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Jackson chuckled. “It’s like if it has it’s mind of it’s own.” He paused and put a finger to his chin. “Yeah, I guess it’s cool. Not everyone has that ability. My sister is only able to understand Cats and Dogs.”
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Phillips nodded, setting the cat down and taking ahold of the wheel again.
"You're one of the first I've met who can."
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Jackson smiled and looked out at the ocean once again.
“Mhm, like i said, it’s pretty rare.”
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Phillips rested his head on Jackson's shoulder once more, still holding Jackson between himself and the wheel.
"This is nice," he mumbled to himself.
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Jackson perked up and smiled. “What nice?” He asked, curiously.
His eyes had a different color to them, making them look even more beautiful than ever. He reached down to pet the cat, who had actually let Jackson pet him. The cat was purring and rubbing his head against Jackson’s leg.
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"Just… being able to talk with you while I work." Being able to hold him is nice too, he thought to himself. Phillips turned his head slightly to look at Jackson, taken in by the beauty of his eyes.
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Jackson gave out a bright smile. “I dunno why, but you give me the impression that you don’t talk to other people while you work, but I could be wrong.” He paused before continuing. “It’s just like. . I dunno how to explain it.” He paused once again. “I dunno, like a vibe. . a very strong vibe that you’re giving off.”
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"Well, that's true. Most of the time, I like being alone. But now… I'm glad you're here. That I can talk with you." Phillips let his mask slip a bit to show his smile.
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Jackson let out a small giggle, but then immediately covered his mouth. He let his hands fall and then frowned. “. . Sorry.”
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"For what?" Phillips asked, readjusting his mask with a confused look.
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“For being annoying, cause I’m sure I’m being annoying.” He shuffled his feet and continues. “And, well, I try not to be annoying, but It seems I can’t stop and now I’m ranting aren’t I?”
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"You're not being annoying," Phillips said calmly after Jackson finished. "And yeah, a little But I don't mind." He kept his arm around Jackson, tilting his head a bit.
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Jackson sighed and looked up at Phillips. “Are you sure I’m not being annoying?” He paused and then continued. “‘Because I feel like I’m being annoying.” Jackson said with the most kiddish voice.
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"I'm sure," Phillips said, "You aren't being annoying." He glanced up once, seeing how high the sun had gotten.
"It'll be lunchtime soon," he noted.
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“Well, that’s nice to know.” He glanced at the sky and shielded his eyes from the sun. “Yeah, I agree with you on that. Just by looking up at the sun I can see what time it is.”
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"Well, that makes two of us." Phillips grinned beneath his mask, letting go of Jackson for a moment as a bell rung.
"You ready to go eat?"
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Jackson practically jumped up into the air. Once he landed on the ground, he nodded and smiled. He started humming a tune that from miles away people could hear it.
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Phillips looked at Jackson, humor sparkling in his eyes.
"Pretty song," he commented, ignoring the looks others gave Jackson. He put his hand on the small of Jackson's back, leading him down to eat.
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Now that other people were around them, Jackson decided to start using the words master, sir and ma’am. He looked up at Phillips and smiled a bright smile, clearly happy that Phillips had complimented him and had liked the song. “Thank you, Master.”
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Phillips tilted his head a bit, not comfortable removing his mask anymore but still wanting Jackson to know he was smiling too. He moved his hand up to pat Jackson's head once, knowing there were several watching their interactions. They made their way down, Phillips taking his seat.
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Jackson looked as people passed them and sat down, he looked around trying to make himself occupied, but failed. Of course, something, or rather someone across the room grabbed his attention. He found himself looking at the someone, and then proceeded to mentally slapped himself.
We have to talk. A voice said. He realized it was his own voice.
We do not.
Yes we do! His voice said, once again.
We do not! I’m talking to my own voice, which means I’m going crazy. Is this what happens when pirates lose their minds? It must be, because normal people don’t talk to themselves!
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Phillips chatted with Casey for a bit as the other crewmates sat down, the food coming out. Phillips picked up the plate, putting his hand on Jackson's head to get his attention before handing the plate down.
"What's up?" he asked, seeing the look on Jackson's face as he argued with himself. "Something wrong?"
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He shook his head, making himself lose contact with his voice. He looked at Phillips blankly and tried to smile, but failed. It didn’t make it any better that at the moment he looked up at Phillips he had lost the reply he was going to say. Instead he said; “I-I. . uh. . . I-I. .”
Jackson heard his own voice laugh at him, making him growl and frown.
How pathetic! You can’t even say a single sentence!
“Aren’t you the pathetic one?” Jackson said under his breath.
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Phillips raised an eyebrow, setting the plate back down on the table.
"Jackson," he said again, a warning. People were already giving Jackson and Phillips dirty looks. "Be careful what you say."
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Jackson hadn’t even realized what he had said, until Phillips had gave him the warning. “Yes, Master.” He looked down at the wood and started tracing lines with his fingers.
Hehe, you got in trouble. His voice said, in the most annoying tone ever.
Oh, shut up.
I don’t think I will. His voice said once again, but instead his voice said it in a sing songy voice.
He growled silently and clenched his hands into fists.
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Phillips frowned behind his mask, hand going down to rest on the crook of Jackson's neck, thumb gently rubbing him. Once again, he picked the plate up, handing it down.
"You need to eat," he said simply.
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Eating was something Jackson didn’t want to do at the moment. He looked at the plate and did nothing. Jackson simply grabbed a small portion of food and ate it. He pushed the plate away, frowned and looked at Phillips. “Happy, Master?”
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Phillips let a sigh out, picking the plate up. He saw Jackson wasn't going to eat anymore, so he handed the plate off to Casey, like he normally did before he became Jackson's Master. Still, he could feel the others looking at them, so he stood, motioning for Jackson to follow him out.
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Jackson stood up with the frown still on his face. He saw one of the pirates mocking him, which made him stop and clenched his hands into fists once again. He stopped himself before something happened and followed Phillips to wherever they were going to go. His good mood had disappeared and instead was replaced with a bad mood.
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When they were alone, Phillips turned to face Jackson.
"What happened?" He asked, straight to the point.
