[ He told Charles he wasn't going anywhere...but fine. The doorway is fine. Jack sneaks up and out of the living room, snatching that necklace and shoving it in his pocket for...some reason? A pirate's addiction to shiny things and sleight of hand? Petty revenge? Who knows.
Slowly, quietly, he opens the door and steps outside, closing the door with the softest click he can muster. ]
It's handled already, Anne. He's asleep. Until Hickey gets back, at least.
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Slowly, quietly, he opens the door and steps outside, closing the door with the softest click he can muster. ]
It's handled already, Anne. He's asleep. Until Hickey gets back, at least.