#37 - Jar of Dirt
title: Jar of Dirt
word count: 200
fandom: Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest
challenge: #037 - plunder
summary: It wasn't the first thing Buffy would think of if she saw an art gallery advertising pirate plunder.
disclaimer: The words are mine; the worlds are not. I claim nothing but the plot.
"And this," Joyce said in a conspiratorial tone of voice as she showed off her latest acquisition to her daughter, "is the infamous 'Jar of Dirt' carried by the legenday pirate, Captain Jack Sparrow of the Black Pearl, on his return voyage from China. It was mentioned in several letters and other references dated to the time period--"
"But it's just a jar of dirt," Buffy objected, scowling at it. "I thought you were running an art gallery. What's so art-y about a jar of dirt?"
Joyce gave her daughter a patient smile, the kind that always made Buffy grit her teeth in suspicion of parental condescension. "This isn't just any jar of dirt, Buffy. It's the 'Jar of Dirt', made of blown glass more than three centuries old, containing earth from a Caribbean beach untouched by any of the pollutants that spoil our oceans today..."
Buffy rolled her eyes at her mother's audible quote marks. "It's still a jar full of dry dirt," she interrupted, sarcastically. "Not the first thing I'd think of if I saw an art gallery advertising pirate plunder."
"My daughter the philistine," Joyce said with a fond, exasperated smile, and patted the Slayer's cheek.
(fin)
(x-posted to jedibuttercup & tth100)
word count: 200
fandom: Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest
challenge: #037 - plunder
summary: It wasn't the first thing Buffy would think of if she saw an art gallery advertising pirate plunder.
disclaimer: The words are mine; the worlds are not. I claim nothing but the plot.
"And this," Joyce said in a conspiratorial tone of voice as she showed off her latest acquisition to her daughter, "is the infamous 'Jar of Dirt' carried by the legenday pirate, Captain Jack Sparrow of the Black Pearl, on his return voyage from China. It was mentioned in several letters and other references dated to the time period--"
"But it's just a jar of dirt," Buffy objected, scowling at it. "I thought you were running an art gallery. What's so art-y about a jar of dirt?"
Joyce gave her daughter a patient smile, the kind that always made Buffy grit her teeth in suspicion of parental condescension. "This isn't just any jar of dirt, Buffy. It's the 'Jar of Dirt', made of blown glass more than three centuries old, containing earth from a Caribbean beach untouched by any of the pollutants that spoil our oceans today..."
Buffy rolled her eyes at her mother's audible quote marks. "It's still a jar full of dry dirt," she interrupted, sarcastically. "Not the first thing I'd think of if I saw an art gallery advertising pirate plunder."
"My daughter the philistine," Joyce said with a fond, exasperated smile, and patted the Slayer's cheek.
(fin)
(x-posted to jedibuttercup & tth100)