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May. 1st, 2007 07:46 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dwgmDear jenthegypsy reminded us that May 2nd is hendercats' natal day!!! Wheeeeee!!!!!!!
Happy Birthday hendercats!!!!!!
May your day be one of pure delight, and your year bring unadulterated happiness!!!!!!!
And with that sentiment in mind, I present Birthday Fic -- The 'World's End' end many of us are hoping for!!!
~ Denouement ~
She’d lit our way through the storm, the fire of her spirit and courage warming us like the rays of the Caribbean sun, but that was past. Her Will was gone, gone with the Dutchman, gone along with so many others, and though she was surrounded by the Pearl’s crew, Miss Elizabeth stood alone, bedraggled and battle-weary, and bleak with grief.
“It would never have worked between us,” she replied to Jack’s query, not really meeting his eye.
Jack wore that cat-in-cream smirk of his, but there was an odd, soft expression in his eyes. “Keep tellin’ yourself that, darlin’.”
She focused, and tried to smile. “You told me that.”
Jack rolled his eyes some. “Aye, but you know how I am with the truth.” He’d been leaning on the rail, but now he straightened, taking up his compass. “Look here.” He flipped up the lid and showed her.
She stared, her brow furrowed. Glanced up, but he silenced her with a lifted finger. He began to move around her, paying no mind to the muted chuckling of the crew at this odd performance. The lass turned as he did, watching the compass work, seeming more and more surprised, until Jack was back at the start and she frowned up at him, a spot of color blooming in her cheeks. “How long has that been happening?”
He snapped the lid shut. “Too long!” He glared at her.
She stiffened a bit at his tone, and flushed more. “How long? Is that why you gave it to me before?”
Jack hesitated, but finally growled, “Yes! So you see, Miss Swann – or Mrs. Turner, rather – we need to have a bit of a parlay, you and I. We’ve things to discuss. Points to raise. Conclusions to reach. You owe me that.”
There was a light returned to her eyes, but it was hard to tell if it would warm or burn. “Is that right?”
“That’s right. Now, if you’ll step into my cabin—“
“Where you still have ‘no dress’, I suppose?”
That took the wind out of Jack’s sails, and he almost smiled again. “No dress. No. However, even that is open to negotiation.” And then he picked up her hand, like he meant to kiss it, though he ended by just giving it a squeeze. “Will you come with me, love?”
That squeeze, and the “love”, did the trick, it seemed. There was a tremor in her voice as she replied, “Very well.”
She glanced about, lips fighting a smile of her own at the interested faces all around her, but Jack grinned outright, suddenly merry as a grig. “Mr. Gibbs!” he says to me. “What the devil are we waiting for? Set sail at once, tout suite, savvy?”
“Aye, Captain!” I said, and as the two made their way aft to his cabin, I called out to the crew, “You heard ‘im! We've fair weather, and a new day. Let’s lay on sail and head for home!”
And I had to grin meself at the shout that went up. A fine new day, indeed!
~.~
Many thanks tohereswith for editing and suggestions. Submitting this for the ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
potc_dogwatch prompt #29, too, A Change in the Weather.
jenthegypsy reminded us that May 2nd is hendercats' natal day!!! Wheeeeee!!!!!!!hendercats!!!!!!May your day be one of pure delight, and your year bring unadulterated happiness!!!!!!!
And with that sentiment in mind, I present Birthday Fic -- The 'World's End' end many of us are hoping for!!!
~ Denouement ~
She’d lit our way through the storm, the fire of her spirit and courage warming us like the rays of the Caribbean sun, but that was past. Her Will was gone, gone with the Dutchman, gone along with so many others, and though she was surrounded by the Pearl’s crew, Miss Elizabeth stood alone, bedraggled and battle-weary, and bleak with grief.
“It would never have worked between us,” she replied to Jack’s query, not really meeting his eye.
Jack wore that cat-in-cream smirk of his, but there was an odd, soft expression in his eyes. “Keep tellin’ yourself that, darlin’.”
She focused, and tried to smile. “You told me that.”
Jack rolled his eyes some. “Aye, but you know how I am with the truth.” He’d been leaning on the rail, but now he straightened, taking up his compass. “Look here.” He flipped up the lid and showed her.
She stared, her brow furrowed. Glanced up, but he silenced her with a lifted finger. He began to move around her, paying no mind to the muted chuckling of the crew at this odd performance. The lass turned as he did, watching the compass work, seeming more and more surprised, until Jack was back at the start and she frowned up at him, a spot of color blooming in her cheeks. “How long has that been happening?”
He snapped the lid shut. “Too long!” He glared at her.
She stiffened a bit at his tone, and flushed more. “How long? Is that why you gave it to me before?”
Jack hesitated, but finally growled, “Yes! So you see, Miss Swann – or Mrs. Turner, rather – we need to have a bit of a parlay, you and I. We’ve things to discuss. Points to raise. Conclusions to reach. You owe me that.”
There was a light returned to her eyes, but it was hard to tell if it would warm or burn. “Is that right?”
“That’s right. Now, if you’ll step into my cabin—“
“Where you still have ‘no dress’, I suppose?”
That took the wind out of Jack’s sails, and he almost smiled again. “No dress. No. However, even that is open to negotiation.” And then he picked up her hand, like he meant to kiss it, though he ended by just giving it a squeeze. “Will you come with me, love?”
That squeeze, and the “love”, did the trick, it seemed. There was a tremor in her voice as she replied, “Very well.”
She glanced about, lips fighting a smile of her own at the interested faces all around her, but Jack grinned outright, suddenly merry as a grig. “Mr. Gibbs!” he says to me. “What the devil are we waiting for? Set sail at once, tout suite, savvy?”
“Aye, Captain!” I said, and as the two made their way aft to his cabin, I called out to the crew, “You heard ‘im! We've fair weather, and a new day. Let’s lay on sail and head for home!”
And I had to grin meself at the shout that went up. A fine new day, indeed!
~.~
Many thanks to
hereswith for editing and suggestions. Submitting this for the potc_dogwatch prompt #29, too, A Change in the Weather.![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
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Date: 2007-05-02 04:41 am (UTC)I have to confess I have a drabble that echoes that compass moment. :-) Wrote it before I read this, though.
She focused, and tried to smile. “You told me that.”
Jack rolled his eyes some. “Aye, but you know how I am with the truth.”
I can see her saying that to Jack, and him replying in kind, in the movie. *dreams*
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Date: 2007-05-02 04:47 am (UTC)I enjoyed that very much. Loved Jack showing her the compass.
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Date: 2007-05-02 04:48 am (UTC)Maybe you are a Seer as well, and this is how AWE will end.
It is still Beltane after all, at least where we are.
Felaine
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Date: 2007-05-02 04:57 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-05-02 04:59 am (UTC)Very happy you enjoyed the moment!
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Date: 2007-05-02 05:02 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-05-02 05:07 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-05-02 05:14 am (UTC)Glad you enjoyed it!
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Date: 2007-05-02 05:28 am (UTC)Anyway, I love this, and can only dream that this would happen in the movie...
I really liked this part: She stared, her brow furrowed. Glanced up, but he silenced her with a lifted finger. He began to move around her, paying no mind to the muted chuckling of the crew at this odd performance. The lass turned as he did, watching the compass work, seeming more and more surprised, until Jack was back at the start and she frowned up at him, a spot of color blooming in her cheeks. “How long has that been happening?”
For some reason, I picture him doing a "silly" walk around her-one like his island walk...
Thanks for the wonderful read! :)
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Date: 2007-05-02 05:38 am (UTC)Me too! And the dialog was supposed to be funnier -- I'd thought of a couple of really good lines when I was showering this morning (my muse lives in the shower) but I lost them before I could get them written. Oh, well.
Very happy you enjoyed this! And
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Date: 2007-05-02 05:46 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-05-02 05:51 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-05-02 06:16 am (UTC)I hate it when that happens! It's happened to me many times...
And
Yes, she is wonderful!
P.S.-I really appreciate the J/E fic list that you and
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Date: 2007-05-02 06:24 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-05-02 06:32 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-05-02 08:05 am (UTC)As always, your Jack is utter perfection, and thankfully not the buffoon we saw in DMC. Oh, how I long for a return to the Jack of olde!
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Date: 2007-05-02 09:11 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-05-02 09:40 am (UTC)Jack rolled his eyes some. “Aye, but you know how I am with the truth.” He’d been leaning on the rail, but now he straightened, taking up his compass. “Look here.” He flipped up the lid and showed her. -- I can see him doing that.
Great fic. I love their banter, and Gibbs's POV is simply perfect for recounting how they resolved the compass problem. ;)
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Date: 2007-05-02 10:29 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-05-02 10:51 am (UTC)I think this line's beautiful!
All in all wonderfully written, luv! Enjoyed it very much!
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Date: 2007-05-02 11:56 am (UTC)But I like your story. Yay for Gibbs pov, and yay for Jack exposing his compass.
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Date: 2007-05-02 12:58 pm (UTC)“That’s right. Now, if you’ll step into my cabin—“
“Where you still have ‘no dress’, I suppose?”
Best comeback ever.
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Date: 2007-05-02 01:33 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-05-02 02:05 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-05-02 02:07 pm (UTC)