Command me fics #4 and #5 - PoTC
Ahoy, mates! Here I am at long last with a couple more installments for my command me self-challenge!
First is an overfed POTC drabble for geekmama's prompt: "PIRATES!!!! Please??" I hope this pleases you, luv! Thanks for giving my muses a poke. :-D
Title: A Matter of Semantics
Author: ErinRua
Rating: PG
Length: @ 305 words
Characters: Jack Sparrow, OFC
Notes/Disclaimers/Summary: Jack and a little misunderstanding.
"Do you not know who I am?"
Beaded dreadlocks trembled as a grimy finger jutted forward, the dark eyes behind it blazing in wounded indignation.
"You're th' rapscallion what owes me five quid, is wot." Two hands planted themselves on ample, apronned hips, while copious bosoms thrust forward like a battleship's bow. "I don't let rooms on charity, y' know."
"Madam - and I use the term in its more notorious definition - I am Captain Jack Sparrow." An expansive flourish underscored the announcement. "I assure you that my credit is of sterling worth, and I shall -."
"Sterling is wot I'm talkin' about, boyo. I've half a mind to fetch it out of your mangy hide."
The woman swayed forward, the very air curling and breaking before her advance.
"Dear lady - now see, here - YIY! OWOWOW!"
The wiry frame of Jack Sparrow - Captain Jack Sparrow - bent nearly double to the crushing pain of a thumb and forefinger affixed to his starboard ear.
"You're not listening to me, Master Sparrow."
"Madam - ow - I assure you - there's no need for - AH! - violence. Please - ow - careful - I'm sure we can settle this amicabl-eeeeeeeeeee!"
He staggered as the unhappy grasp released, and he backed water a step, scowling while one hand tested the offended ear.
"You'll have it in me hand by morning, Sparrow. Or I'll scupper your bony arse right out the garret window and leave ya for the cats and pigeons. Do you hear?"
"With the one ear you've left me, aye."
"Good. See that you attend me first thing in the morning."
With that, the big woman came about and took the wind for another course. Sparrow watched her go, scowling and nursing his wounds.
"She could have bloody asked please," he grumbled.
~ * ~
Next is a gentler ficlet, two hundred words for arwen_lune's prompt "PotC, something nautical, maybe about the night watch." Hope you enjoy, luv! Thanks for prodding my muses.
Title: Moon Dance
Author: ErinRua
Rating: PG
Length: @ 200
Characters: Jack Sparrow
Notes/Disclaimers/Summary: Jack, the Pearl, and the sea.
*Ding-ding ... ding*
Thus spake the bells. 1:30 a.m, Middle watch. A quartering wind brushed his cheek and he judged it at maybe eight knots. The great dark sky leaned overhead, black as the Pit and quiet as God, and strewn with endless jewels.
Jack Sparrow felt the heave and sink of the deck beneath his feet as if the Black Pearl breathed, as if her wooden ribs expanded and her iron-and-oak heart beat in fey synchronicity with his own. He eased the wheel a little, felt the rudder bite the water far below. Forward on deck, he heard a mutter of quiet voices, and he saw movement through the haze of stays and lines. A crooked grin touched his lips as he waited, and there. Canvas thumped and stiffened overhead, adjusted just so to catch the best wind.
All with not a word of command from him. Pity the world didn't always work that way, aye? But when it did? Ah, when it did.
"Yo, ho, yo, ho," he grumbled in lieu of a tune, and the black water kissed a blacker hull as they followed the moon's shining path, onward and onward, ever seeking across the restless sea.
~ * ~
First is an overfed POTC drabble for geekmama's prompt: "PIRATES!!!! Please??" I hope this pleases you, luv! Thanks for giving my muses a poke. :-D
Title: A Matter of Semantics
Author: ErinRua
Rating: PG
Length: @ 305 words
Characters: Jack Sparrow, OFC
Notes/Disclaimers/Summary: Jack and a little misunderstanding.
"Do you not know who I am?"
Beaded dreadlocks trembled as a grimy finger jutted forward, the dark eyes behind it blazing in wounded indignation.
"You're th' rapscallion what owes me five quid, is wot." Two hands planted themselves on ample, apronned hips, while copious bosoms thrust forward like a battleship's bow. "I don't let rooms on charity, y' know."
"Madam - and I use the term in its more notorious definition - I am Captain Jack Sparrow." An expansive flourish underscored the announcement. "I assure you that my credit is of sterling worth, and I shall -."
"Sterling is wot I'm talkin' about, boyo. I've half a mind to fetch it out of your mangy hide."
The woman swayed forward, the very air curling and breaking before her advance.
"Dear lady - now see, here - YIY! OWOWOW!"
The wiry frame of Jack Sparrow - Captain Jack Sparrow - bent nearly double to the crushing pain of a thumb and forefinger affixed to his starboard ear.
"You're not listening to me, Master Sparrow."
"Madam - ow - I assure you - there's no need for - AH! - violence. Please - ow - careful - I'm sure we can settle this amicabl-eeeeeeeeeee!"
He staggered as the unhappy grasp released, and he backed water a step, scowling while one hand tested the offended ear.
"You'll have it in me hand by morning, Sparrow. Or I'll scupper your bony arse right out the garret window and leave ya for the cats and pigeons. Do you hear?"
"With the one ear you've left me, aye."
"Good. See that you attend me first thing in the morning."
With that, the big woman came about and took the wind for another course. Sparrow watched her go, scowling and nursing his wounds.
"She could have bloody asked please," he grumbled.
~ * ~
Next is a gentler ficlet, two hundred words for arwen_lune's prompt "PotC, something nautical, maybe about the night watch." Hope you enjoy, luv! Thanks for prodding my muses.
Title: Moon Dance
Author: ErinRua
Rating: PG
Length: @ 200
Characters: Jack Sparrow
Notes/Disclaimers/Summary: Jack, the Pearl, and the sea.
*Ding-ding ... ding*
Thus spake the bells. 1:30 a.m, Middle watch. A quartering wind brushed his cheek and he judged it at maybe eight knots. The great dark sky leaned overhead, black as the Pit and quiet as God, and strewn with endless jewels.
Jack Sparrow felt the heave and sink of the deck beneath his feet as if the Black Pearl breathed, as if her wooden ribs expanded and her iron-and-oak heart beat in fey synchronicity with his own. He eased the wheel a little, felt the rudder bite the water far below. Forward on deck, he heard a mutter of quiet voices, and he saw movement through the haze of stays and lines. A crooked grin touched his lips as he waited, and there. Canvas thumped and stiffened overhead, adjusted just so to catch the best wind.
All with not a word of command from him. Pity the world didn't always work that way, aye? But when it did? Ah, when it did.
"Yo, ho, yo, ho," he grumbled in lieu of a tune, and the black water kissed a blacker hull as they followed the moon's shining path, onward and onward, ever seeking across the restless sea.
~ * ~