Drabbles: 'Name Your Terms'
Oct. 21st, 2007 09:03 pm~ Name Your Terms ~
Jack - CotBP
"Name your terms, Mr. Turner."
Elizabeth goes free! and The crew are not to be harmed. Bloody hell. Did the whelp have no imagination at all?
And he'd completely ignored Jack's subtle pantomime. Had he not seen, or was this the same malice that had inspired that oar-to-the-head trick?
An internal whisper (doubtless a lingering effect of that same oar-to-the-head trick) suggested that it was just possible the situation would have benefited from a more liberal exchange of information on Jack's part.
Possible. But not probable.
Difficult not to succumb to self-doubt, however, when one's spine shivered at Barbossa's Agreed!
Elizabeth - DMC
"As I said: persuade me."
At sword's point? Or by… other means. Elizabeth 's objections caught in her throat at the wicked look Jack was giving her, suggestive of precisely what other means might prove efficacious. Unable to speak, she lifted her chin and stomped away, retreating down the deck to cool her cheeks out of range of his knowing gaze.
Those other means chased after her, though, dancing through her, outrageous, sly, and teasing as Jack himself. A giggle welled up, and though she did not permit herself such an indignity, she could not help but smile.
Bloody pirate!
Will - Post-AWE
"I won't let you do it!"
"You've your family to think about, Will. You've done your ten years. They'll be waiting for you."
Will said bitterly, "It won't be ten years for you. Mother's gone."
"She is, bless her soul. She was a good woman. I've no regrets: she gave me you. But she wasn't my first love, nor my last. It's all arranged – and this one's always had my heart."
Will stiffened. "Arranged? Did Jack have something to do with this?"
Bootstrap just smiled. "Jack put a word in, aye. He's had Calypso's ear for a good long time."
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Date: 2007-10-22 05:59 pm (UTC)