Happy holidays again, torn_eledhwen! - Gratitude [PotC]
Title: Gratitude
Author: celandineb
Recipient: torn_eledhwen
Fandom: PotC
Character: Jack Sparrow
Rating: PG
Warnings: none
Summary: Jack celebrates Christmas alone.
Notes: For torn_eledhwen, a bonus for 6 consecutive years of participation in 3fan_holidays!
The wind had died down at sunset and the skiff's sail hung limp in the still air. Jack had stolen the vessel from the rum runners who had rescued him. His gratitude for their help did not extend to letting them turn him in to the authorities for a reward.
With this double-bedamned lack of wind, though, he was making no progress toward Tortuga, where he hoped to find a better vessel and a crew that would not mutiny against him like his last. He made himself as comfortable as he could against a coil of rope and took a long drink from the bottle of rum beside him. That had been his one stroke of luck, finding several such bottles aboard.
Jack looked up at the stars. He knew them nearly as well as he knew his own lost Black Pearl. Solstice had been-he counted-four days ago. He realized that made today Christmas, and a merrier Christmas than his mutinous mate Barbossa had intended for him. Better too than serving before the mast of the Flying Dutchman. Jack settled himself more comfortably and raised the bottle in salute to the night sky.
"Merry Christmas, Jack," he said.
Author: celandineb
Recipient: torn_eledhwen
Fandom: PotC
Character: Jack Sparrow
Rating: PG
Warnings: none
Summary: Jack celebrates Christmas alone.
Notes: For torn_eledhwen, a bonus for 6 consecutive years of participation in 3fan_holidays!
The wind had died down at sunset and the skiff's sail hung limp in the still air. Jack had stolen the vessel from the rum runners who had rescued him. His gratitude for their help did not extend to letting them turn him in to the authorities for a reward.
With this double-bedamned lack of wind, though, he was making no progress toward Tortuga, where he hoped to find a better vessel and a crew that would not mutiny against him like his last. He made himself as comfortable as he could against a coil of rope and took a long drink from the bottle of rum beside him. That had been his one stroke of luck, finding several such bottles aboard.
Jack looked up at the stars. He knew them nearly as well as he knew his own lost Black Pearl. Solstice had been-he counted-four days ago. He realized that made today Christmas, and a merrier Christmas than his mutinous mate Barbossa had intended for him. Better too than serving before the mast of the Flying Dutchman. Jack settled himself more comfortably and raised the bottle in salute to the night sky.
"Merry Christmas, Jack," he said.