Command me fic #10 - POTC - A Matter of Speaking

[erinrua]

Title: A Matter of Speaking
Author: ErinRua
Rating: PG
Length: @ 1300 words
Characters: Jack Sparrow, Will Turner
Notes/Disclaimers/Summary: Will, Jack, and few choice words.
A ficlet written for honorat whose prompt read:" *Drool* Something in your African Star Universe for PotC?" Which, post- AWE, I can only interpret to mean any universe in which

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[honorat]

I love Jack’s entrance. The eyeball rolls and the flashes of light in the dark are so very right. I was already laughing. Poor misunderstood Jack-always in trouble of course. And it’s so nice to see Will the blacksmith again. And to see him throttling the urge to ping Jack on the head with a ballpeen!

Your descriptions of Jack’s actions and expressions throughout are spot on. I can see him in my head and I’m smirking at him peering and tilting and outraged and flurrying and canting. The ship imagery is perfect. *dusts off virgo’s adjective and gives it a bit of a polish*

carries mischief and mayhem the way most men carry a handkerchief
Wonderful simile! That’s our Jack.

Will leveled a dark look that belonged on a much older and sterner face.
It’s funny to see their age-reversal here. Jack is the scamp and Will the stern father figure :D

The truth, if you can bring yourself to face it.
Of course he can’t! Who can? :D

The word came delicately edged in acid.
I do love sarcastic Will. Poor boy. To have to endure such a trying friend!

Fugitive? Now, who said a word about - meep!
Bwahahahahaha! That “meep” is the icing on the cake. Jack is so undignified and unselfconscious about his “better part of valour”.

frantic as the flight of a demented pigeon
Just one more of those deliciously apt and hilarious pictures you paint!

The sergeant's spine straightened almost to the point of straining several vertebrae. "Specifically, any shady, suspicious fellows skulking and lurking about."
Ah! The dutiful military posture. And that is a wonderful description of Jack.

The workbench jolted, jangled, and Will scooped up his hammer and tongs
Jack is so ridiculous when his problematic honour is impugned. *snerk* No discretion there! And clever Will, covering up for his impossible fugitive.

Galloping down the street as starkers as the day he was born
This would be worthy of a work of art!

This rendered the golden, haloed affect that gathered about Jack's rising head more than a little ludicrous. A fact Will noted by a stern look and his arms crossed on his chest.
Oh yes. A halo for St. Sparrow is the height of ridiculousity (I don’t care if that isn’t a word-it should be when describing Jack’s antics). And all that cherubic innocence is wasted on papa Will. Let the grounding commence!

I can explain!...It was a misunderstanding, a simple miscalculation, a mere
He always can, and it always is! Misunderstandings and Explanations backwards R Jack.

I swear upon my -." "I'd rather you didn't.
*insert giggle fit*

Eyes beseeching, Jack drew himself up, hands clutched before his breast, for all the world as if he were going vaporish.
Jack, Jack. You are such a precious goofball. I love how damsel-in-distressy he gets, here.

Will positively, absolutely would not fall for such blatant chicanery.
Followed immediately by the fall, of course. Any time one finds oneself saying such a thing, it’s already too late.

Perfectly," Jack purred, a broad display of ivory and gold beaming in the dim light, and he minced about to face the other way. "Now. I think I shall pass some time admiring these beauties over here.
So very Jack. No one captures him better than you. Now that his hide is temporarily secured, it’s time to practice a wee bit of covetousness. Will had better keep a close eye on those swords!

A lost cause, of course, for polished steel passed lightly across tar-grimed fingers and Jack's smile deepened to border on the sublime. Will could only sigh, and turned to resume his work.
Your dialogue throughout this is also sublime. And the image of Jack playing with the shiny sharp things is priceless. Will is wonderful here-the picture of patience and endurance.

The bloody trollop fell asleep. Before our business was concluded!
Poor thing was probably tired. And he probably talked her to death! I love the idea, which is really in character, that Jack has a higher opinion of himself with the ladies than they do!

Thank you, thank you for such a wonderful story. You put a smile on my face for the day-and any other time I come back to look at it.

[erinrua]

Oh, my gosh, you quoted almost the entire story back at me! LOL you liked it, you liked it! (Yes, I am that inordinately insecure when it comes to writing for other people, lol!)

Oh, thank you *so* much for saying so many wonderful things! You can't know how happy I am, and how loudly my muses are purring. *G* I'm so happy to have pleased you, and I'm equally glad you gave me this prompt! LOL, it almost wrote itself, and I was chuckling as I watched where it would unfold. Thank you for being my inspiration! *salutes - HUGS!*

[honorat]

I thought I was very selective about the lines I quoted back! They were all so lovely. This is the first fic anyone has ever written for me, so I felt inspired to *Squee!* long and hard about it. Thank you again so very much.

[erinrua]

*hugs you* :-)