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dwgm500 words this time, vaguely referencing the 'Beauty' theme. Many thanks to ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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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
13. Beauty
~ An Execrable Business, continued...
It was very early, and the streets that had been so full of life under the bright old moon were nearly deserted as the young sun arose.
"I’ll take you to a little place I know down by the beach on the east side,” Jack said.
“Where the fishermen land their boats?” asked Nell.
“Aye. Not an area much frequented by pickpockets. But Claypool’s men’ll be watching the Black Pearl, if they’re anywhere at all at this devilish hour. I expect Martha told ‘em who I am—meaning no harm by it, you understand.”
Nell said, sadly, “I was sorry to be obliged to treat Mistress Whitby in such a fashion. She was very kind.”
“Aye,” Jack agreed. “I owe her for the dinner, and she wasn’t best pleased about the chair, either.”
“The chair? What chair?”
“The chair I threw across the room, to stop those fellows coming after you. Or delay them at least. I got the first, neat as anything, and the other fell over him.”
“Oh! How I wish I could have seen it!”
She was all genuine admiration and Jack couldn’t help being gratified. Her next words, however, were rather less satisfactory.
“That house we stayed in last night… didn’t you say the people who lived there were friends of yours?”
Jack winced. “Sally is. Miss Sarah. She’s a right one. I’ll explain the whole thing to her next time we meet, and she’ll listen—unlike that harridan that keeps house for her. I’m just glad the husband didn’t come in. Great, burley gent, he is, does the gardening and odd jobs, and drives Sally’s carriage for her.”
“Is Sally your lover?”
Jack nearly choked, and stopped to glare down at Nell. “What sort of question is that?”
She colored, but only a little. “Is she?”
“That’s none of your business, Miss Impertinence.” He started off again, faster. “If you had any delicacy of mind you’d never have asked such a thing.”
“If I had much delicacy of mind, I would have starved by now,” she replied. “But I’m sorry if I’ve offended you.”
It did seem absurd, and Jack wasn’t even sure why he’d taken offense. He glanced at her, a slight, grubby figure in baggy boy’s clothing, her hair clubbed and half hidden by a cap, limping along beside him. She didn't look like much, at first sight. But at second! And that face wasn't all. She’d taken off her coat to sleep last night, and though she was slender, there’d certainly been curves enough to tempt his hands when he’d laid down beside her – for warmth, he’d told her, though the brandy had already eased her qualms. But he’d nobly resisted temptation.
For she did have delicacy of mind. She'd come this far without selling her body, though she must know it was the quickest way for a woman to make money here. There were men who'd pay a fortune to bed her: young, beautiful, high-born. A maid untouched.
He would himself.
TBC…
hereswith for editing and suggestions.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
13. Beauty
~ An Execrable Business, continued...
It was very early, and the streets that had been so full of life under the bright old moon were nearly deserted as the young sun arose.
"I’ll take you to a little place I know down by the beach on the east side,” Jack said.
“Where the fishermen land their boats?” asked Nell.
“Aye. Not an area much frequented by pickpockets. But Claypool’s men’ll be watching the Black Pearl, if they’re anywhere at all at this devilish hour. I expect Martha told ‘em who I am—meaning no harm by it, you understand.”
Nell said, sadly, “I was sorry to be obliged to treat Mistress Whitby in such a fashion. She was very kind.”
“Aye,” Jack agreed. “I owe her for the dinner, and she wasn’t best pleased about the chair, either.”
“The chair? What chair?”
“The chair I threw across the room, to stop those fellows coming after you. Or delay them at least. I got the first, neat as anything, and the other fell over him.”
“Oh! How I wish I could have seen it!”
She was all genuine admiration and Jack couldn’t help being gratified. Her next words, however, were rather less satisfactory.
“That house we stayed in last night… didn’t you say the people who lived there were friends of yours?”
Jack winced. “Sally is. Miss Sarah. She’s a right one. I’ll explain the whole thing to her next time we meet, and she’ll listen—unlike that harridan that keeps house for her. I’m just glad the husband didn’t come in. Great, burley gent, he is, does the gardening and odd jobs, and drives Sally’s carriage for her.”
“Is Sally your lover?”
Jack nearly choked, and stopped to glare down at Nell. “What sort of question is that?”
She colored, but only a little. “Is she?”
“That’s none of your business, Miss Impertinence.” He started off again, faster. “If you had any delicacy of mind you’d never have asked such a thing.”
“If I had much delicacy of mind, I would have starved by now,” she replied. “But I’m sorry if I’ve offended you.”
It did seem absurd, and Jack wasn’t even sure why he’d taken offense. He glanced at her, a slight, grubby figure in baggy boy’s clothing, her hair clubbed and half hidden by a cap, limping along beside him. She didn't look like much, at first sight. But at second! And that face wasn't all. She’d taken off her coat to sleep last night, and though she was slender, there’d certainly been curves enough to tempt his hands when he’d laid down beside her – for warmth, he’d told her, though the brandy had already eased her qualms. But he’d nobly resisted temptation.
For she did have delicacy of mind. She'd come this far without selling her body, though she must know it was the quickest way for a woman to make money here. There were men who'd pay a fortune to bed her: young, beautiful, high-born. A maid untouched.
He would himself.
TBC…
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Date: 2009-01-22 02:54 pm (UTC)LOL! Bless him!
Still looking foward to the next instalment. Great stuff! :)
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Date: 2009-01-22 04:07 pm (UTC)"“That’s none of your business, Miss Impertinence.” He started off again, faster. “If you had any delicacy of mind you’d never have asked such a thing.”"
It reminds me of something Norrington would say, but I would imagine that young Jack had a few limitations especially when speaking to ladies about other ladies.
Looking forward to more!
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Date: 2009-01-22 08:26 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2009-01-22 04:09 pm (UTC)'Seems even pirates have a sense of privacy (at least some of them.)
Keep on behaving yourself, Jack. :)
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Date: 2009-01-22 08:27 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-01-22 04:26 pm (UTC)I am anxiously awaiting the next chapter in our little adventure!
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Date: 2009-01-22 08:34 pm (UTC)I'm trying to remember any time in the movies where he bragged about his amorous liaisons to another woman. Do you mean in fanfic?
More to come soon, and we'll get to the Pearl eventually. (I thought we'd be there by now, but stuff keeps happening.) Glad you're enjoying!!
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Date: 2009-01-22 09:22 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-01-23 03:00 am (UTC)And it's probably obvious to anyone who's not blind and spends ten minutes (or less) with him, lol! But no, he doesn't brag, he doesn't have to. And I think his sojourn with Elizabeth on the island went a long way toward proving what kind of man he was.
We all have our different visions of Jack, and there are all kinds of things that influence those visions. He's a tricky character to write, sometimes.
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Date: 2009-01-22 07:48 pm (UTC)Can't wait for the next chapter ...
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Date: 2009-01-22 08:40 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-01-23 12:47 am (UTC)Awesome installment! Thank you so much for updating so often, this is such a wonderful treat to read :)
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Date: 2009-01-23 02:43 am (UTC)More tomorrow! Thank you for commenting!
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Date: 2009-01-23 12:55 am (UTC)Loved the use of harridan-can see in AWE where Jones uses. Too funny that Nell hangs him up with such a simple question--she's good. He's not figured out his angle yet has he, cos I can't imagine him too tired to er, chat her up that evening. Plus ultra, I say thank you, well writ. I like laughing.
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Date: 2009-02-14 03:23 am (UTC)Nell has a lot to learn.... on several levels. Stick with Jack, lass. You'll learn the less shiny side of life, for sure.
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Date: 2009-02-14 03:57 am (UTC)