spies the brush on the table and picks it up, likely to attempt to brush her hair out. Fancy that, he knows how to use a brush.]

[Vie turns at the sound of movement, prepared to ask Jack to put whatever he's touching down only to find him holding a brush to her hair. Now that she did not expect. She arches an eyebrow, eyes flickering from the brush in his hand and back to his face.]

Ah.

[Have yourself a questioning look, Jack.]

[She turns around and gives him that look and it shakes him out of whatever day dream he had been on about. To even entertain the notion that he had been thinking of, would likely land him in a world of hurt. Or dead.

So Jack does, what Jack does best, and misdirects. He leans and takes a step back and holds the brush up eyeing it as though it was the finest piece of jewelery. This way and that.]

Fine craftsmanship here. This here. This brush.

[Now he looks at Vie, looking at him.]

Wot? I've hair! Quite a bit of it in fact.

[And he's never brushed it since he raised the Pearl from the seabed. Your eyes were playing tricks on you love. It's just a man holding a brush and admiring it! He wasn't about to do something stupid.]

[She looks again to the brush, pausing in tying her own hair back to reach for one of his dreads. Vie toys with it between her fingers, much alike to at the party though lacking the same proximity.]

Ah yes, I can see that you brush your hair often.

[With a smile, she drops the dread and focuses on tying her own hair into a loose knot.]

Done.

[It's about then that she realizes she's still not wearing a proper shirt. Whoops. Vie bites her lip and moves to pass him, intent on getting to the shirt she'd discarded the night before.]

[Forgive Jack while he gives you a very worried look, and the hand that reached up to keep his hat on his head. You scare him, Elizabeth-Vie. He knows you. Some days, if you knew the thoughts in his head, you would have a hard time arguing that there were differences between you two. The twisty hair move, he is now extremely wary of.]

Ah, um. Well. I used to....

[Nervous? Jack? Nope! You've got the wrong man! He's just stepping out of the way to let Vie get to what needs to be getting. Well this turned awkward.]

[Vie smirks, amused at his reaction to her touching his hair and pulls the shirt over her head. It's a smaller sized light grey tunic. She's yet to find one her size that's a decent colour.]

I'm kidding, Jack.

[Her gaze flickers to his hat.]

And I'm not about to take your hat.

[Pause. Smile.]

At least not right now.

[Jack pouts from where he watches Vie dressing. One would think he'd have more reaction to it, maybe.]

See, now. You just can't be going and taking a man's hat.

[Pouting pirate is pouting.]

It's... improper!

[Yep still pouting. He's on to you Vie! ]

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