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[silver_flecks]

Del likes Singapore.

It's busy, and there are people, which isn't always true when things are busy (she thinks but could be wrong) and there are duckies (now there are weren't before one has purple and green feathers and she's named him Jennifer Ignatius) and gum.

She's chewing the gum. That's where it is. In her mouth. To be chewed.

It tastes like dandelion wine that's been spilled on wooden benches.

It's good. She thinks. She knows.

It's fun, as she skips with her duckie in arms (and if it used to be a crewman, she isn't bothered) along the dock, crooning to it before looking back at Jack and grinning.

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[pirate_jack]

Black eyes glitter sharply, but Jack says nothing, even when his hand twitches once more.

Instead, he guides Del and Babylon toward the door, and the three of them step out into the street.

"Well, now." He grins down at her. "Care to continue our tour, luv?"

[silver_flecks]

She looks at him, and smiles, a little, and takes his left hand in her right.

"Yup. We have to have fun now."

[pirate_jack]

The cat has made its way up to Del's shoulder and is poking its nose out from behind locks of her hair, but stops long enough to let out a miaow of agreement.

Probably.

Jack leaves his hand in Del's and grins wickedly down at her.

"Devils and black sheep and really bad eggs," he says confidentially.

[silver_flecks]

"Yo ho," very solemnly, before she bursts out laughing, hair meltingchangingshifty from blue to green to red again.

"I had a bad egg once. It made my stomach hurt. So I got rid of it."

The cat informs Del that if she were smart, she would have given the bad egg to Barnabas.

[pirate_jack]

"Wise of you, luv," he says seriously, tucking her hand in the crook of his arm and leading the way down the street.

It's more of a sway than a walk, and as they pass from street to street it gets more crowded, but Jack always seems to find a way through, weaving deftly through small openings that become larger ones.

From ahead comes the sound of hundreds of voices all shrilling chatter at high volume, along with the scents of fish and rice and sweet things and sour things and fire and ocean and salt and singed metal and all the things that a crowded city market might hold, dockside.

Singapore.