[A packet of paper hits a the desk and James, being held by midshipmen, drawls,]
I hope you don't mind. I took the liberty of filling in my name.
If you intend to claim these, you must have something to trade. Do you have the compass?
Better. [James breaks from his captors and throws a messy sack onto the desk. It lands with a wet thud.] The heart of Davy Jones.
I hope you don't mind. I took the liberty of filling in my name.
If you intend to claim these, you must have something to trade. Do you have the compass?
Better. [James breaks from his captors and throws a messy sack onto the desk. It lands with a wet thud.] The heart of Davy Jones.
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