15 Minute Ficlet, etc.
It's hot and it was windy earlier, and there's smoke in the air: fall in Southern California.
Went swimming to cool off, and then came in and wrote this for 15minuteficlets...
~ Premature ~
Things were working out just beautifully. All of them reunited again, save Norrington who was welcome to heroism and Isla Cruces -- made Jack almost thankful they'd brought him along, in spite of the incessant, self-pitying snark they'd had to endure since picking him up in Tortuga. Elizabeth was too bloody soft-hearted -- must talk to her about that. If he could get a word in edgewise now that Will was back, curse him. Just when he was making headway with the lass, too. But that kiss between 'em, on the island, well, there was nothing hesitant about it. Or platonic. She'd been very glad to see the whelp. Ecstatic, even. Bloody hell.
Still, Jack had what he needed, and save his hide it would. Land, and one horrid, invaluable bodily organ, formerly the property of one Davy Jones. All he needed to wiggle his way out of the squid-faced devil's clutches.
So when the Flying Dutchman reared up out of the depths, bringing her captain to collect on the debt, how could he help but taunt Jones, sing-song in relief?
"I've got a jar of di-irt! I've got a jar of di-irt! And guess what's inside it!"
~.~
Went swimming to cool off, and then came in and wrote this for 15minuteficlets...
~ Premature ~
Things were working out just beautifully. All of them reunited again, save Norrington who was welcome to heroism and Isla Cruces -- made Jack almost thankful they'd brought him along, in spite of the incessant, self-pitying snark they'd had to endure since picking him up in Tortuga. Elizabeth was too bloody soft-hearted -- must talk to her about that. If he could get a word in edgewise now that Will was back, curse him. Just when he was making headway with the lass, too. But that kiss between 'em, on the island, well, there was nothing hesitant about it. Or platonic. She'd been very glad to see the whelp. Ecstatic, even. Bloody hell.
Still, Jack had what he needed, and save his hide it would. Land, and one horrid, invaluable bodily organ, formerly the property of one Davy Jones. All he needed to wiggle his way out of the squid-faced devil's clutches.
So when the Flying Dutchman reared up out of the depths, bringing her captain to collect on the debt, how could he help but taunt Jones, sing-song in relief?
"I've got a jar of di-irt! I've got a jar of di-irt! And guess what's inside it!"
~.~