Ficlet: Stuff of Legend

[lady_di75]

Title: "Stuff of Legend"
Author: lady_di75 
Characters/Pairings: Elizabeth, Teague; implied J/E, W/E
Rating: PG
Word count: 701
Disclaimer: Jack is not mine. Nor is Elizabeth. Or Teague. Disney's all.

A/N: According to my calculations, it's been a very, very long time since I've posted any fic at all here. For what it's worth, I flexed my writing muscles

Comments

[pearlseed]

Now there's things in this world that just aren't right, like you said about people hurting animals (my list includes olders and babies), but me not reading this before, well, phooey potatoes, this is a different kinda not right... rather of the dumb bunny nature.

That stated, I found POTC on demand and so I've been indulging myself to the very best of my ability--I've been sick you know, coughing yucky fluid sick as hammered grits--so I found your name and that lead to your site and now this story. Which meets a buncha needs...that she lay with a devil and an angel and she's all to everyone and they all obey her completely and then the sniff big old lonesomeness of her situation. Makes sense to me beyond all the three would be a family and there'd be buncha babies from both da. Pleases me too that the Keeper would have his hand in--think there was probably much more of that than Jack is aware. Seems like the keeper loves his children as much as he loved sailing, pirating, Jack's mum, the Code. Good story my dear, and the first paragraph, the descriptions of the stories circulating...oh very yes, and definitely Lizzie, even being all pitiful. Sometimes you just are...sad and it can be indulged with a bit of rum indeed. Thank you for letting me blather. Are your sweet boys still growing and are you still teaching? I am, my 39th year, although I think the administrators have actually succeeded in breaking my heart. I've been placed in an adaptive education class, not teaching, care giving, wiping, feeding, herding, entertaining...not teaching. Still, there are glimpses...possibilities... and I still irritate the bejesus outta the powers...big old briar eating grin. Take care, fair winds, good birding, pearlseed