You've messed with my brain again. I actually watched CotBP once since I first read this (yes, I am very behind on my commenting) and I kept picking myself up on thinking of Jack as 'she' (Monkey Jack, obviously. New Jack is almost definatly A Boy.). I must be very sexist, because suddenly she seemed a lot less scuzzy (to borrow a phrase) and unpleasent than before. Or maybe because Jack Who Is A Female Monkey Though Only Hector Knows has a POV, whereas Jack About Whom Little Else is Known doesn't. (I hope my Significant Capitals are conveying what I intend.)
“Awright! On me way! No call to resort to explosives.”
Whee! I'm suprised Jack doesn't seem to malapropise more often, conciously or otherwise. Perhaps folks just can't think of them.
Daddy, in his wisdom, has seen that she misses climbing and whooping with a troop of creatures like herself, and he has provided New Jack to keep her company.
Hehe. It all makes sense now.
All round his waist? Whoa indeed, how long is the tail on a capuchin, anyway? Not that Jack's waist is particularly substantial, I know, but it's only a little monkey. (I'm asking out of interest, clearly I wouldn't be questioning your monkey wisdom.)
Must be nice that-havin’ extra furry arms-eh? Furry additional arms, that is, not arms that are extra furry. That wouldn’t be so good at all.
*loves your Jack* One must make onself clear, after all. Unless there are pressing reasons for creating an ambiguity sufficiant to be able to deny at a later date what you said at an earlier date, savvy?
“Makes as much sense as old Hector striding about on deck apparently under an unshakeable misapprehension that sea monsters don’t move without direct orders from Captain Barbossa.”
*giggles*
A mutinous walrus? Or was it a goat? First Jack is puzzled. There is a goat on board, but she doesn’t seem to be planning anything. And the parrot isn’t much like a hawk either.
I love the way that Little Jack almost understands the conversations she listens to... well, almost. Metaphor is probably a bit beyond her, but then, she's not always sure how the comparisons are inteded.
"Rrrrr?" Squeeeeeeeee!
“Be it? I mean, is it?” *snork* I notice that absolutly everyone else uses standard English propositions. I suppose Captain Barbossa has his pride.
dumped it on someone’s desk and demanded his own bodyweight in gold braid an’ a stupid hat. An’ a wig. Bloody stupid powdered wig with no earthly point nor purpose-not unless you had an urgent and unforeseen need to conceal yourself among patisserie.”
This is just so.... I'm liking the vague Sparrington-gone-wrong vibe here; and the wig-cake comparison is one that seems to have always been at the back of my mind but never quite bubbled up before. The line that swam about my head was 'all the ermine you can eat', but then, I never found a use for it.
“Beck it!” spits New Jack. Heh. First Jack may struggle with metaphor, but she knows nautical language when she hears it.
Not a tailless monkey after all then. First Jack feels a stab of disappointment
Secretly female Jack has made herself canon as far as I'm concerned. I can't write her any other way (which can be a problem in stories where she only rates a passing mention and there's no time to explain). I nearly jumped out of my cinema seat when Barbossa started cooing and feeding her nuts - I always thought he was a softie for his monkey, (and got it into a pre-AWE story to prove it) but hadn't expected canon confirmation.
I'm so glad you picked up on the 'Sparrington-gone-wrong'. I can't seem to write sparrington since AWE and I miss it. So my Jack misses his commodore. Patisserie was an attempt to de-anachronise Jack Davenport's comment about looking like an ice cream.
Capuchins have pretty long tails, but then again they're pretty small monkeys. Hmmm. Maybe not ALL the way round. But she'd do her best.
Patisserie was an attempt to de-anachronise Jack Davenport's comment about looking like an ice cream. Hehe. Well, ice-cream was occasionally available in 18th-century England, but JackDav is probably thinking of Mr Whippy, which seems unlikely.
AH! Vianetta! THAT was what the wigs put me in mind of...
I'm sure First Jack would get her tail round to give New Jack a good idea of her intentions, I suppose.
It seems the simplest view to take in Nuts Out is to assume Jack has slept with everyone he has ever met until evidence presents itself to the contrary. (“Do not! Nowhere near half,” ... yeah, yeah.)
Actually, when I first started reading, I thought it was a scene between the Multiple Jacks. After all, having a 'feminine side' is accepted pop-psychology, and Jack being, well, Jack, I can't believe there isn't a Jaqulina hovering just out of sight...
“Awright! On me way! No call to resort to explosives.”
Whee! I'm suprised Jack doesn't seem to malapropise more often, conciously or otherwise. Perhaps folks just can't think of them.
Daddy, in his wisdom, has seen that she misses climbing and whooping with a troop of creatures like herself, and he has provided New Jack to keep her company.
Hehe. It all makes sense now.
All round his waist? Whoa indeed, how long is the tail on a capuchin, anyway? Not that Jack's waist is particularly substantial, I know, but it's only a little monkey. (I'm asking out of interest, clearly I wouldn't be questioning your monkey wisdom.)
Must be nice that-havin’ extra furry arms-eh? Furry additional arms, that is, not arms that are extra furry. That wouldn’t be so good at all.
*loves your Jack* One must make onself clear, after all. Unless there are pressing reasons for creating an ambiguity sufficiant to be able to deny at a later date what you said at an earlier date, savvy?
“Makes as much sense as old Hector striding about on deck apparently under an unshakeable misapprehension that sea monsters don’t move without direct orders from Captain Barbossa.”
*giggles*
A mutinous walrus? Or was it a goat? First Jack is puzzled. There is a goat on board, but she doesn’t seem to be planning anything. And the parrot isn’t much like a hawk either.
I love the way that Little Jack almost understands the conversations she listens to... well, almost. Metaphor is probably a bit beyond her, but then, she's not always sure how the comparisons are inteded.
"Rrrrr?" Squeeeeeeeee!
“Be it? I mean, is it?” *snork* I notice that absolutly everyone else uses standard English propositions. I suppose Captain Barbossa has his pride.
dumped it on someone’s desk and demanded his own bodyweight in gold braid an’ a stupid hat. An’ a wig. Bloody stupid powdered wig with no earthly point nor purpose-not unless you had an urgent and unforeseen need to conceal yourself among patisserie.”
This is just so.... I'm liking the vague Sparrington-gone-wrong vibe here; and the wig-cake comparison is one that seems to have always been at the back of my mind but never quite bubbled up before. The line that swam about my head was 'all the ermine you can eat', but then, I never found a use for it.
“Beck it!” spits New Jack. Heh. First Jack may struggle with metaphor, but she knows nautical language when she hears it.
Not a tailless monkey after all then. First Jack feels a stab of disappointment
You know, by this point, so did I. :)
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Secretly female Jack has made herself canon as far as I'm concerned. I can't write her any other way (which can be a problem in stories where she only rates a passing mention and there's no time to explain). I nearly jumped out of my cinema seat when Barbossa started cooing and feeding her nuts - I always thought he was a softie for his monkey, (and got it into a pre-AWE story to prove it) but hadn't expected canon confirmation.
I'm so glad you picked up on the 'Sparrington-gone-wrong'. I can't seem to write sparrington since AWE and I miss it. So my Jack misses his commodore. Patisserie was an attempt to de-anachronise Jack Davenport's comment about looking like an ice cream.
Capuchins have pretty long tails, but then again they're pretty small monkeys. Hmmm. Maybe not ALL the way round. But she'd do her best.
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Hehe. Well, ice-cream was occasionally available in 18th-century England, but JackDav is probably thinking of Mr Whippy, which seems unlikely.
AH! Vianetta! THAT was what the wigs put me in mind of...
I'm sure First Jack would get her tail round to give New Jack a good idea of her intentions, I suppose.
It seems the simplest view to take in Nuts Out is to assume Jack has slept with everyone he has ever met until evidence presents itself to the contrary. (“Do not! Nowhere near half,” ... yeah, yeah.)
Actually, when I first started reading, I thought it was a scene between the Multiple Jacks. After all, having a 'feminine side' is accepted pop-psychology, and Jack being, well, Jack, I can't believe there isn't a Jaqulina hovering just out of sight...
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