( he's vaguely aware of the crowd still lingering around the tavern. all of them hoping to catch a glimpse of where "jack be nimble" ends up next or of his future plans. he's barely aware of what his future plans are. maybe it's in capefair, maybe cross creek, or maybe it's elsewhere. like the leaf caught on the whims of a breeze that he's been so often compared to, he is at the mercy of the currents.
but marion, having an idea of what jack's future plans are, clears his throat and bids farewell. he and jack shake hands, forever parting. "May God's blessing be with you, Jack", and he replies, )Shalom aleichem, my friend.
( and then marion leaves, returning to his plantation down south where he will join the patriot cause and eventually become known as "the swamp fox."
jack waits until marion is barely visible in the late evening light to address the woman. in the dim light, his eyes are dark and still like the surface of a pond. ) Only if I get paid.
( though he's an altruistic man at heart, it's better to be an altruistic man with a comfortable amount of money in his pocket. he has tried and tried and tried, but one cannot be generous with both hands in the world. pain and trouble are the only rewards for doing so.
not that taking two people along with him would be much of a hassle. there's already plenty of space on his keelboat tied up on the pee dee river, so two additional passengers would be no trouble at all. it's two extra sets of arms to push the setting pole down the river whenever he gets tired, and if they stick to the riverbank, there shouldn't be any threat from thieves or the law.
but he doesn't know where clear creek is. is it in south carolina, or further north in virginia? how far away is it? he hadn't planned on traveling that far north, but maybe that's where his fortune lies. regardless, he'll need to buy a map or seek directions. )
Twenty bucks, and I shall take you as far as I can. ( it's not much, but it'll cover the amount he had expected to earn from the purse. )
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but marion, having an idea of what jack's future plans are, clears his throat and bids farewell. he and jack shake hands, forever parting. "May God's blessing be with you, Jack", and he replies, ) Shalom aleichem, my friend.
( and then marion leaves, returning to his plantation down south where he will join the patriot cause and eventually become known as "the swamp fox."
jack waits until marion is barely visible in the late evening light to address the woman. in the dim light, his eyes are dark and still like the surface of a pond. ) Only if I get paid.
( though he's an altruistic man at heart, it's better to be an altruistic man with a comfortable amount of money in his pocket. he has tried and tried and tried, but one cannot be generous with both hands in the world. pain and trouble are the only rewards for doing so.
not that taking two people along with him would be much of a hassle. there's already plenty of space on his keelboat tied up on the pee dee river, so two additional passengers would be no trouble at all. it's two extra sets of arms to push the setting pole down the river whenever he gets tired, and if they stick to the riverbank, there shouldn't be any threat from thieves or the law.
but he doesn't know where clear creek is. is it in south carolina, or further north in virginia? how far away is it? he hadn't planned on traveling that far north, but maybe that's where his fortune lies. regardless, he'll need to buy a map or seek directions. )
Twenty bucks, and I shall take you as far as I can. ( it's not much, but it'll cover the amount he had expected to earn from the purse. )