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dwgmAnother 400 words of An Execrable Business, with thanks to ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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1. Tortuga
2. Happiness
3. Festive
~ An Execrable Business, continued...
Jack was right about Martha Whitby. In fact, having gone out to the small back garden for a bit of air, Martha was most happy to see the visitors come through the gate, well lit by moonlight.
“Captain Jack Sparrow, as I live and breathe!” she exclaimed, and smiled to see the smug grin of satisfaction. Jack had taken command of the Black Pearl two years back, when John Tobias had passed, God rest his soul, and was very young to be the captain of a pirate ship, with such a sweet face under his flash accoutrements that folk were apt to forget his well-deserved title. Well-deserved it was, though. Even Robert said Jack was a pirate’s pirate, canny, courageous, and full of the devil. And a lady’s man, too!
“Martha, my love!” he said in that voice that told you he truly meant it, at least at that moment. “Do I detect a certain glow about you?”
Martha chuckled. “Aye, and a certain thickening of the waist, too, you rogue, though I didn’t think it was quite that noticeable just yet.”
“Only to one who’s very familiar with your assets.”
Martha pursed her lips. “For shame, Jack! What a thing to say, and me in a delicate condition. I’ve never played Robert false, not even with you.”
“A thousand pardons,” he said and, putting his hands together, he bowed contritely. “Robert is the most fortunate of men.”
“Get on with you! Not that it isn’t true, think on. But who’s this lad? A squeaker off the Pearl?” She eyed Jack’s young companion with sudden interest. A very pretty lad – pretty as Jack, which was saying something. If she hadn’t known Jack was a lady’s man…
“No. Acquaintance of mine is all, in need of a wash before partaking of one of your fabulous meals, if you’d be so kind.”
“Of course! Lord, it’ll be grand as a holiday, having you to supper again. When I think of some of those evenings, when Tobias was still alive!”
A shadow touched Jack's mobile countenance, but he smiled, too. “Nothing to beat ‘em,” he agreed.
“Ah. You miss him that much,” Martha said, deeply sympathetic. “Well, well. We were privileged to know him and that’s the truth. But come! You just wait here and I’ll go fetch a cloth and towel for this youngster.” And Martha took herself off to the pantry.
TBC…
hereswith for looking it over.1. Tortuga
2. Happiness
3. Festive
~ An Execrable Business, continued...
Jack was right about Martha Whitby. In fact, having gone out to the small back garden for a bit of air, Martha was most happy to see the visitors come through the gate, well lit by moonlight.
“Captain Jack Sparrow, as I live and breathe!” she exclaimed, and smiled to see the smug grin of satisfaction. Jack had taken command of the Black Pearl two years back, when John Tobias had passed, God rest his soul, and was very young to be the captain of a pirate ship, with such a sweet face under his flash accoutrements that folk were apt to forget his well-deserved title. Well-deserved it was, though. Even Robert said Jack was a pirate’s pirate, canny, courageous, and full of the devil. And a lady’s man, too!
“Martha, my love!” he said in that voice that told you he truly meant it, at least at that moment. “Do I detect a certain glow about you?”
Martha chuckled. “Aye, and a certain thickening of the waist, too, you rogue, though I didn’t think it was quite that noticeable just yet.”
“Only to one who’s very familiar with your assets.”
Martha pursed her lips. “For shame, Jack! What a thing to say, and me in a delicate condition. I’ve never played Robert false, not even with you.”
“A thousand pardons,” he said and, putting his hands together, he bowed contritely. “Robert is the most fortunate of men.”
“Get on with you! Not that it isn’t true, think on. But who’s this lad? A squeaker off the Pearl?” She eyed Jack’s young companion with sudden interest. A very pretty lad – pretty as Jack, which was saying something. If she hadn’t known Jack was a lady’s man…
“No. Acquaintance of mine is all, in need of a wash before partaking of one of your fabulous meals, if you’d be so kind.”
“Of course! Lord, it’ll be grand as a holiday, having you to supper again. When I think of some of those evenings, when Tobias was still alive!”
A shadow touched Jack's mobile countenance, but he smiled, too. “Nothing to beat ‘em,” he agreed.
“Ah. You miss him that much,” Martha said, deeply sympathetic. “Well, well. We were privileged to know him and that’s the truth. But come! You just wait here and I’ll go fetch a cloth and towel for this youngster.” And Martha took herself off to the pantry.
TBC…