fandom_muses: Topic 29 - Kindness of Strangers
He thought he knew *before* he knew...at least, he was a little bit sure. And a little bit sure is a lot better than a lot *un*sure, a solid fact in life he was well-acquainted with. It was a gleam in the eyes...a set to the jaw...
The lad was a stranger until he faced off with Jack through the bars of his cell, unafraid and unassuming. Now that he thought about it, that *had* to be it...with the bravado gone and the innocent rage gone from his expression, the swab was the spitting image of his father.
But a kindness was offered, a kindness Jack sorely needed...a kindness that Jack *knew* would be honored. He knew it the moment the stranger turned into Will Turner with the utterance of a name. His entire person morphed in that moment, changing the banal good looks of a stranger into the warm and vivid living remembrance of old Bootstrap himself, alive in every detail.
And quite possibly...nay, quite *definitely* alive elsewhere in the world someplace. Of that much Jack was more than a little certain. It was, however, not the opportune moment...not by a longshot.
At the moment Will Turner offered to spring him from his cell, a helping hand and a sturdy body were all he needed to set to the all-important task of reclaiming his bloody ship, and putting a bullet in Barbossa’s worthless head.
Muse: Captain Jack Sparrow
Fandom: Pirates of the Carribean
Words: 240
The lad was a stranger until he faced off with Jack through the bars of his cell, unafraid and unassuming. Now that he thought about it, that *had* to be it...with the bravado gone and the innocent rage gone from his expression, the swab was the spitting image of his father.
But a kindness was offered, a kindness Jack sorely needed...a kindness that Jack *knew* would be honored. He knew it the moment the stranger turned into Will Turner with the utterance of a name. His entire person morphed in that moment, changing the banal good looks of a stranger into the warm and vivid living remembrance of old Bootstrap himself, alive in every detail.
And quite possibly...nay, quite *definitely* alive elsewhere in the world someplace. Of that much Jack was more than a little certain. It was, however, not the opportune moment...not by a longshot.
At the moment Will Turner offered to spring him from his cell, a helping hand and a sturdy body were all he needed to set to the all-important task of reclaiming his bloody ship, and putting a bullet in Barbossa’s worthless head.
Muse: Captain Jack Sparrow
Fandom: Pirates of the Carribean
Words: 240