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dwgm350 words of the story, using the 'Awe' theme, with many thanks to ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
hereswith for beta reading, 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
14. Name
15. History
16. Service
17. Advice
18. Captain
And here's today's...
19. Awe
~ An Execrable Business, continued...
Joe watched his guest straighten and look toward the forest, saying for the third time in an hour, “Where the devil are they?”
“Patience,” Joe counseled, and continued threading the fresh fish onto the long skewers for roasting. “You don’t know much about women, do you?”
Jack turned to him. “I may be considerably younger than you, but I haven’t been accused of that in some time. I was a precocious lad.” He winked.
Joe shrugged. “I’m not talking about that kind of woman.”
“What kind, then?” Jack asked, sitting down again.
“The kind of woman that nourishes you, body and soul.” Joe briefly became lost in remembering his daughters’ mother, who had certainly been such a woman, but roused and met Jack’s eye. “They are worth the wait.”
Jack looked bemused and somewhat skeptical. But an hour later that look was gone as all the women, including Jack’s little bird, returned to the beach.
The poor fellow caught no more than a glimpse of his desired quarry before the whole troop conspired to block his view, hurrying to surround and greet him with a babble of laughter. Jack threw an imploring glance at Joe, but Joe shrugged, knowing there was nothing to be done with such willful creatures as his daughters and their friends. So Jack resigned himself, patiently returning their greetings until at last the vixens were satisfied and parted ranks to reveal their creation. The shabby little thief was transformed. A slip of a girl came forward in a colorful, lightly clinging shift that Joe recognized as one of his daughter Maribelle’s. The girl’s waving hair, a soft brown, flowed down her back, her small, pale feet were bare on the sand, and her eyes were sparkling. She held out her hands to Jack, an apology on her pretty lips. “I’m sorry we were so long. My clothes still aren’t quite dry, so I had to wear this.”
Jack stared, stared her up and down, and took her hands in his. He cleared his throat and managed, at last, to speak. “No worries, love. You look… fine!”
TBC…
hereswith for beta reading, 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
14. Name
15. History
16. Service
17. Advice
18. Captain
And here's today's...
19. Awe
~ An Execrable Business, continued...
Joe watched his guest straighten and look toward the forest, saying for the third time in an hour, “Where the devil are they?”
“Patience,” Joe counseled, and continued threading the fresh fish onto the long skewers for roasting. “You don’t know much about women, do you?”
Jack turned to him. “I may be considerably younger than you, but I haven’t been accused of that in some time. I was a precocious lad.” He winked.
Joe shrugged. “I’m not talking about that kind of woman.”
“What kind, then?” Jack asked, sitting down again.
“The kind of woman that nourishes you, body and soul.” Joe briefly became lost in remembering his daughters’ mother, who had certainly been such a woman, but roused and met Jack’s eye. “They are worth the wait.”
Jack looked bemused and somewhat skeptical. But an hour later that look was gone as all the women, including Jack’s little bird, returned to the beach.
The poor fellow caught no more than a glimpse of his desired quarry before the whole troop conspired to block his view, hurrying to surround and greet him with a babble of laughter. Jack threw an imploring glance at Joe, but Joe shrugged, knowing there was nothing to be done with such willful creatures as his daughters and their friends. So Jack resigned himself, patiently returning their greetings until at last the vixens were satisfied and parted ranks to reveal their creation. The shabby little thief was transformed. A slip of a girl came forward in a colorful, lightly clinging shift that Joe recognized as one of his daughter Maribelle’s. The girl’s waving hair, a soft brown, flowed down her back, her small, pale feet were bare on the sand, and her eyes were sparkling. She held out her hands to Jack, an apology on her pretty lips. “I’m sorry we were so long. My clothes still aren’t quite dry, so I had to wear this.”
Jack stared, stared her up and down, and took her hands in his. He cleared his throat and managed, at last, to speak. “No worries, love. You look… fine!”
TBC…
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Date: 2009-01-28 04:02 pm (UTC)Great instalment. :)
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Date: 2009-01-28 04:24 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2009-01-28 11:30 pm (UTC)I love how you portray Jack, his young! self. He is so perfect in this story! ^^
Can't wait for more! :)
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Date: 2009-01-29 03:37 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2009-01-29 04:18 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-01-29 04:21 am (UTC)Jack's pretty young here, already full of himself, of course, but more trusting than he will be even in a year or so, and very susceptible to a pretty face. *g*
I'm glad you like Joe. I could see Ana having a daddy like that.
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Date: 2009-01-29 04:24 am (UTC)I'm so glad you like young!Jack in this!
More in the morning! Thank you for commenting!
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Date: 2009-01-29 04:26 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2009-01-29 01:53 pm (UTC)Thank you for commenting!
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Date: 2009-02-25 04:16 am (UTC)It's too precious to imagine him imploring amid the chattering gaggle. I guess that's what he gets for being "precocious". (That paints a picture, in and of itself.)
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Date: 2009-02-26 02:35 pm (UTC)