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dwgmA double drabble for the 'Flag' theme...
~ Different Colors ~
In all these months there'd only been the one rumor: Jack had lost the Pearl to Barbossa. Again.
It'd put Teague in a vile temper for a day or two, but after that he'd been able to shrug it off. He'd lived too long, seen too much to worry, and Jackie was nigh on forty years old, for pity's sake.
But all that vexation returned with a rush one bright morning, some eight months after the Battle.
Elizabeth joined him on the balcony. "What is it?" she asked, concern in her voice. No doubt she'd noted his scowl.
"The Pearl's coming through the Devil's Throat." Teague ground his teeth. If that was Barbossa…
"Let me see!" Elizabeth grabbed the glass from his hand.
Teague bridled and turned to snap at her, but the expression on her face as she set it to her eye stopped him. She was wound tight as he was himself. But then she gave a little gasp, and a grin broke out, wide and beautiful, as she turned to him.
"It's Jack!"
Teague gaped for half a second, then demanded, "How d'ye know?"
She laughed, delighted, and handed him the glass. "The flag. It's his own."
~.~
~ Different Colors ~
In all these months there'd only been the one rumor: Jack had lost the Pearl to Barbossa. Again.
It'd put Teague in a vile temper for a day or two, but after that he'd been able to shrug it off. He'd lived too long, seen too much to worry, and Jackie was nigh on forty years old, for pity's sake.
But all that vexation returned with a rush one bright morning, some eight months after the Battle.
Elizabeth joined him on the balcony. "What is it?" she asked, concern in her voice. No doubt she'd noted his scowl.
"The Pearl's coming through the Devil's Throat." Teague ground his teeth. If that was Barbossa…
"Let me see!" Elizabeth grabbed the glass from his hand.
Teague bridled and turned to snap at her, but the expression on her face as she set it to her eye stopped him. She was wound tight as he was himself. But then she gave a little gasp, and a grin broke out, wide and beautiful, as she turned to him.
"It's Jack!"
Teague gaped for half a second, then demanded, "How d'ye know?"
She laughed, delighted, and handed him the glass. "The flag. It's his own."
~.~
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Date: 2008-06-02 01:57 pm (UTC)