Fic: Bottoms Up
Title: Bottoms Up
Author: meowbooks
Word Count: 962
Rating: PG
Characters: Boat, Jack, Will
Disclaimer: Another one of my older fics set after CotBP. It's part of a series called Overlooked about the overlooked objects and characters of the PotC universe. Remember that boat Jack and Will used to commandeer the Interceptor? This is it's side of the story.
You might've seen exotic places, been in wood-seeping cold wind and icy waters, seen mermaids and sirens and selkies and specters, but you can’t-won’t-ever get to see what this boat of a bewhiskered feeble fisherman has seen.
Now you may wonder what a simple old rowboat could’ve possibly done, well I’ll tell you!
I was beached, lying in the sun, relaxing as I watched those navy characters scurry about like ants, hauling crates and chests and fruit up the gangplank of that ship-what was it? Ah, right the Interceptor.
They never take one moment to look around. Never. Always shooting their rifles and swashing their shiny swords, shouting and botherin’ ol' pieces of driftwood and creaky ships-not to mention the marching. Oh, them and their marching!
Everyday with the marching! Those young people in brocade and shiny shoes and uniforms too thick in this insufferable heat, some who ought to stay stuck like a barnacle to land on account of not being able to make like a fish-and surrounded by water as they were!
Ah, but I won’t spare another moment of your time ranting like I haven’t an idea what I’m saying. So I was watching them, not much else I could do, when up and swaying out of the trees came a sea farer and that blacksmith’s journeyman-Turner, I think. I could tell the older one was a sailor salt stiff in his hair, brown as a coconut-not like that journeyman who spent a good amount of his life inside hammering and melting-hat weathered by water and faded clothing. Course he looked peculiar even for a sailor, frivolities like beads in his hair and dangling coins.
They picked me up and started for the water. What are they doing? Hey, put me down you! Where are you taking me?PUT ME DOWN! Course they he didn’t hear me- mostly no one pays attention to what ships and boats are saying. To my surprise the older one muttered, “ ‘Scuse us, we’re in a bit of a muddle, off to save his lady love from pirates…”
It was as if I'd been kissed by a mermaid-I couldn't believe it! He'd understood me! I hardly noticed what was going on till they pulled me under over their heads, sinking to the bottom o' the harbor. They walked, the sand floating back gently after bein' disturbed, salt swam 'round, sounds were muffled, the waves washed over me.
When they neared the Dauntless they let me free to float to the surface after tying me to a rock. That was considerate of them. I don’t see how I would get back if I drifted. In awe, I watched as they climbed aboard and commandeered the mighty navy ship. As I watched them snatch the Interceptor, their true goal I thought back on what had happened.
“This is either madness or brilliant.”
“It’s remarkable how often those traits coincide.”
Remarkable. I’ll say it was! Fishes gaping in wonder at the sight of us and seaweed waving as if saying, “Welcome, this is what the sea really is!”, crabs fighting over shells stopping to marvel at me marveling at them, the sun dancing through the water reflecting on the sandy bottom, oysters spitting at me for defying the laws of what boats could or could not do! It was unlike anything I’d ever done or ever will. I went under near to the bottom of the sea and lived to float another day!
Those fancy, over decorated,disbelievin' young ships in the harbor with their shiny cannons, figureheads and-and sails thing think that I'm an ol' fool! Well, I'm not!
I apologize, I shouldn't be shouting when you've taken a good 'mount of your time listening. I appreciated it, don't be thinking any diff'rent , not many listen to ol' rowboats.
x posted:
potc_fic and
pirategasm
Author: meowbooks
Word Count: 962
Rating: PG
Characters: Boat, Jack, Will
Disclaimer: Another one of my older fics set after CotBP. It's part of a series called Overlooked about the overlooked objects and characters of the PotC universe. Remember that boat Jack and Will used to commandeer the Interceptor? This is it's side of the story.
You might've seen exotic places, been in wood-seeping cold wind and icy waters, seen mermaids and sirens and selkies and specters, but you can’t-won’t-ever get to see what this boat of a bewhiskered feeble fisherman has seen.
Now you may wonder what a simple old rowboat could’ve possibly done, well I’ll tell you!
I was beached, lying in the sun, relaxing as I watched those navy characters scurry about like ants, hauling crates and chests and fruit up the gangplank of that ship-what was it? Ah, right the Interceptor.
They never take one moment to look around. Never. Always shooting their rifles and swashing their shiny swords, shouting and botherin’ ol' pieces of driftwood and creaky ships-not to mention the marching. Oh, them and their marching!
Everyday with the marching! Those young people in brocade and shiny shoes and uniforms too thick in this insufferable heat, some who ought to stay stuck like a barnacle to land on account of not being able to make like a fish-and surrounded by water as they were!
Ah, but I won’t spare another moment of your time ranting like I haven’t an idea what I’m saying. So I was watching them, not much else I could do, when up and swaying out of the trees came a sea farer and that blacksmith’s journeyman-Turner, I think. I could tell the older one was a sailor salt stiff in his hair, brown as a coconut-not like that journeyman who spent a good amount of his life inside hammering and melting-hat weathered by water and faded clothing. Course he looked peculiar even for a sailor, frivolities like beads in his hair and dangling coins.
They picked me up and started for the water. What are they doing? Hey, put me down you! Where are you taking me?PUT ME DOWN! Course they he didn’t hear me- mostly no one pays attention to what ships and boats are saying. To my surprise the older one muttered, “ ‘Scuse us, we’re in a bit of a muddle, off to save his lady love from pirates…”
It was as if I'd been kissed by a mermaid-I couldn't believe it! He'd understood me! I hardly noticed what was going on till they pulled me under over their heads, sinking to the bottom o' the harbor. They walked, the sand floating back gently after bein' disturbed, salt swam 'round, sounds were muffled, the waves washed over me.
When they neared the Dauntless they let me free to float to the surface after tying me to a rock. That was considerate of them. I don’t see how I would get back if I drifted. In awe, I watched as they climbed aboard and commandeered the mighty navy ship. As I watched them snatch the Interceptor, their true goal I thought back on what had happened.
“This is either madness or brilliant.”
“It’s remarkable how often those traits coincide.”
Remarkable. I’ll say it was! Fishes gaping in wonder at the sight of us and seaweed waving as if saying, “Welcome, this is what the sea really is!”, crabs fighting over shells stopping to marvel at me marveling at them, the sun dancing through the water reflecting on the sandy bottom, oysters spitting at me for defying the laws of what boats could or could not do! It was unlike anything I’d ever done or ever will. I went under near to the bottom of the sea and lived to float another day!
Those fancy, over decorated,disbelievin' young ships in the harbor with their shiny cannons, figureheads and-and sails thing think that I'm an ol' fool! Well, I'm not!
I apologize, I shouldn't be shouting when you've taken a good 'mount of your time listening. I appreciated it, don't be thinking any diff'rent , not many listen to ol' rowboats.
x posted:
potc_fic and
pirategasm