So Ahoy, you dastardly ninnies and remember..
Jill Hook is back, and better than ever.
Jackson gave Jill an earnest smile, thinking about how impossible it seemed for them to be friends. “A pirate and a merman. Practically the most unlikely duo.” He chuckled. It was always so funny, he thought, him having a bit of a hard time with pirates considering what happened to his father. Still, he and Jill have become so close; something he never expected.
Jillian smiled and folded her arms over the buoy, laying her cheek on her wet skin and looking over at Jackson. “It is, mate, it is.” She sighed and looked at the anchor charm, “You know there’s not many people I’d give my life for..” She trailed off until she met his gaze once more, “But you kid, yeah-” She chuckled and laid her head back down, “You’d be one of them.”
He chuckled at her words. He didn’t want to fight her anymore. He only wanted to fight for her; as far as he was concerned, they were peas in a pod and needed to stay that way. She was all he had in the end. “Okay, okay,” he laughed as the blindfold pitched his vision. “What are we doing?” he asked, holding his hands out in front of him.
She took him by the hand and began walking, “Now what fun would it be for me if I just out and told you?” She rolled her eyes although she knew he couldn’t she. She imagined he knew she was anyways. Before long Jillian’s toes had hit sand and she was wading out into the water, her eyes falling over the ship she’d built not to long ago. She turned around, pulled out his gift from her pocket and began to unwrap his blind fold. She had a dinner set up in a cove not ten miles out and in the closed box held in her right hand, a engraved compass that read “Blake Hook” on the back.
Oi, watch it, Miss Strop.
“Listen,” she said walking towards him, “I’ll go back to being pissed off at you after today, just let me have this, okay?” Her cerulean colored eyes flashed a small innocence before they regained their normally teenage angst. She drew a blindfold from her pocket and began wrapping it around her brothers head, “I don’t trust you enough to say you’re gonna keep your eyes closed.”
Oh…you mean for father’s day?
Yes
You dunce
Me? I haven’t done anything.
What are you talking about?
What are you talking about?
You practically raised me.
Oh, is it?
What’s up, then?
I wanted to do something nice..
For you
Something for me?
I thought you were pissed off with me.
For fuck’s sake, it’s Father’s Day you arse
But if you want me to pissed of with yeh, then piss off with yeh!
What?
Nothing. I always look like this. What happened to you?
What? Nothing- Come on
I’ve got something for you
Emeka cocked his head to the side when she called him ‘baboony’. By the look on her face though, he assumed that it was something that involved Bamba. “Well, um, I’m on my way to the cafeteria if you, uh, wanna join?” He offered, feeling strange asking his brother’s ex to come to lunch with him.
Jillian scratched her cheek and shrugged her shoulders. She wanted to go, but it would be a bad idea? She bit down on her lip for a bit before raising her head and saying, “Sure.” When has Jillian Hook ever worried about choosing a bad idea over a good one?
