He looks up from the oilcloth that he's currently unrolling to give her a rather baleful look -- or at least it would be, if there wasn't wicked amusement glittering in his eyes.
"Luv, she's the Black Pearl-- not the Purple Pearl, savvy?"
A beat, and he gestures at his hair.
"Not that there's a thing wrong with a bit of pretty color, but not on me ship like that."
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Date: 2006-09-25 01:56 am (UTC)"Luv, she's the Black Pearl-- not the Purple Pearl, savvy?"
A beat, and he gestures at his hair.
"Not that there's a thing wrong with a bit of pretty color, but not on me ship like that."