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Ficlets for Talk Like a Pirate Day (Hornblower, POTC, SG1)
Irony - Hornblower
Kennedy closed the door to the wardroom quietly behind him, but Horatio heard him anyway, his drawn face popping up from its intense glower at a book to smile tiredly at the other lieutenant.
"You've missed enough sleep to kill a horse, Horatio, why aren't you resting?"
"All's quiet?" Hornblower deflected the question with one of his own. Kennedy rolled his eyes.
"Yes, all's well. Bush is on watch, Buckland's fretting in the captain's cabin, no change in the captain's condition. Still mad as Lear, but quiet, for the moment." A small amount of the tension which had bound Hornblower relaxed, and he sunk deeper in his chair.
"Good," he sighed. Archie dropped his coat on the end of the table and went to perch on its edge by Horatio's abandoned tome.
"Horatio," he began, "I was thinking, on watch, about that conversation we had when we were middies on the Indy."
Horatio's face expressed wordlessly the fact that Archie had been a very talkative midshipman once off Justinian, and that they had had a great many conversations, so could he narrow the range, thank you? Archie grinned.
"The one where we discussed childhood desires to be a pirate--on my part, any how."
"Ah," Horatio's mouth twisted up slightly. "That would be the conversation in which we agreed I would make a sorry excuse for an outlaw?"
"Yes," Archie's tone was dry, though his eyes were warm. "That would be the one."
"And you were thinking?" Horatio's hand brushed Archie's casually as he shifted his weight to look at the other better.
"We're not doing so badly at it after all."
= = = =
Elocution - POTC
"Now it seems to me, young William, that having agreed to be sailin' under the command of a pirate, you really ought to be learnin' to talk like one, savvy?" Sparrow finished tying off the tiller to keep their present heading for Tortuga and sat down on the deck beside the blacksmith.
"Talk like a pirate." The disbelief that colored Will's voice also raised his eyebrows.
"Aye, a pirate," Sparrow repeated with relish. "One does not, for instance, go tossing about terms like 'avast,' without knowing the whens and wherefores. Makes a man sound silly."
Will stiffened. "I believe I already informed you that I do not make a habit of familiarity with pirates."
Sparrow slung an arm companionably around his shoulder and grinned. "Well, young William, some habits, like rules, are meant to be broken."
= = = =
Anachronism - SG-1
JOhockeycap: Arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
toomanylanguages: Jack, have you gotten something in your keyboard again? Sam will kill you if you spilled something on it just to avoid paperwork for the fifth time.
JOhockeycap: No, ye scurvy lagabout, it be talk like a pirate day.
toomanylanguages: .....
JOhockeycap: [C'mon, play along.]
toomanylanguages: You are avoiding paperwork.
JOhockeycap: Paperwork's fer landlubbers, ye mutinous bilge rat.
toomanylanguages: Bilge rat? I think I preferred Plantboy. Not at the time, of course, but really, Jack.
JOhockeycap: I be thinkin' it be time for vittles and grog.
toomanylanguages: *sigh* Would that be biscuits with or without weevils, captain?
JOhockeycap: [*grin* Gotcha!] I'm in the mood for a fine roast from the stash of the captured galleon.
toomanylanguages: The Spanish galleon that also had the barrels of coffee beans?
JOhockeycap: That be the one.
toomanylanguages: Then I'd say it's time to be raiding the commissary. Don't be forgetting your cutlass, captain.
JOhockeycap: Meet you there. Arrr.
Daniel grinned and turned away from the monitor. Maybe he should collect Sam on the way. See if Jack would take this far enough to try out calling Major Carter "a buxom wench." The archaeologist would be able to sell tickets to the fallout.
Kennedy closed the door to the wardroom quietly behind him, but Horatio heard him anyway, his drawn face popping up from its intense glower at a book to smile tiredly at the other lieutenant.
"You've missed enough sleep to kill a horse, Horatio, why aren't you resting?"
"All's quiet?" Hornblower deflected the question with one of his own. Kennedy rolled his eyes.
"Yes, all's well. Bush is on watch, Buckland's fretting in the captain's cabin, no change in the captain's condition. Still mad as Lear, but quiet, for the moment." A small amount of the tension which had bound Hornblower relaxed, and he sunk deeper in his chair.
"Good," he sighed. Archie dropped his coat on the end of the table and went to perch on its edge by Horatio's abandoned tome.
"Horatio," he began, "I was thinking, on watch, about that conversation we had when we were middies on the Indy."
Horatio's face expressed wordlessly the fact that Archie had been a very talkative midshipman once off Justinian, and that they had had a great many conversations, so could he narrow the range, thank you? Archie grinned.
"The one where we discussed childhood desires to be a pirate--on my part, any how."
"Ah," Horatio's mouth twisted up slightly. "That would be the conversation in which we agreed I would make a sorry excuse for an outlaw?"
"Yes," Archie's tone was dry, though his eyes were warm. "That would be the one."
"And you were thinking?" Horatio's hand brushed Archie's casually as he shifted his weight to look at the other better.
"We're not doing so badly at it after all."
= = = =
Elocution - POTC
"Now it seems to me, young William, that having agreed to be sailin' under the command of a pirate, you really ought to be learnin' to talk like one, savvy?" Sparrow finished tying off the tiller to keep their present heading for Tortuga and sat down on the deck beside the blacksmith.
"Talk like a pirate." The disbelief that colored Will's voice also raised his eyebrows.
"Aye, a pirate," Sparrow repeated with relish. "One does not, for instance, go tossing about terms like 'avast,' without knowing the whens and wherefores. Makes a man sound silly."
Will stiffened. "I believe I already informed you that I do not make a habit of familiarity with pirates."
Sparrow slung an arm companionably around his shoulder and grinned. "Well, young William, some habits, like rules, are meant to be broken."
= = = =
Anachronism - SG-1
JOhockeycap: Arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
toomanylanguages: Jack, have you gotten something in your keyboard again? Sam will kill you if you spilled something on it just to avoid paperwork for the fifth time.
JOhockeycap: No, ye scurvy lagabout, it be talk like a pirate day.
toomanylanguages: .....
JOhockeycap: [C'mon, play along.]
toomanylanguages: You are avoiding paperwork.
JOhockeycap: Paperwork's fer landlubbers, ye mutinous bilge rat.
toomanylanguages: Bilge rat? I think I preferred Plantboy. Not at the time, of course, but really, Jack.
JOhockeycap: I be thinkin' it be time for vittles and grog.
toomanylanguages: *sigh* Would that be biscuits with or without weevils, captain?
JOhockeycap: [*grin* Gotcha!] I'm in the mood for a fine roast from the stash of the captured galleon.
toomanylanguages: The Spanish galleon that also had the barrels of coffee beans?
JOhockeycap: That be the one.
toomanylanguages: Then I'd say it's time to be raiding the commissary. Don't be forgetting your cutlass, captain.
JOhockeycap: Meet you there. Arrr.
Daniel grinned and turned away from the monitor. Maybe he should collect Sam on the way. See if Jack would take this far enough to try out calling Major Carter "a buxom wench." The archaeologist would be able to sell tickets to the fallout.