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                                     ‘ good morning. ’      or perhaps not, for how DREARY and wet it was around them. Brienne's trousers and half of her armor were slick with mud and stained dark with water. she crouched beside Arya, sheltering the bit of rabbit they'd cooked the night before.      ‘ eat this. all the other game has fled, and when the clouds move, i'm SURE we can find more food. ’      an inn, too, she hoped.

                     khol-lined, CRITICAL eyes fixated on the outline of a crate, tracing the harsh wooden lines with a quiet kind of curiosity. the edges of jack’s mustache twitched with silent contemplation, the grease-stained lines between his brows furrowing together. “ye can come out now, lass,” the captain drawled, leaning an elbow against the sturdy surface of the staircase railing, crossing one stained, grungy boot over the other. though he was a rather NOTORIOUS drunk ---some even ventured so far as to think him a fool --- NOTHING happened on captain jack sparrow’s ship without him knowing about it -- not anymore, not after barbossa’s treachery -- and that included stowaways. “i know yer there.” 

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