Title: Well-said
Person: Pearlseed
Disclaimer: None some of mine a’tall
Rating: Easy on the goods
100 words
Summary: Oh Cool! Been wanting to spit this one out for a year-word ball, as it were.
Jack silenced in the Brethern Court.
Was so quiet, this voice, fashioned by whiskey and commanding from the quarterdeck, reasonating up
through barrel chest, nigh goods deep, words rumbling honey slow from the fierce, unsmiling man.
Weren't just his pistols gave the Brethern pause.
Invoked the Code, it had, pronounced judgment. Years past, won by whispers and sweet singsong spells
a Fair Maiden with lush midnight curls.
Jack Sparrow feared naught, well, Beckett (Jack grimaced, tongue extended like Cat expelling hairballs),
yet the soft "You're in my way, Boy" froze the infamous pirate, leaving only his expressive brows twitching
as he surreptitiously sought his next escape.