pirates drabble
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novembersmithEr. Thought I'd post an unused drabble and see if this whole "lj cut" thing actually works.
“Then I suppose you’ll be having your wicked way with me, then,” Jack said darkly, jaw clenched, but maintaining a good enough semblance of calm nonetheless.
Hopefully.
“Of course not, my dear boy,” the fat man chuckled, snowy mustache bobbling. “We are gentlemen, after all.”
Ah. Bloody lovely. An overweight, overage English gentleman had managed to capture Captain Jack Sparrow.
Right, then. Nothing for it. He’d was going to kill himself with this chamber pot.
Alright, so he’d been a wee bit drunk at the time of his capture, nay, mayhaps even exceedingly drunk.
No excuse. Chamber pot it was.
“We want Mr. Turner,” the bald mustachioed whale proclaimed. Jack put the pot down, and carefully froze all expression from his face.
Of course. Explains everything, really. The brat had a way of turning everything topside down, bottom’s up and Bob’s your uncle. How in the bloody blazes did Will get involved with the likes of this fine upstanding gent? He was supposed to be busy making future Turners right now, not dallying about in pirate ports being a nuisance to all sundry.
“He’s managed to elude us thus far, but we’ve got you to bargain with now, and I feel he’ll be more cooperative.”
“Elude?” The Will he knew couldn’t have eluded his way out of a bucket
End drabble.
Well, hopefully that worked. That's just some random nonsense I'll probably never use. Just liked Jack's voice in it. Good crazy fun.
The other man is Edgar, by the by, my beloved OC. Heh.
“Then I suppose you’ll be having your wicked way with me, then,” Jack said darkly, jaw clenched, but maintaining a good enough semblance of calm nonetheless.
Hopefully.
“Of course not, my dear boy,” the fat man chuckled, snowy mustache bobbling. “We are gentlemen, after all.”
Ah. Bloody lovely. An overweight, overage English gentleman had managed to capture Captain Jack Sparrow.
Right, then. Nothing for it. He’d was going to kill himself with this chamber pot.
Alright, so he’d been a wee bit drunk at the time of his capture, nay, mayhaps even exceedingly drunk.
No excuse. Chamber pot it was.
“We want Mr. Turner,” the bald mustachioed whale proclaimed. Jack put the pot down, and carefully froze all expression from his face.
Of course. Explains everything, really. The brat had a way of turning everything topside down, bottom’s up and Bob’s your uncle. How in the bloody blazes did Will get involved with the likes of this fine upstanding gent? He was supposed to be busy making future Turners right now, not dallying about in pirate ports being a nuisance to all sundry.
“He’s managed to elude us thus far, but we’ve got you to bargain with now, and I feel he’ll be more cooperative.”
“Elude?” The Will he knew couldn’t have eluded his way out of a bucket
End drabble.
Well, hopefully that worked. That's just some random nonsense I'll probably never use. Just liked Jack's voice in it. Good crazy fun.
The other man is Edgar, by the by, my beloved OC. Heh.
