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dwgm450 words this time, using the 'Monsters' theme. This one is unbetaed, and probably PG-13 for references to catamites.
1. Tortuga
2. Happiness
3. Festive
4. Last Minute
5. Calm
6. Truth
7. Bargain
8. Spook
9. Down
10. Wounds
11. Moon
12. Monsters
~ An Execrable Business, continued...
"Nell! Nell, wake up! There's someone coming."
Nell groaned softly as morning air rushed to chill her where the body of her erstwhile companion had been spooned against her. Her head felt oddly fuzzy, and she rolled onto her back, her eyes blinking in the pale dawn.
Then, she remembered.
She struggled to sit up. Jack Sparrow was swiftly donning his coat, and saw her, but before he could say anything there were footsteps, the door to their room opened, and a woman – the housekeeper? – shrieked!
Nell yelped, too, and scrambled up and out of the bed as the woman retreated, then returned within moments, wielding a broom.
"Insolent devil—Jack Sparrow!" The woman gaped at Jack, recognition rapidly giving away to fury.
"I can explain—" said Jack, tossing his baldrick over his head.
"Explain? Explain how you've brought your catamite to Miss Sarah's house and used my bed for the tupping of 'im? I'll explain you!"
As the woman proceeded to lay about Jack's head and shoulders with the broom, Nell grabbed her coat and shoes and beat a hasty retreat into the kitchen. Her foot seemed less sore, fortunately. She put on her shoes and coat, prodded by the din behind her.
Then Jack rushed out, pulled the door shut, turned to Nell and said, "Run! Front door!"
They ran. Or Jack ran. Nell hobbled quickly, though not quick enough. The housekeeper exploded into the hall behind them, and Nell looked back to catch a hair-raising glimpse before Jack grabbed her hand and pulled her around before him.
"Move!"
They reached the front door with their Nemesis on their heels, and the woman gave Jack one last bash over the head as he struggled with the bolt. "Just wait until Miss Sarah hears of this, you reprobate!"
"Ow! Bloody hell, it's not what you think!"
The door opened and Nell got out, but stopped on the brick walk to watch Jack's brief struggle to wrest away the offending broom. He managed it at last, and raised it threateningly for a moment, and the woman backed away with another shriek of outrage. But he didn't hit her, he came outside and threw the broom like an unwieldy javelin. As it landed in the street, he turned to the housekeeper and yelled, "So there!"
The door slammed shut.
He did not seem much damaged. He straightened himself, adjusted his hat, brushed at his coat sleeves, then faced Nell, his expression quite composed, though his eyes still smouldered. "You ready for some breakfast?" he asked her.
"Yes. Oh, yes!" She managed to contain her laugher, though her voice quivered with it.
But he grinned crookedly. "Let's go then, shall we?"
TBC…
1. Tortuga
2. Happiness
3. Festive
4. Last Minute
5. Calm
6. Truth
7. Bargain
8. Spook
9. Down
10. Wounds
11. Moon
12. Monsters
~ An Execrable Business, continued...
"Nell! Nell, wake up! There's someone coming."
Nell groaned softly as morning air rushed to chill her where the body of her erstwhile companion had been spooned against her. Her head felt oddly fuzzy, and she rolled onto her back, her eyes blinking in the pale dawn.
Then, she remembered.
She struggled to sit up. Jack Sparrow was swiftly donning his coat, and saw her, but before he could say anything there were footsteps, the door to their room opened, and a woman – the housekeeper? – shrieked!
Nell yelped, too, and scrambled up and out of the bed as the woman retreated, then returned within moments, wielding a broom.
"Insolent devil—Jack Sparrow!" The woman gaped at Jack, recognition rapidly giving away to fury.
"I can explain—" said Jack, tossing his baldrick over his head.
"Explain? Explain how you've brought your catamite to Miss Sarah's house and used my bed for the tupping of 'im? I'll explain you!"
As the woman proceeded to lay about Jack's head and shoulders with the broom, Nell grabbed her coat and shoes and beat a hasty retreat into the kitchen. Her foot seemed less sore, fortunately. She put on her shoes and coat, prodded by the din behind her.
Then Jack rushed out, pulled the door shut, turned to Nell and said, "Run! Front door!"
They ran. Or Jack ran. Nell hobbled quickly, though not quick enough. The housekeeper exploded into the hall behind them, and Nell looked back to catch a hair-raising glimpse before Jack grabbed her hand and pulled her around before him.
"Move!"
They reached the front door with their Nemesis on their heels, and the woman gave Jack one last bash over the head as he struggled with the bolt. "Just wait until Miss Sarah hears of this, you reprobate!"
"Ow! Bloody hell, it's not what you think!"
The door opened and Nell got out, but stopped on the brick walk to watch Jack's brief struggle to wrest away the offending broom. He managed it at last, and raised it threateningly for a moment, and the woman backed away with another shriek of outrage. But he didn't hit her, he came outside and threw the broom like an unwieldy javelin. As it landed in the street, he turned to the housekeeper and yelled, "So there!"
The door slammed shut.
He did not seem much damaged. He straightened himself, adjusted his hat, brushed at his coat sleeves, then faced Nell, his expression quite composed, though his eyes still smouldered. "You ready for some breakfast?" he asked her.
"Yes. Oh, yes!" She managed to contain her laugher, though her voice quivered with it.
But he grinned crookedly. "Let's go then, shall we?"
TBC…
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Date: 2009-01-21 03:13 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-01-21 03:16 pm (UTC)I've emailed your chapter to my work email address, in case they have LJ blocked again. So happy to see that on my flist this morning!!
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Date: 2009-01-21 04:13 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-01-21 08:47 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-01-21 04:26 pm (UTC)The epic battle against the Broom- that Jack adventure should be numbered among the classics!
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Date: 2009-01-21 08:49 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-01-21 04:59 pm (UTC)More please? ;)
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Date: 2009-01-21 08:50 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-01-21 05:34 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-01-21 08:51 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-01-21 08:16 pm (UTC)The Battle of the Broom was priceless.
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Date: 2009-01-21 08:53 pm (UTC)I must say, the broom battle was very easy to write -- I could totally see it.
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Date: 2009-01-21 11:22 pm (UTC)And Nell is apparently beginning to fall for Jack's charming personality ^^
This is getting better and better! I cannot wait to see what will happen next! :)
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Date: 2009-01-22 06:44 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-01-22 12:06 am (UTC)He's a good man to accept the brunt of the abuse and also quite noble to keep the secret of Nell's her-ness. So, are there still bad guys close by? I'm thinking it really is time to hit the road, er Pearl and skedaddle--Oh, goody, I love never ending stories--like a big package of chocolate creme Oreos--I'll just read one more! Thanks!
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Date: 2009-01-22 06:47 am (UTC)This is definitely like a big package of Oreos. Lots of fun coming up. I hope you'll continue to enjoy it! Thank you for commenting. :)
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Date: 2009-01-22 01:14 am (UTC)By the dreaded BROOM! LMAO! Oh dear Jack.
He straightened himself, adjusted his hat, brushed at his coat sleeves, then faced Nell, his expression quite composed, though his eyes still smouldered. "You ready for some breakfast?" he asked her.
All in a day's work, darlin'.
Wonderful stuff! I think Nell is beginning to see why we love him so much. Equal parts brave and blunder.
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Date: 2009-01-22 06:49 am (UTC)Too, true, he's so very entertaining!
Thank you so much for commenting -- I really appreciate it!
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Date: 2009-01-22 05:59 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-01-22 08:42 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-02-14 03:19 am (UTC)It would seem Nell has quite a few things to learn yet... don't take Jack's word being among the front runners.
How can any one man be so precious when he's being broomed? Too fun!
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Date: 2009-02-14 03:55 am (UTC)