TnB Challenge: Pirate Christmas Story (7/24)
Title: Pirate Christmas Story (7/24)
Author: Aranel Took
Characters: Hal Jordan/Kyle Rayner
Challenge: there_n_back Advent Calendar Challenge - Day 7
Prompts: bottle, wharf, violin, moon, monkey, fork, hole
Rating: PG
Words: 700
Summary: Elseworld. Pirate!verse! Christmas in Tortuga.
Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six
The violin began playing again and conversation resumed in the restaurant, as if two men hadn’t just threatened to kill each other. Such is the life of a pirate, Kyle thought. He scanned the wharf again, but there was still no sign of Amon Sur. Then his gaze drifted to the Emerald Dawn, her sails now aglow with the light from the moon. He didn’t have too many worries about Sur attacking the ship, but the crew on leave in Tortuga were more vulnerable. “Are you sure he won’t try anything here? Should we try to warn the crew?”
Hal shook his head. “They are more than capable of handling themselves against Sur’s wretches.” He chuckled. “The monkey is probably the smartest member of his crew. And we have these now” He flexed his fingers, the middle one wearing a green ring. “It’s Sur’s crew that will have something to worry about if they try anything.”
Kyle nodded and twisted his own ring on his finger. As long as they weren’t taken by surprise, or caught without their ring, the crew should be safe. They tried not to use their rings unless absolutely necessary, to keep their secret, but if Sur’s men attacked it would be good reason to let the secret out. And if they did have to use their rings, there would most likely be no survivors to let the secret out anyway.
Hal smiled apologetically at Kyle and reached over to squeeze his hand. “I’m sorry Sur had to ruin the evening. This was supposed to get us away from things like that.”
“I don’t mind,” Kyle said. He gave Hal a crooked smile and rubbed his thumb over the back of Hal’s hand. “I like it when you get possessive. A lot.” In fact, it had made him incredibly horny. He stretched his legs out under the table, capturing Hal’s between them. “I was thinking we might skip the rest of the dinner and go back to the ship,” he said softly, seductively. “And then you can push me down on the bed and-”
A cough interrupted him. George stood next to the table, a line of servants bearing dishes behind him. “I hope you at least stay for the next course, lad,” George said with a wink.
Hal laughed and Kyle kicked him in the ankle. He was sure his face was flaming red and he couldn’t look George in the eye. “Of course,” he mumbled. “Wouldn’t miss it.”
George picked up the wine bottle and refilled their glasses while the servants laid out the next course: roast lamb, stuffed pigeons, and a toad-in-the-hole pudding.
George pulled a fork from his pocket and handed it to Hal. “Try not to bend this one,” he said with a chuckle. He retrieved the bent fork from the floor and left again.
“I can’t believe he heard that,” Kyle said, hands over his face. He had completely forgotten he was in a public place, too caught up in flirting with Hal.
“Don’t worry over it,” Hal said. “George is an old pirate. He’s heard and seen it all.” He picked up his knife and fork and cut into the tiny pigeon. “He was actually the cook on the Dawn when I was first hired on. He retired not long after and opened this place with his pension.”
Kyle had never really thought about anyone leaving the ship. Then he realized that Amon Sur must have been on the Emerald Dawn if he had expected to be made her captain after his father’s death. “Why is Amon Sur no longer on the Emerald Dawn?” Kyle asked between mouthfuls of lamb. “He doesn’t seem the loyal and honorable type. How did someone like him get accepted for the crew?” He glanced sideways, making sure no one was paying attention to their conversation. “He doesn’t seem like someone who could see the light from the Lantern,” he whispered.
“He was never supposed to be on the Dawn,” Hal said somberly. “He never saw the light. But his father could not bear to make him leave. He was Abin Sur’s one weakness and proved to be a fatal one.”
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Author: Aranel Took
Characters: Hal Jordan/Kyle Rayner
Challenge: there_n_back Advent Calendar Challenge - Day 7
Prompts: bottle, wharf, violin, moon, monkey, fork, hole
Rating: PG
Words: 700
Summary: Elseworld. Pirate!verse! Christmas in Tortuga.
Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six
The violin began playing again and conversation resumed in the restaurant, as if two men hadn’t just threatened to kill each other. Such is the life of a pirate, Kyle thought. He scanned the wharf again, but there was still no sign of Amon Sur. Then his gaze drifted to the Emerald Dawn, her sails now aglow with the light from the moon. He didn’t have too many worries about Sur attacking the ship, but the crew on leave in Tortuga were more vulnerable. “Are you sure he won’t try anything here? Should we try to warn the crew?”
Hal shook his head. “They are more than capable of handling themselves against Sur’s wretches.” He chuckled. “The monkey is probably the smartest member of his crew. And we have these now” He flexed his fingers, the middle one wearing a green ring. “It’s Sur’s crew that will have something to worry about if they try anything.”
Kyle nodded and twisted his own ring on his finger. As long as they weren’t taken by surprise, or caught without their ring, the crew should be safe. They tried not to use their rings unless absolutely necessary, to keep their secret, but if Sur’s men attacked it would be good reason to let the secret out. And if they did have to use their rings, there would most likely be no survivors to let the secret out anyway.
Hal smiled apologetically at Kyle and reached over to squeeze his hand. “I’m sorry Sur had to ruin the evening. This was supposed to get us away from things like that.”
“I don’t mind,” Kyle said. He gave Hal a crooked smile and rubbed his thumb over the back of Hal’s hand. “I like it when you get possessive. A lot.” In fact, it had made him incredibly horny. He stretched his legs out under the table, capturing Hal’s between them. “I was thinking we might skip the rest of the dinner and go back to the ship,” he said softly, seductively. “And then you can push me down on the bed and-”
A cough interrupted him. George stood next to the table, a line of servants bearing dishes behind him. “I hope you at least stay for the next course, lad,” George said with a wink.
Hal laughed and Kyle kicked him in the ankle. He was sure his face was flaming red and he couldn’t look George in the eye. “Of course,” he mumbled. “Wouldn’t miss it.”
George picked up the wine bottle and refilled their glasses while the servants laid out the next course: roast lamb, stuffed pigeons, and a toad-in-the-hole pudding.
George pulled a fork from his pocket and handed it to Hal. “Try not to bend this one,” he said with a chuckle. He retrieved the bent fork from the floor and left again.
“I can’t believe he heard that,” Kyle said, hands over his face. He had completely forgotten he was in a public place, too caught up in flirting with Hal.
“Don’t worry over it,” Hal said. “George is an old pirate. He’s heard and seen it all.” He picked up his knife and fork and cut into the tiny pigeon. “He was actually the cook on the Dawn when I was first hired on. He retired not long after and opened this place with his pension.”
Kyle had never really thought about anyone leaving the ship. Then he realized that Amon Sur must have been on the Emerald Dawn if he had expected to be made her captain after his father’s death. “Why is Amon Sur no longer on the Emerald Dawn?” Kyle asked between mouthfuls of lamb. “He doesn’t seem the loyal and honorable type. How did someone like him get accepted for the crew?” He glanced sideways, making sure no one was paying attention to their conversation. “He doesn’t seem like someone who could see the light from the Lantern,” he whispered.
“He was never supposed to be on the Dawn,” Hal said somberly. “He never saw the light. But his father could not bear to make him leave. He was Abin Sur’s one weakness and proved to be a fatal one.”
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