Dove (hija_paloma) wrote in moody_pirates,
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Dirty

Will slid to a stop at the bottom of the muddy slope. The sounds of their pursuit were growing closer, and Jack yanked Will to his feet and flung him forward.

"Go, go!" he urged, breathless with exertion or exhilaration--Will could not say which.

They ran through a dense thicket of broad-leafed trees, cut across the corner of a cane field, and stumbled to a halt on a craggy ledge.

"I don't know how I let you talk me into this," Will panted, pulling several twigs from his hair.

Jack grinned, teeth gleaming in his mud-smeared face. "I do."
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