Using up some of those drabble prompts I neglected these past months. Here are another 300 words of An Execrable Business, unbetaed this time, but hopefully OK.
1. Tortuga
2. Happiness
~ An Execrable Business, continued...
She was sufficiently grubby for a street urchin, but the pretty, kittenish face was dead pale under the soot, save for a spot of chagrinned color, and the wide eyes held a look Jack recognized. “S'pose you’re hungry.”
A beat of surprise. Then, “Yes.”
“Don’t try to run.” He let her go, and watched as she straightened and, eyes downcast, rubbed her sore wrists. She bit her lip again. He said quickly, “We’ll go to Whitby House for some victuals and chat. Come along.”
She trudged beside him obediently enough, slogging along in silence through the raucous, muddy streets, his hand on her shoulder or tug at her coat sleeve all that was needed to direct her and remind her who was in charge. It wasn't long before they left the waterfront behind and entered the better part of the town, where the streets were less muddy and the inn lay, trim and welcoming.
At the sight of it, she halted in her tracks. "I can't go in like this."
Jack saw her point. Whitby House was the newest and best hostelry in Tortuga, built by Robert Whitby for his bride Martha, using his prize money from the lucky sack of a Spanish treasure ship. Robert was a less than exemplary husband in some respects, being a sailor and a pirate, and ill-tempered besides. But the construction of Whitby House had done much to reconcile young Martha, scion of innkeepers, to her lot, and she was exceedingly happy and proficient in its management. Jack had to admit that the present condition of his companion was a painful contrast to the inn's neat, white-washed façade, green painted door, and shining tile roof. "Come round the back. We'll clean you up a bit. I happen to know the proprietress. She won't mind."
TBC…
1. Tortuga
2. Happiness
~ An Execrable Business, continued...
She was sufficiently grubby for a street urchin, but the pretty, kittenish face was dead pale under the soot, save for a spot of chagrinned color, and the wide eyes held a look Jack recognized. “S'pose you’re hungry.”
A beat of surprise. Then, “Yes.”
“Don’t try to run.” He let her go, and watched as she straightened and, eyes downcast, rubbed her sore wrists. She bit her lip again. He said quickly, “We’ll go to Whitby House for some victuals and chat. Come along.”
She trudged beside him obediently enough, slogging along in silence through the raucous, muddy streets, his hand on her shoulder or tug at her coat sleeve all that was needed to direct her and remind her who was in charge. It wasn't long before they left the waterfront behind and entered the better part of the town, where the streets were less muddy and the inn lay, trim and welcoming.
At the sight of it, she halted in her tracks. "I can't go in like this."
Jack saw her point. Whitby House was the newest and best hostelry in Tortuga, built by Robert Whitby for his bride Martha, using his prize money from the lucky sack of a Spanish treasure ship. Robert was a less than exemplary husband in some respects, being a sailor and a pirate, and ill-tempered besides. But the construction of Whitby House had done much to reconcile young Martha, scion of innkeepers, to her lot, and she was exceedingly happy and proficient in its management. Jack had to admit that the present condition of his companion was a painful contrast to the inn's neat, white-washed façade, green painted door, and shining tile roof. "Come round the back. We'll clean you up a bit. I happen to know the proprietress. She won't mind."
TBC…
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Date: 2009-01-11 09:03 pm (UTC)"TBC" are perhaps my three favourite letters to see from you, by the by :B
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Date: 2009-01-11 09:11 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-01-11 09:12 pm (UTC)There will be some observations about Jack's appearance in the next bit. So glad you liked this -- and I adore that icon of yours!!
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Date: 2009-01-11 09:29 pm (UTC)It's also quite interesting that he knows the straight route to the "better" parts of town, not an exploratory path, to be sure.
Jack in his home turf! Good stuff.
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Date: 2009-01-11 09:34 pm (UTC)Very glad you're enjoying! Thank you for commenting.
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Date: 2009-01-11 11:02 pm (UTC)Robert was a less than exemplary husband in some respects, being a sailor and a pirate, and ill-tempered besides.
...being a sailor and a pirate... hee!
I happen to find Jack irresistable when he's giving orders, even such orders as "Don't try to run." Makes me all squishy inside, in the very nicest of ways. *g*
Good story.
*settles in for the duration*
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Date: 2009-01-11 11:06 pm (UTC)I'm so glad you're enjoying it. I'm going to try to post often and use up all those old drabble prompts, so hopefully it'll go quickly. Thank you for commenting!
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Date: 2009-01-11 11:06 pm (UTC)Wonderful! I can't wait to read more! :)
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Date: 2009-01-11 11:09 pm (UTC)I'm so glad you're enjoying!
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Date: 2009-01-11 11:55 pm (UTC)Can't wait to read more of this, and to hear that pending conversation. Wonderful work and intriguing as always ♥
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Date: 2009-01-12 12:09 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-01-12 02:24 am (UTC)Oh, sweet, he's just bossy wonderful sometimes--She must be a desperate little bit business, still offering up a minor bossiness of her own. And what or whose look does he recognize?
More please, love the description of her "kittenish" face, becos any one with kits with tell you, even the smallest still posesses claws. I'm cruising with this one thanks!
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Date: 2009-01-12 02:31 am (UTC)He's been hungry a time or two himself, so he recognized that look.
Time will tell if she's a clawed kitten or not. *g*
So glad to know you're enjoying it!
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Date: 2009-01-12 04:56 am (UTC)I love Jack's concern for her well being - exemplified by "“S'pose you’re hungry.”" I think it shows a different side of him, especially when it comes to women.
"I happen to know the proprietress. She won't mind." - How he knows her is a mystery, but I'm presuming the circumstances are highly dishonorable ;)
Wonderful drabble!
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Date: 2009-01-12 06:23 am (UTC)Quite possibly. ;-)
I'm so glad to hear you're enjoying it!
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Date: 2009-01-14 07:54 pm (UTC)the inn lay, trim and welcoming I just like that description.
Robert was a less than exemplary husband in some respects, being a sailor and a pirate, and ill-tempered besides. LOL! Love this!
And of course Jack knows the proprietress. *g*
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Date: 2009-01-15 02:50 am (UTC)*big hugs*