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ho ho ho!

Dec 25, 2006 15:09

Christmas morning wasn't usually like this. In fact, Christmas morning Nick was usually fast asleep after a long (very long, incomprehensibly long) night's work. But the island was a very different place, and called for a very different approach. So Nick woke up with the dawn, dressed in a pair of dark trousers and a warm red sweater he'd found in ( Read more... )

scout finch, christopher robin, nick, sansa stark, dairine callahan, jane lipton, dr. james wilson, river tam, edward elric, roger davis, dr. lisa cuddy, stephen maturin, ragetti, charlie jones, jim halpert, lily strombeck

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one_eyed_rags December 25 2006, 21:23:03 UTC

Ragetti had been dozing and lazying about for the majority of the morning, so an onlooker would find hims curled up on a sofa in a warm forest green sweater. Looking up at Nick he yawned widely and bore a smile.

" 'ullo, Merry Christmas."

pere_noel December 25 2006, 22:00:08 UTC

"Merry Christmas, son," said Nick. He wouldn't ask this one whether he'd been a good boy or not this year; at least he knew that he was trying. "Are you having a good one so far?"

one_eyed_rags December 25 2006, 22:06:53 UTC

He nodded contentedly from his position. "Aye, I did'na know whot ta expec', bu' i' be nice. Firs' rewal Christmas, ans I dun 'ave ta swab no decks." He grinned with good humor and eyeballed the plate of biscuits with veiled interest.

pere_noel December 25 2006, 22:50:21 UTC

"Would you like one?" asked Nick, noting his interest in spite of any effort to conceal it and offering him the plate. A number of people had been excited about doing some Christmas baking, and Nick couldn't imagine there would be any sort of shortfall if he had to go and nick a few more from the kitchen.

one_eyed_rags December 25 2006, 22:59:41 UTC

Reacting with much less hesitation than the night before, he snatched one up with a sly grin and returned to his previous comfortable position. "Fank ye." munching on it seeming pleased he quited and allowed his eye to trail over to the large sack with curiousity.

"Whotsit?"

pere_noel December 25 2006, 23:56:44 UTC

"Now this," said Nick happily, patting the bulging bag, "is filled to the brim with gifts for everyone. Tell me, son, what would you like for Christmas this year?"

one_eyed_rags December 26 2006, 03:17:04 UTC

He blinked and dwelled on that for a moment. He was quite sure that as full and lumpy as the sack was, there was a likly good chance that Pintel was indeed not inside. Nor did he think that Pintel would allow himself to be placed within such a sack. His second hope would be a puppy, but the bag wasn't wriggling about as if a pup might be inside. Thinking for a moment he glanced about to make sure no crew members or persons of particular interest were listening in.

"Dun make much diff'rence ta me, sir. I ne'er 'ad a toy afore, though. I migh' like 'un o' dem. Dun ma'er whots kind, I ain' picky. Bu'..." he bit his lip guiltily. "I used ta dream o' bein' me own Cap'n. 'lways wan'ed me own ship, bu' too dull ta manage any'fin' likes dat." He blinked for a moment of pause. " 'nless ye gots a eye in der, dat is. Righ' like an eye."

pere_noel December 27 2006, 03:29:38 UTC

"I'm afraid I can't help you with the eye," admitted Nick. "I could make you a wooden one, but I can't imagine it would be that comfortable. But I think I can find something in here that you might like anyway."

From the bag at his feet, Nick pulled a replica of the wheel of the Black Pearl and handed it to Ragetti. He also pulled a black velvet eye patch and gave it to him as well.

"It's not an eye, but perhaps it will do in the meantime."

one_eyed_rags December 27 2006, 03:39:31 UTC

He perked up. "I 'ad a wooden eye, bu's i' didn' fit righ' ans i' wasn' clean enough ta wear. I bet a new 'un would be alrigh'. I could trade ye chores fer i'." He watched in rapt facination as the gifts were pulled out and his jaw lowered considerably with the minitaure helmwheel. He immediatly glanced around to make sure no crew members were around to report him for such a possesion. There were none around, and he turned back just in time for the patch to materialize.

He gaped at it, tentively reaching out his hand to brush the material with his fingertips as the wheel sat in his lap. "Oh Lordy, fank ye. Dat will be righ' nice." He smiled, not his usual dumb smile or one of perpetual confused glee, but one of the smiles he kept in reserve for Pintel, or now Death.

pere_noel December 27 2006, 06:44:58 UTC

Nick's heart always warmed to see that sort of happiness in someone. "I'll make it a point to talk to one of the doctors about making you an eye," he said. "I won't make you any promises, because I can't be sure it's within my capabilities, but I'll see what I can do for you, son."

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