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Title: P for Property
Pairing: Speckett
Rating: PG13 for now, aiming at NC17 in later chapters
Spoilers: nothing major (prequel)
Summary: Jack and Cutler last met about ten years ago near Bombay, and each left his mark on the other.
Inspiration: the " Gaol" photomanip by Justawench
Disclaimer:
Official: …for your willful commission of crimes against the mouse. Said crimes being numerous in quantity and sinister in nature. The most grievous of these to be cited herewith: plagiarism, babbling…
Elizabeth: This is wrong.
Governor Swann: The authoress claimes no copyright. Makes no money at all.
Official: …impersonating a pirate at Halloween, ridiculing a Disney official, ...
Jack (grinning): Oh, yes.
Official: …writing under a nickname, kidnapping and poaching the characters, pilfering, rum abuse, depravity, bad grammar and general tastelessness. And for these crimes you have been sentenced to be on this day largely ignored and hardly read. May the fandom have mercy on your story.
"P" for "Property"
"How the mighty have fallen..."the gnomish man smirked, while the charred remnants of the Wicked Wench went under, groaning. "Or should I say: the esteemed, the much-sought, the ... overestimated? Look at you: From the honourable Diego Cortez-Huitzitzilin - honestly, you couldn't pick anything more ridiculous, could you? - through the somewhat less ambitious FitzTeague (But, my, weren't the ladies after the youngest son of legendary Richard Teague, only survivor of both Drake's and Morgan's crews, who found the fountain of youth?), captain of your own ship at no more than twenty-one, and now, what has become of you? A common thief who tried to cheat the company, and not even a particularly crafty one at that. Dandy Jack, the star of London society, now a convicted criminal, bested by a lowly clerk. Those chains suit you, they do. They compliment those rags most perfectly and set off the bloodstains on your shirt." Twirling his cane, the vertically challenged miscreant ordered two guards, who pulled their barely conscious prisoner up from the deck and dragged him back towards the brig. "Take him away, men! See that his wounds get treated - he shall replace what he misappropriated."
To be continued.
(Humble request: Would some helpful person make me an icon? I feel so naked without one but can't work out how to do them. I'd try to pay with a drabble or some such.)