FIC: Scorn (1/1); The Mentalist
Title: Scorn
Author: sirenofodysseus
Rating: T
Characters: Red John (mentioned), Teresa Lisbon, Patrick Jane, Grace Van Pelt, Wayne Rigsby, Kimball Cho. TL/PJ. TL/RJ.
Summary: AU Pirate. Van Pelt bit her bottom lip, before she spoke again. "Did Captain Jane really kill Red John?"
Spoilers: None, really.
Author's Note: Written for 15genres1prompt, and this is for the genre of pirate! I don't know why, but I honestly enjoyed this piece so much, that I didn't want to stop writing it!
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Grace Van Pelt waited until the first mate, Teresa Lisbon and her fellow crew member, Wayne Rigsby had sat down at the Captain’s table, before she slowly stood from her spot in the corner and approached them; the first mate wore a dark green bandana, and a scowl had wormed its way across her youthful face at whatever she and Rigsby were glancing down at in focus, within the dim candlelight of the ship’s cabin.
“The Captain is going to lead us all straight into peril waters, if he isn’t more careful.” Lisbon commented, angrily. “I’ve tried telling him that we shouldn’t even be sailing here, but he continues to delude himself into thinking we’ll be safe.”
Rigsby chuckled. “He said that on our last voyage too.” Lisbon shook her head.
“In where, he almost cost us half of our damn crew.”
Van Pelt blinked. Lisbon wasn’t like any of the women back home; she didn’t wear fancy dresses or speak without profanity, something her father-Governor Bertram-would have skinned her alive for (if she were home, and not currently being held captive aboard the Scarlet Oasis, a well-known pirate ship.).
“Why shouldn’t we sail here?” Rigsby glanced up at her with a kindred smile, and Van Pelt felt her heart flutter within her chest. It really was too bad that Wayne was a “blood-thirsty” pirate, because she was sure that her father would have approved of him, too. “You’re pirates, shouldn’t you be able to sail anywhere you please?” Lisbon and Rigsby snorted. Van Pelt crossed her arms against her chest. “Did I say something funny?”
Lisbon glanced up at her, coolly. “Lady Van Pelt, just because we’re pirates doesn’t mean that we get to sail all across the seven seas.” Rigsby motioned for her to take a seat with them, which she did to Lisbon’s upmost irritation. “The Captain would like to think he owns all of the seven seas, but he doesn’t.” Rigsby nodded in agreement. Van Pelt frowned; she had heard plenty of tales about the infamous Pirate Captain Patrick Jane, and all of his law breaking escapades from her hidden alcove in the governor’s mansion.
“Was there something you needed, Lady Van Pelt?” Rigsby inquired politely. Van Pelt glanced down at her hands, before she slowly nodded. “What do you need?”
“I just wondered if the stories about Captain Jane were true.” Van Pelt answered. Lisbon raised her own eyebrow, and she rushed to explain herself. “I’m the Governor’s daughter, and my father has said many things on the subject of Captain Patrick Jane and his elusive first mate.”
“Elusive is right.” Rigsby commented, and Lisbon rolled her eyes. “I’m sure the Captain would agree, Lisbon.”
“The Captain has done a deal of great many things, Lady Van Pelt.” Lisbon replied, dryly. “You’re going to have to be a bit more specific, especially if you want your answer today.”
Van Pelt bit her bottom lip, before she spoke again. “Did Captain Jane really kill Red John?”
The cabin went completely silent, and Van Pelt dared to glance back up at both Rigsby and Lisbon, who looked at one another in silent surprise. “I’ve heard tales about Red John before.” Van Pelt hurried to explain. “I once over heard my father say Red John enjoyed killing and…”
“He did.” Lisbon interrupted, hastily. “Captain Jane killed him.”
“How did Captain Jane kill him?” Van Pelt knew it wasn’t a healthy interest for a woman of her age, but the death of the nefarious sea pirate, Red John, had truly captivated her. Lisbon seemed on the very verge of pulling out the sword attached to her hip and using it, while Rigsby seemed to be debating on whether or not he should tell the story.
In the end, he cleared his throat and offered a soft smile in return. “It’s a long story, and it’s something we don’t discuss around here. Bad luck mostly.” Van Pelt noticed that his blue eyes lingered on Lisbon for a moment or so, before he focused his entire attention back on her.
“Oh.” Van Pelt muttered, dejectedly and though she would never ask them (for she did have the manners of a young lady, and they were pirates with extremely sharp swords), she couldn’t help but wonder if Red John had done something horrid to the first mate. “I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to pry!”
“It’s perfectly fine, Lady Van Pelt.” Lisbon addressed, gruffly. Van Pelt opened her mouth to ask another question, when the door to the large cabin opened.
“Ah! There’s my favorite first mate and her left hand man-slacking off as usual, I see.” Captain Patrick Jane stated, with a playful wink in Lisbon’s direction. Rigsby stood from his seat to greet the Captain, while Lisbon scowled. “I also see that you’ve allowed Lady Van Pelt to join you. How come I wasn’t invited to this overthrow the ship party, eh?”
Lisbon continued to scowl. “Captain, you own this ship.”
“I do, don’t I?” Captain Jane brightly responded, before he glanced at Rigsby and motioned for the taller man to sit back down. “What is my first mate complaining about now, Rigsby? Do I need to bring out the rum for her?”
Rigsby grinned. “Sir, she’s complaining that you might kill us all with your lousy navigational skills and total lack of common sense.”
“Is that so?” Captain Jane inquired, as he raised his fair eyebrows toward Lisbon, who merely rolled her own eyes in response. “Rigsby!” Rigsby glanced up at the Captain. “Would you say that the first mate needs to be taught a lesson in trust and respect?”
“I can’t rightly answer that, sir.” Rigsby answered, his tone colored in amusement. “The first mate has a right to be distrusting and disrespectful.”
“Damn right, I do!” Lisbon cursed. Van Pelt stared in surprise. The first mate was supposed to trust the Captain, wasn’t he or she? “You put one finger on me, sir and you’ll need that hook you’ve been wanting for almost eight years now.” Lisbon’s hand went straight for her sword, and Captain Jane stepped forward.
“Rigsby?” Captain Jane addressed him again.
“Yes, sir?”
“If you’d be a perfect left hand man, and take Lady Van Pelt to visit Cho. I’d like to talk to the first mate alone.” Captain Jane beamed toward Lisbon, before he glanced back at Lady Van Pelt. “I’m sure we’ll find the time to talk, Lady Van Pelt.”
“Of course, sir.” Rigsby answered, and motioned for Van Pelt to follow him out the cabin door and into the bright sunshine atop the ship’s deck. “He’s not going to punish her, just so you know. Captain Jane might be a bloodthirsty pirate,” Rigsby paused to grin at her, and she blushed. “But he respects his crew’s opinion, except for when they’re wrong.”
Van Pelt tilted her head, as he gently took her arm to steady her. “Do they do that a lot?”
Rigsby chuckled. “Captain Jane and his first mate have a unique relationship. It’s not something most notice at first, but I had questioned why Lisbon never stood when the Captain entered our meetings.”
“Why doesn’t she?” Van Pelt had wondered the same thing. “I don’t know the pirate code, but...”
“If the first mate is only with me or Cho and the Captain walks in, she’ll remain seated. If the first mate is with anybody else and the Captain walks in, she’ll stand to show her respect.” Rigsby explained. “It’s confusing. I’ve never seen a first mate scorn a Captain so much, yet be so much more respectful than other first mates I’ve met.”
Van Pelt eyed him. “She’s disrespectful and respectful at the same time?”
“Aye,” Rigsby answered. “Captain Jane has always seen First Mate Lisbon as his equal, and that is why you don’t want to pi…” Rigsby paused to clear his throat, sheepishly. “…upset her. Captain Jane has gutted men for far less.” Van Pelt didn’t doubt that at all, but she did briefly wonder what the Captain and his first mate were up to at that very moment.
Author: sirenofodysseus
Rating: T
Characters: Red John (mentioned), Teresa Lisbon, Patrick Jane, Grace Van Pelt, Wayne Rigsby, Kimball Cho. TL/PJ. TL/RJ.
Summary: AU Pirate. Van Pelt bit her bottom lip, before she spoke again. "Did Captain Jane really kill Red John?"
Spoilers: None, really.
Author's Note: Written for 15genres1prompt, and this is for the genre of pirate! I don't know why, but I honestly enjoyed this piece so much, that I didn't want to stop writing it!
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Grace Van Pelt waited until the first mate, Teresa Lisbon and her fellow crew member, Wayne Rigsby had sat down at the Captain’s table, before she slowly stood from her spot in the corner and approached them; the first mate wore a dark green bandana, and a scowl had wormed its way across her youthful face at whatever she and Rigsby were glancing down at in focus, within the dim candlelight of the ship’s cabin.
“The Captain is going to lead us all straight into peril waters, if he isn’t more careful.” Lisbon commented, angrily. “I’ve tried telling him that we shouldn’t even be sailing here, but he continues to delude himself into thinking we’ll be safe.”
Rigsby chuckled. “He said that on our last voyage too.” Lisbon shook her head.
“In where, he almost cost us half of our damn crew.”
Van Pelt blinked. Lisbon wasn’t like any of the women back home; she didn’t wear fancy dresses or speak without profanity, something her father-Governor Bertram-would have skinned her alive for (if she were home, and not currently being held captive aboard the Scarlet Oasis, a well-known pirate ship.).
“Why shouldn’t we sail here?” Rigsby glanced up at her with a kindred smile, and Van Pelt felt her heart flutter within her chest. It really was too bad that Wayne was a “blood-thirsty” pirate, because she was sure that her father would have approved of him, too. “You’re pirates, shouldn’t you be able to sail anywhere you please?” Lisbon and Rigsby snorted. Van Pelt crossed her arms against her chest. “Did I say something funny?”
Lisbon glanced up at her, coolly. “Lady Van Pelt, just because we’re pirates doesn’t mean that we get to sail all across the seven seas.” Rigsby motioned for her to take a seat with them, which she did to Lisbon’s upmost irritation. “The Captain would like to think he owns all of the seven seas, but he doesn’t.” Rigsby nodded in agreement. Van Pelt frowned; she had heard plenty of tales about the infamous Pirate Captain Patrick Jane, and all of his law breaking escapades from her hidden alcove in the governor’s mansion.
“Was there something you needed, Lady Van Pelt?” Rigsby inquired politely. Van Pelt glanced down at her hands, before she slowly nodded. “What do you need?”
“I just wondered if the stories about Captain Jane were true.” Van Pelt answered. Lisbon raised her own eyebrow, and she rushed to explain herself. “I’m the Governor’s daughter, and my father has said many things on the subject of Captain Patrick Jane and his elusive first mate.”
“Elusive is right.” Rigsby commented, and Lisbon rolled her eyes. “I’m sure the Captain would agree, Lisbon.”
“The Captain has done a deal of great many things, Lady Van Pelt.” Lisbon replied, dryly. “You’re going to have to be a bit more specific, especially if you want your answer today.”
Van Pelt bit her bottom lip, before she spoke again. “Did Captain Jane really kill Red John?”
The cabin went completely silent, and Van Pelt dared to glance back up at both Rigsby and Lisbon, who looked at one another in silent surprise. “I’ve heard tales about Red John before.” Van Pelt hurried to explain. “I once over heard my father say Red John enjoyed killing and…”
“He did.” Lisbon interrupted, hastily. “Captain Jane killed him.”
“How did Captain Jane kill him?” Van Pelt knew it wasn’t a healthy interest for a woman of her age, but the death of the nefarious sea pirate, Red John, had truly captivated her. Lisbon seemed on the very verge of pulling out the sword attached to her hip and using it, while Rigsby seemed to be debating on whether or not he should tell the story.
In the end, he cleared his throat and offered a soft smile in return. “It’s a long story, and it’s something we don’t discuss around here. Bad luck mostly.” Van Pelt noticed that his blue eyes lingered on Lisbon for a moment or so, before he focused his entire attention back on her.
“Oh.” Van Pelt muttered, dejectedly and though she would never ask them (for she did have the manners of a young lady, and they were pirates with extremely sharp swords), she couldn’t help but wonder if Red John had done something horrid to the first mate. “I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to pry!”
“It’s perfectly fine, Lady Van Pelt.” Lisbon addressed, gruffly. Van Pelt opened her mouth to ask another question, when the door to the large cabin opened.
“Ah! There’s my favorite first mate and her left hand man-slacking off as usual, I see.” Captain Patrick Jane stated, with a playful wink in Lisbon’s direction. Rigsby stood from his seat to greet the Captain, while Lisbon scowled. “I also see that you’ve allowed Lady Van Pelt to join you. How come I wasn’t invited to this overthrow the ship party, eh?”
Lisbon continued to scowl. “Captain, you own this ship.”
“I do, don’t I?” Captain Jane brightly responded, before he glanced at Rigsby and motioned for the taller man to sit back down. “What is my first mate complaining about now, Rigsby? Do I need to bring out the rum for her?”
Rigsby grinned. “Sir, she’s complaining that you might kill us all with your lousy navigational skills and total lack of common sense.”
“Is that so?” Captain Jane inquired, as he raised his fair eyebrows toward Lisbon, who merely rolled her own eyes in response. “Rigsby!” Rigsby glanced up at the Captain. “Would you say that the first mate needs to be taught a lesson in trust and respect?”
“I can’t rightly answer that, sir.” Rigsby answered, his tone colored in amusement. “The first mate has a right to be distrusting and disrespectful.”
“Damn right, I do!” Lisbon cursed. Van Pelt stared in surprise. The first mate was supposed to trust the Captain, wasn’t he or she? “You put one finger on me, sir and you’ll need that hook you’ve been wanting for almost eight years now.” Lisbon’s hand went straight for her sword, and Captain Jane stepped forward.
“Rigsby?” Captain Jane addressed him again.
“Yes, sir?”
“If you’d be a perfect left hand man, and take Lady Van Pelt to visit Cho. I’d like to talk to the first mate alone.” Captain Jane beamed toward Lisbon, before he glanced back at Lady Van Pelt. “I’m sure we’ll find the time to talk, Lady Van Pelt.”
“Of course, sir.” Rigsby answered, and motioned for Van Pelt to follow him out the cabin door and into the bright sunshine atop the ship’s deck. “He’s not going to punish her, just so you know. Captain Jane might be a bloodthirsty pirate,” Rigsby paused to grin at her, and she blushed. “But he respects his crew’s opinion, except for when they’re wrong.”
Van Pelt tilted her head, as he gently took her arm to steady her. “Do they do that a lot?”
Rigsby chuckled. “Captain Jane and his first mate have a unique relationship. It’s not something most notice at first, but I had questioned why Lisbon never stood when the Captain entered our meetings.”
“Why doesn’t she?” Van Pelt had wondered the same thing. “I don’t know the pirate code, but...”
“If the first mate is only with me or Cho and the Captain walks in, she’ll remain seated. If the first mate is with anybody else and the Captain walks in, she’ll stand to show her respect.” Rigsby explained. “It’s confusing. I’ve never seen a first mate scorn a Captain so much, yet be so much more respectful than other first mates I’ve met.”
Van Pelt eyed him. “She’s disrespectful and respectful at the same time?”
“Aye,” Rigsby answered. “Captain Jane has always seen First Mate Lisbon as his equal, and that is why you don’t want to pi…” Rigsby paused to clear his throat, sheepishly. “…upset her. Captain Jane has gutted men for far less.” Van Pelt didn’t doubt that at all, but she did briefly wonder what the Captain and his first mate were up to at that very moment.