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Fandom: PotC
Prompts: #27: sea shanties; #26: uniform
Pairings: mostly gen, some Will/Elizabeth
Rating: PG-13
Notes: Written for potc_dogwatch prompts #27 "sea shanties" and #26 "uniform." 100 words each.
27. sticks and stones
"Elizabeth, do you even know what that shanty is about?"
"Of course I do! It's about-"
"Swiving," provides Jack, appearing out of what may as well be thin air, and at the most inopportune moment, as usual. Will jumps and glares. "It's about swiving, lad. Dancin' the blanket hornpipe. But what would you know of that, eh? Considering your regrettable...condition." He waggles his fingers delicately.
"I know enough," Will begins hotly, then falls silent, conscious of Elizabeth's curious gaze.
Jack grins like the very devil. Elizabeth says, "What condition?"
"Jack, you're a bastard."
"So I am. Your point?"
26. what price redemption
The blue-coated dress uniform of the Admiralty awaits him, as promised. And beside it, an old friend he thought he'd never see again.
He draws the sword in one clean motion. A beautiful thing, this gleaming blade, perfectly balanced as an extension of his arm, credit to the craftsmanship of its maker.
Sheathing it, he reaches for the open bottle on the dressing table, takes a long swig. It's been a very long time since he's cared to look in a mirror, and he barely recognizes himself.
Soap, hot water, a razor, and thirty minutes later, he almost feels clean.
Prompts: #27: sea shanties; #26: uniform
Pairings: mostly gen, some Will/Elizabeth
Rating: PG-13
Notes: Written for potc_dogwatch prompts #27 "sea shanties" and #26 "uniform." 100 words each.
27. sticks and stones
"Elizabeth, do you even know what that shanty is about?"
"Of course I do! It's about-"
"Swiving," provides Jack, appearing out of what may as well be thin air, and at the most inopportune moment, as usual. Will jumps and glares. "It's about swiving, lad. Dancin' the blanket hornpipe. But what would you know of that, eh? Considering your regrettable...condition." He waggles his fingers delicately.
"I know enough," Will begins hotly, then falls silent, conscious of Elizabeth's curious gaze.
Jack grins like the very devil. Elizabeth says, "What condition?"
"Jack, you're a bastard."
"So I am. Your point?"
26. what price redemption
The blue-coated dress uniform of the Admiralty awaits him, as promised. And beside it, an old friend he thought he'd never see again.
He draws the sword in one clean motion. A beautiful thing, this gleaming blade, perfectly balanced as an extension of his arm, credit to the craftsmanship of its maker.
Sheathing it, he reaches for the open bottle on the dressing table, takes a long swig. It's been a very long time since he's cared to look in a mirror, and he barely recognizes himself.
Soap, hot water, a razor, and thirty minutes later, he almost feels clean.