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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: 2009-01-22 08:42 pm (UTC)