Lighter Moment: How did those get there?
Author: immortaljedi aka jedipati
Disclaimer: I don’t own any of the characters in this story.
Characters: Captain Jones, Will Turner, the crew
Rating: PG
Summary: There are… rabbits. On the Dutchman. What the…?
Author’s Note: Ok. This one is going to take some explanation. I originally wrote a double drabble based on a prompt from pktaxwench, namely “fluffy happy bunnies on the Dutchman!!” This is something of a joke between the two of us, but I wrote it.
Then I decided that this was a good candidate for a Lighter Moment fic. So… here we are. Oh, this is Mid DMC, btw. I like playing mortal Will Turner off the (relatively) immortal crew of the Dutchman. The contrast amuses me.
I'm sure some of you remember my "Lighter Moments" series, where I detail funny or not-so-serious moments that happened to the Dutchman's crew and Captains. Well, I've finally written another one for you all. Enjoy!
If you don't remember them, they can be found here
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Will Turner was the first to find them. The mortal had been sent down to get cleaning supplies. He’d given Maccus an odd look when sent down, which most of the crew felt was somewhat justified. However, the mortal didn’t know that they had to work hard to keep the ship as clean as it was.
“He’ll learn,” Clanker said softly to Bootstrap.
Bootstrap gave Clanker a sour look.
Turner came back up with a bucket and mop, but he was also carrying something else in his left hand.
“What’s that, Will?” Bootstrap asked.
Turner glanced at his father, confused. “A rabbit,” he said. “I found it in the bucket. And there’s about half a dozen more down there.”
“A… rabbit?”
Turner looked down at the brown ball of fluff he held. “Aye,” he said. By this time, the rest of the crew on deck had noticed the rabbit.
“Why is there a bunch of rabbits on the Dutchman?” Turner asked. He handed the rabbit to Bootstrap, clearly trying to make sense of the whole thing.
Bootstrap definitely understood his confusion. He juggled the rabbit for a second until he had a good grip on it; then turned to Maccus. “Ah… I think we might have a problem.”
“I can see that,” Maccus responded. He took the rabbit with a sigh. “All of you, back to work. Clanker, show Turner how we have to mop the ship. I’m going to tell the Captain.” The last sentence was very resigned.
He walked away, and Clanker, Turner, and Bootstrap heard him muttering as he went.
Turner glanced at Clanker. “I do know how to mop,” he said.
Clanker laughed. “Not the way we have t’ do it,” he said. “Come on, lad, I’ll show you what we need t’ do.”
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Captain Davy Jones looked up at the tentative sounding knock. He sighed. When one of his crewmen knocked like that, it mean that something had gone wrong, or was about to go wrong, and they didn’t want to be the bearer of bad news. “Come in!” he called.
Maccus entered, holding a… ball of fur?
“What on earth?” Davy asked.
“Turner- the lad- found it in the cleaning supplies. It’s a rabbit.”
Davy blinked and looked down at it. “How did a rabbit get in the cleaning supplies?” he asked. This was a new one. He’d never had rabbits aboard before. And with good reason. He was allergic to rabbit fur.
Maccus looked just as confused. “The lad said there were more down there.”
Davy’s eyes widened. “More rabbits,” he said. He sighed and closed his eyes. “No, this is not something I want to deal with. Maccus, get a few of the crew to… do something about it.”
Maccus looked down at the rabbit, which was starting to kick and squirm. “What should we do?” he asked.
Davy stared at him. “How did you catch that one?” he asked. “Do the same with the others. And keep them in a crate. I don’t care. I just don’t want rabbits on my ship!”
“The mortal caught it,” Maccus said, still staring helplessly at the rabbit. He had no clue how to deal with rabbits.
“Then have him tell you how you did it!” Davy snarled. “Now get to work!”
Maccus fled, taking the rabbit with him.
Davy watched him go. He snorted and turned to his organ. “Rabbits. How the hell did rabbits get on board?” He sneezed twice, and hoped Maccus didn’t hear. He wasn’t going to go out there until all the rabbits were gone.
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Will looked up as the first mate stopped in front of him. Will was fairly certain the man’s name was Maccus. “How did you catch this?” the man asked, holding out the rabbit.
Will looked down at it. “I… picked it up,” he said. “It was sitting in the bucket.”
“Good,” the first mate said. “And you’re going to help me get the rest of them.”
Will sighed and closed his eyes, but nodded. It wasn’t like he had a choice.
Will headed back down below, grabbing a lantern as he did so. It was unlit, so he stopped to light it. It was then that he became aware that the first mate and his father were following him.
He looked at them. Bill shrugged and smiled at him. “I just want to see what all the fuss is about.”
“So do I,” Will muttered. “It’s just rabbits.”
“That we have no idea how they got on the ship,” Maccus said. “Or even survived for as long as they did.”
“Unless they’re from the shipwreck last night,” Bill said.
Will shrugged. “I didn’t see any when I was over there,” he offered.
“Odd,” Maccus said.
Will snorted quietly. As if anything was truly weird on the Flying Dutchman. The ship and crew seemed to be created out of weird and unearthly things. Rabbits just didn’t seem to qualify, not to Will.
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This was not how he had expected the day to go.
He’d expected another day of backbreaking work; instead, he’d had to catch rabbits. Which was hard in its own way, mostly because they’d had to make sure that there were no more. Though, he’d left the full search to the Dutchman’s crew, since they knew the ship much better then he did. But when one was found, the crewmen arranged for him to be the one to catch it.
Captain Jones hadn’t been seen outside his cabin all day; though Will thought he’d heard the Captain sneeze, when Will had passed by the door carrying one of the furry little invaders.
Will stared at the crate the rabbits had been placed in. There were ten in total, the seven from stores, two in the crew quarters and one that Clanker had found in the brig. No one was sure how it had gotten in there, since the door to the brig had been securely closed and it was a large rabbit, too big to have fit through the bars. Will had given his father a long look and reminded him that the crew of the Dutchman could travel through solid objects.
Bootstrap had retorted with the fact that the rabbits were not crew.
Now, most of the crew and Will were staring at the rabbit crate. “Now what do we do with them?” Bootstrap asked.
Other crewmen shrugged.
Will smiled slowly. “Does the Dutchman have a galley?”
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Here’s the original drabble. As you can see, it’s somewhat similar to the first few paragraphs.
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It was Will Turner who found them first. The boy had been sent down to get cleaning supplies. He came back up with the mop and bucket, but he also carried something else. “What’s that Will?” Bootstrap asked.
Will turned a confused glance at his father. “A rabbit,” he said. “I found it in the bucket. And there’s about half a dozen more down there.”
“A… rabbit?”
Will nodded. He set the bucket and mop down, and then handed the rabbit to his father.
By this time, the rest of the crew on deck had noticed the rabbit.
“Why is there a bunch of rabbits on the Dutchman?” Will asked.
Bootstrap definitely understood his confusion. He juggled the rabbit for a second until he had a good grip on it; then turned to Maccus. “Ah… I think we might have a problem.”
Maccus looked at the rabbit in his hands. “I’ll go tell the Captain,” he said, resigned. “Back to work.”
He took the rabbit, and the crew could hear him muttering about rabbits and how on earth… as he walked away.
“I wasn’t sure if that was normal or not,” Will whispered to Bootstrap.
“No, rabbits are not normal.”
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Oh yes- Happy New Year everyone!
Disclaimer: I don’t own any of the characters in this story.
Characters: Captain Jones, Will Turner, the crew
Rating: PG
Summary: There are… rabbits. On the Dutchman. What the…?
Author’s Note: Ok. This one is going to take some explanation. I originally wrote a double drabble based on a prompt from pktaxwench, namely “fluffy happy bunnies on the Dutchman!!” This is something of a joke between the two of us, but I wrote it.
Then I decided that this was a good candidate for a Lighter Moment fic. So… here we are. Oh, this is Mid DMC, btw. I like playing mortal Will Turner off the (relatively) immortal crew of the Dutchman. The contrast amuses me.
I'm sure some of you remember my "Lighter Moments" series, where I detail funny or not-so-serious moments that happened to the Dutchman's crew and Captains. Well, I've finally written another one for you all. Enjoy!
If you don't remember them, they can be found here
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Will Turner was the first to find them. The mortal had been sent down to get cleaning supplies. He’d given Maccus an odd look when sent down, which most of the crew felt was somewhat justified. However, the mortal didn’t know that they had to work hard to keep the ship as clean as it was.
“He’ll learn,” Clanker said softly to Bootstrap.
Bootstrap gave Clanker a sour look.
Turner came back up with a bucket and mop, but he was also carrying something else in his left hand.
“What’s that, Will?” Bootstrap asked.
Turner glanced at his father, confused. “A rabbit,” he said. “I found it in the bucket. And there’s about half a dozen more down there.”
“A… rabbit?”
Turner looked down at the brown ball of fluff he held. “Aye,” he said. By this time, the rest of the crew on deck had noticed the rabbit.
“Why is there a bunch of rabbits on the Dutchman?” Turner asked. He handed the rabbit to Bootstrap, clearly trying to make sense of the whole thing.
Bootstrap definitely understood his confusion. He juggled the rabbit for a second until he had a good grip on it; then turned to Maccus. “Ah… I think we might have a problem.”
“I can see that,” Maccus responded. He took the rabbit with a sigh. “All of you, back to work. Clanker, show Turner how we have to mop the ship. I’m going to tell the Captain.” The last sentence was very resigned.
He walked away, and Clanker, Turner, and Bootstrap heard him muttering as he went.
Turner glanced at Clanker. “I do know how to mop,” he said.
Clanker laughed. “Not the way we have t’ do it,” he said. “Come on, lad, I’ll show you what we need t’ do.”
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Captain Davy Jones looked up at the tentative sounding knock. He sighed. When one of his crewmen knocked like that, it mean that something had gone wrong, or was about to go wrong, and they didn’t want to be the bearer of bad news. “Come in!” he called.
Maccus entered, holding a… ball of fur?
“What on earth?” Davy asked.
“Turner- the lad- found it in the cleaning supplies. It’s a rabbit.”
Davy blinked and looked down at it. “How did a rabbit get in the cleaning supplies?” he asked. This was a new one. He’d never had rabbits aboard before. And with good reason. He was allergic to rabbit fur.
Maccus looked just as confused. “The lad said there were more down there.”
Davy’s eyes widened. “More rabbits,” he said. He sighed and closed his eyes. “No, this is not something I want to deal with. Maccus, get a few of the crew to… do something about it.”
Maccus looked down at the rabbit, which was starting to kick and squirm. “What should we do?” he asked.
Davy stared at him. “How did you catch that one?” he asked. “Do the same with the others. And keep them in a crate. I don’t care. I just don’t want rabbits on my ship!”
“The mortal caught it,” Maccus said, still staring helplessly at the rabbit. He had no clue how to deal with rabbits.
“Then have him tell you how you did it!” Davy snarled. “Now get to work!”
Maccus fled, taking the rabbit with him.
Davy watched him go. He snorted and turned to his organ. “Rabbits. How the hell did rabbits get on board?” He sneezed twice, and hoped Maccus didn’t hear. He wasn’t going to go out there until all the rabbits were gone.
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Will looked up as the first mate stopped in front of him. Will was fairly certain the man’s name was Maccus. “How did you catch this?” the man asked, holding out the rabbit.
Will looked down at it. “I… picked it up,” he said. “It was sitting in the bucket.”
“Good,” the first mate said. “And you’re going to help me get the rest of them.”
Will sighed and closed his eyes, but nodded. It wasn’t like he had a choice.
Will headed back down below, grabbing a lantern as he did so. It was unlit, so he stopped to light it. It was then that he became aware that the first mate and his father were following him.
He looked at them. Bill shrugged and smiled at him. “I just want to see what all the fuss is about.”
“So do I,” Will muttered. “It’s just rabbits.”
“That we have no idea how they got on the ship,” Maccus said. “Or even survived for as long as they did.”
“Unless they’re from the shipwreck last night,” Bill said.
Will shrugged. “I didn’t see any when I was over there,” he offered.
“Odd,” Maccus said.
Will snorted quietly. As if anything was truly weird on the Flying Dutchman. The ship and crew seemed to be created out of weird and unearthly things. Rabbits just didn’t seem to qualify, not to Will.
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This was not how he had expected the day to go.
He’d expected another day of backbreaking work; instead, he’d had to catch rabbits. Which was hard in its own way, mostly because they’d had to make sure that there were no more. Though, he’d left the full search to the Dutchman’s crew, since they knew the ship much better then he did. But when one was found, the crewmen arranged for him to be the one to catch it.
Captain Jones hadn’t been seen outside his cabin all day; though Will thought he’d heard the Captain sneeze, when Will had passed by the door carrying one of the furry little invaders.
Will stared at the crate the rabbits had been placed in. There were ten in total, the seven from stores, two in the crew quarters and one that Clanker had found in the brig. No one was sure how it had gotten in there, since the door to the brig had been securely closed and it was a large rabbit, too big to have fit through the bars. Will had given his father a long look and reminded him that the crew of the Dutchman could travel through solid objects.
Bootstrap had retorted with the fact that the rabbits were not crew.
Now, most of the crew and Will were staring at the rabbit crate. “Now what do we do with them?” Bootstrap asked.
Other crewmen shrugged.
Will smiled slowly. “Does the Dutchman have a galley?”
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Here’s the original drabble. As you can see, it’s somewhat similar to the first few paragraphs.
~~~~~~~~~
It was Will Turner who found them first. The boy had been sent down to get cleaning supplies. He came back up with the mop and bucket, but he also carried something else. “What’s that Will?” Bootstrap asked.
Will turned a confused glance at his father. “A rabbit,” he said. “I found it in the bucket. And there’s about half a dozen more down there.”
“A… rabbit?”
Will nodded. He set the bucket and mop down, and then handed the rabbit to his father.
By this time, the rest of the crew on deck had noticed the rabbit.
“Why is there a bunch of rabbits on the Dutchman?” Will asked.
Bootstrap definitely understood his confusion. He juggled the rabbit for a second until he had a good grip on it; then turned to Maccus. “Ah… I think we might have a problem.”
Maccus looked at the rabbit in his hands. “I’ll go tell the Captain,” he said, resigned. “Back to work.”
He took the rabbit, and the crew could hear him muttering about rabbits and how on earth… as he walked away.
“I wasn’t sure if that was normal or not,” Will whispered to Bootstrap.
“No, rabbits are not normal.”
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Oh yes- Happy New Year everyone!