"Resurrection"
Title: "Resurrection", sequel to "Somniferum" and "When Shadows Fall"
Author: Tseek_Unique
Rating:PG
Summary: The town undertaker makes a surprising discovery.
Disclaimer: Property of Disney, I own nothing. They own me. *sigh*
Pairings:Just ol'Jack.
Warnings: Character...life?
Author's Notes: A short dialogue fic with suggestions of sounds.
Feedback: Welcomed, luvs! *Offers cookies*
Link:
Music: Quiet.
"Doctor Grigsby! Dr. Grigsby!"
(Sound of pounding on door)
"Mmmph! Who can that be at this hour?"
(Rustle of bed covers, sound of window being raised. Rumbles of thunder, pattering of rain)
"Halloo! What 'tis the problem, my good man?"
"It's Michael Lee, sir! The town undertaker! I need your assistance down at my 'stablishment, sir!"
"And what is going on, Mister Lee?"
"Well, Commodore Norrington's man came up to th’ house this mornin’ and said a guest died there, an’ me son Tom went 'round with the donkey cart to collect the body. But this bloke ain't dead, sir! Won't you please come straight away?"
"One moment and I shall dress."
(window slams, rustling of clothing)
(Lady‘s voice) “George? “
“Go back to sleep, my dear. There is a patient who needs me.”
(footsteps thudding on stairs. Door opens and bangs shut. Sounds of footsteps splashing through rain puddles.)
"Who is this man, Mister Lee?"
"It's Jack Sparrow.“
"Jack Sparrow! Is that not the pirate that the Commodore laid up in his house last evening?”
(Pattering of rain, rumble of thunder)
"Aye, sir, that's him. After Tom collected the body, I told ‘im to wrap it up an’ lay it in the byre an’ I'd make the coffin tonight. But the body is still warm an’ Sparrow’s tryin’ to talk. Careful on the steps ‘ere, doctor."
(Door creaks open and shut. Sounds of heavy breathing from both men. Several moments of silence)
“Has he said anythin’, Thomas?”
“No, sir. Jus’ keeps tryin’ to open ‘is eyes.”
(Rustling of cloth)
"You are most definitely correct, Mister Lee. Indeed, there is a pulse.”
“I know me craft, sir.”
“Thomas, I need for you to run up to the Commodore‘s house and fetch whoever has been caring for Mister Sparrow. Tell them to come at once and bring any medicants he was given.”
(Sound of running feet, door creaks open, then slams)
“Hmmm. I detect a distinct odor of laudanum. Can you hear me, Mister Sparrow?”
“.............”
“It’s Doctor Grigsby! Speak a little louder if you will, Mister Sparrow. Oh, he’s fainted again. A cold cloth please.”
(sound of water splashing in bucket, soft moans)
“As soon as Tom returns, we must move him up to my house, Mister Lee. I can best tend him there. Easy, Mister Sparrow! We’ll soon have you in a warm bed.”
“....C-captain....Jack...Sp...”
“Speak up please, Mister Sparrow!”
“....why they always tryin’ t’ throw me away.... when I’m not dead.....?”
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Author: Tseek_Unique
Rating:PG
Summary: The town undertaker makes a surprising discovery.
Disclaimer: Property of Disney, I own nothing. They own me. *sigh*
Pairings:Just ol'Jack.
Warnings: Character...life?
Author's Notes: A short dialogue fic with suggestions of sounds.
Feedback: Welcomed, luvs! *Offers cookies*
Link:
Music: Quiet.
"Doctor Grigsby! Dr. Grigsby!"
(Sound of pounding on door)
"Mmmph! Who can that be at this hour?"
(Rustle of bed covers, sound of window being raised. Rumbles of thunder, pattering of rain)
"Halloo! What 'tis the problem, my good man?"
"It's Michael Lee, sir! The town undertaker! I need your assistance down at my 'stablishment, sir!"
"And what is going on, Mister Lee?"
"Well, Commodore Norrington's man came up to th’ house this mornin’ and said a guest died there, an’ me son Tom went 'round with the donkey cart to collect the body. But this bloke ain't dead, sir! Won't you please come straight away?"
"One moment and I shall dress."
(window slams, rustling of clothing)
(Lady‘s voice) “George? “
“Go back to sleep, my dear. There is a patient who needs me.”
(footsteps thudding on stairs. Door opens and bangs shut. Sounds of footsteps splashing through rain puddles.)
"Who is this man, Mister Lee?"
"It's Jack Sparrow.“
"Jack Sparrow! Is that not the pirate that the Commodore laid up in his house last evening?”
(Pattering of rain, rumble of thunder)
"Aye, sir, that's him. After Tom collected the body, I told ‘im to wrap it up an’ lay it in the byre an’ I'd make the coffin tonight. But the body is still warm an’ Sparrow’s tryin’ to talk. Careful on the steps ‘ere, doctor."
(Door creaks open and shut. Sounds of heavy breathing from both men. Several moments of silence)
“Has he said anythin’, Thomas?”
“No, sir. Jus’ keeps tryin’ to open ‘is eyes.”
(Rustling of cloth)
"You are most definitely correct, Mister Lee. Indeed, there is a pulse.”
“I know me craft, sir.”
“Thomas, I need for you to run up to the Commodore‘s house and fetch whoever has been caring for Mister Sparrow. Tell them to come at once and bring any medicants he was given.”
(Sound of running feet, door creaks open, then slams)
“Hmmm. I detect a distinct odor of laudanum. Can you hear me, Mister Sparrow?”
“.............”
“It’s Doctor Grigsby! Speak a little louder if you will, Mister Sparrow. Oh, he’s fainted again. A cold cloth please.”
(sound of water splashing in bucket, soft moans)
“As soon as Tom returns, we must move him up to my house, Mister Lee. I can best tend him there. Easy, Mister Sparrow! We’ll soon have you in a warm bed.”
“....C-captain....Jack...Sp...”
“Speak up please, Mister Sparrow!”
“....why they always tryin’ t’ throw me away.... when I’m not dead.....?”
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