TnB Challenge: Pirate Christmas Story (6/24)
Title: Pirate Christmas Story (6/24)
Author: Aranel Took
Characters: Hal Jordan/Kyle Rayner
Challenge: there_n_back Advent Calendar Challenge - Day 6
Prompts: bottle, wharf, violin, moon, monkey, fork
Rating: PG
Words: 600
Summary: Elseworld. Pirate!verse! Christmas in Tortuga.
Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five
“Jordan.” The man walked toward them, a sneer on his face. “I thought I saw my ship in the harbor.”
Kyle looked at Hal in shock. His ship? But Hal didn’t seem to be at all surprised at the man’s statement. He calmly picked up the wine bottle to refill his glass, then sat back and smiled pleasantly at the newcomer. “Amon Sur. I can’t say it’s a pleasure to see you again.” He took a sip of his wine. “Still unwilling to admit your father chose the best man to captain The Emerald Dawn?”
“Gentlemen,” George said, stepping between the two man. “Conflict is not good for digestion. Come, Captain Sur. I have a table for you.”
Sur ignored him, glancing first at Kyle before glaring at Hal. “I heard you had yourself a boy whore, parading him around as if he was your wife.” He curled his lip and and fixed Kyle with a hard gaze. “Does he come with the ship? He’s pretty enough to be a wench. I’m sure my crew could find a use for him-”
Sur reached out to touch Kyle’s face. In an instant Hal was on his feet, so fast he knocked his chair over. He drove one fist down at the hand touching Kyle, while the other fist hit Amon Sur’s face, sending Sur’s hat flying. Something clattered to the floor, the violin’s music screeched to a halt, and the entire room fell silent as Sur stumbled back into George, his hand clapped to his face. The monkey screamed and leapt from its master’s shoulder, scampering under a nearby table.
Sur pulled his hand away from his face. His fingers and cheek were covered in blood from a half-moon shaped split over his cheekbone. The back of his other hand was also covered in blood. Kyle remembered the metallic clatter and glanced at the floor. Hal’s bent fork lay just under the tablecloth, the tines spotted with blood.
“I’ll kill you!” Sur reached for his sword but he was grabbed in a neck hold by George before he could draw it.
“There will be no swords drawn in my establishment!” George bellowed. “That means you, too, Jordan!”
Kyle realized Hal had drawn his sword as well. The captain hesitated for only a moment before putting it away. “You will never have my ship,” Hal growled. He pointed at Kyle. “And if you ever touch him again, I will kill you.”
“There won’t be any killing in my restaurant,” George said. “You can take it outside.” He gave Sur a shove towards the door. “Out with you. And don’t come back.”
Sur turned on him, hand raised. “Don’t touch me, you-”
The scrape of many swords being drawn filled the room as the other men all stood up. Sur bent and picked up his hat. The monkey came out of its hiding place and scrambled up its master’s arm. He sneered at the crowd, then stomped out of the restaurant.
Hal nodded towards the men who had stood up for him, then to George. “I’m sorry for the trouble, George.”
“He’s a bad one, that one is. I only let him in out of respect for his father, God rest his soul. You best be watching yourself, Captain. I don’t want to lose my favorite customer.” George winked and went back to the kitchen.
Kyle looked out at the wharf, scanning the crowd for Sur. “Will he cause trouble?”
Hal shook his head. “Not here. He knows I have support on Tortuga. If he tries anything, it will be at sea.”
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Author: Aranel Took
Characters: Hal Jordan/Kyle Rayner
Challenge: there_n_back Advent Calendar Challenge - Day 6
Prompts: bottle, wharf, violin, moon, monkey, fork
Rating: PG
Words: 600
Summary: Elseworld. Pirate!verse! Christmas in Tortuga.
Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five
“Jordan.” The man walked toward them, a sneer on his face. “I thought I saw my ship in the harbor.”
Kyle looked at Hal in shock. His ship? But Hal didn’t seem to be at all surprised at the man’s statement. He calmly picked up the wine bottle to refill his glass, then sat back and smiled pleasantly at the newcomer. “Amon Sur. I can’t say it’s a pleasure to see you again.” He took a sip of his wine. “Still unwilling to admit your father chose the best man to captain The Emerald Dawn?”
“Gentlemen,” George said, stepping between the two man. “Conflict is not good for digestion. Come, Captain Sur. I have a table for you.”
Sur ignored him, glancing first at Kyle before glaring at Hal. “I heard you had yourself a boy whore, parading him around as if he was your wife.” He curled his lip and and fixed Kyle with a hard gaze. “Does he come with the ship? He’s pretty enough to be a wench. I’m sure my crew could find a use for him-”
Sur reached out to touch Kyle’s face. In an instant Hal was on his feet, so fast he knocked his chair over. He drove one fist down at the hand touching Kyle, while the other fist hit Amon Sur’s face, sending Sur’s hat flying. Something clattered to the floor, the violin’s music screeched to a halt, and the entire room fell silent as Sur stumbled back into George, his hand clapped to his face. The monkey screamed and leapt from its master’s shoulder, scampering under a nearby table.
Sur pulled his hand away from his face. His fingers and cheek were covered in blood from a half-moon shaped split over his cheekbone. The back of his other hand was also covered in blood. Kyle remembered the metallic clatter and glanced at the floor. Hal’s bent fork lay just under the tablecloth, the tines spotted with blood.
“I’ll kill you!” Sur reached for his sword but he was grabbed in a neck hold by George before he could draw it.
“There will be no swords drawn in my establishment!” George bellowed. “That means you, too, Jordan!”
Kyle realized Hal had drawn his sword as well. The captain hesitated for only a moment before putting it away. “You will never have my ship,” Hal growled. He pointed at Kyle. “And if you ever touch him again, I will kill you.”
“There won’t be any killing in my restaurant,” George said. “You can take it outside.” He gave Sur a shove towards the door. “Out with you. And don’t come back.”
Sur turned on him, hand raised. “Don’t touch me, you-”
The scrape of many swords being drawn filled the room as the other men all stood up. Sur bent and picked up his hat. The monkey came out of its hiding place and scrambled up its master’s arm. He sneered at the crowd, then stomped out of the restaurant.
Hal nodded towards the men who had stood up for him, then to George. “I’m sorry for the trouble, George.”
“He’s a bad one, that one is. I only let him in out of respect for his father, God rest his soul. You best be watching yourself, Captain. I don’t want to lose my favorite customer.” George winked and went back to the kitchen.
Kyle looked out at the wharf, scanning the crowd for Sur. “Will he cause trouble?”
Hal shook his head. “Not here. He knows I have support on Tortuga. If he tries anything, it will be at sea.”
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