When you’re small, you don’t have very far to fall. | Cutler to Jack in tentverse v2

Looking down at the man before him, Jack cannot help but feel – responsible for the state of him. Without his wig, he had sprouted a halo of soft near-curls that were strangely cherubic on his porcelain features. It presented an innocence he knew for a fact this man did not possess a whit of, but there was no denying that he looked small here.

Divested of his riches and his grandeur, Cutler Beckett was but a delicate man in a world too rough for him to navigate without dent or damage – and while he may not be innocent, there was no denying that he was vulnerable. Which – despite all that had come to pass – Jack found to be a distasteful outcome.

Perhaps if he had held on to some of that customary arrogance, it would have been easier to accept, but as it was Jack found himself glancing around and taking in the tiny empire this man had built for himself with naught but a tent in the sand. There was no questioning how he was getting by, that much was certain – but Jack did not think for one moment that the means of survival was the source of the humility before him now.

After a moment of consideration, Jack offered out his arm. “They say misery loves company,” He offered, sporting a charming grin a moment, then, “Last I was here, I may have caused a bit of a situation.” That was one way to word sacking an entire city without firing a single shot, alright. “Folks won’t cause me any trouble, but they also won’t be making very good company. I could use some entertainment about as much as you could stomach a meal, I wager.”

It wasn’t that Jack wasn’t used to paying for company – so much as it wasn’t so much the company he tended to be shelling out for. In this case, however, he felt it fair to make a small exception.

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In truth of reflection, Stephen would be hard pressed to be sure whom he had been attempting to placate in that moment – the young lord Blakeney, or the poor tortoise whom had startled the lad. As it was, the boy’s calm and apparent delight with matters soothed whatever remaining nerves he held himself, and Stephen could not contain his own smile.

“Yes, I rather suppose it is easy to lose track out here – and they are phenomenally quiet creatures!” They were rather surrounded by them in fact, most of them having wandered a bit more up the ridge in search of more low hanging foliage upon which to indulge. This one, it seemed, had found itself convinced that a shirt would make fine fare instead.

Reaching up, Stephen plucked a branch the tortoise would not have been able to reach on its own, and held it above the creature’s snout – drawing attention to it and hopefully, aiding his young companion in escaping the less than dire clutches of his newfound friend.

“I’d never thought them capable of growing quite so large – it truly is a wonder, this place.” So many undiscovered secrets, nature unveiling countless marvels in one small stretch of islands. He’d meant to do more travelling today, but as it was they had time to sit and rest, which he’d allowed himself on account of his injury – since, they’d found so much in this spot, he’d rather lost the urge to move!

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