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Previous bits...
And here's today's...
26. Advance
~ An Execrable Business, continued...
After Barbossa left, Joe said, quietly, but with conviction and a worried look, “That is a dangerous man!”
Jack shrugged. “He’s all right, mostly. I’ve known him a long time, he was second to Tobias when I came aboard the Pearl. It don’t sit well with him that I rose from bilgewater stowaway to the captaincy. But he’s a good sailor and a handy swordsman to have at one’s back. We’ve saved each others’ hides a time or two.”
“You trust him?” Joe sounded incredulous.
“Wouldn’t go that far,” Jack said, then called, “Come!” for there’d been another knock on the cabin door.
It was Bootstrap who came in and closed it behind him. “You've a silver tongue in that head of yours, Jack. Barbossa looks almost pleased! How the devil do you do it?”
“That’s why I’m captain, ain’t it?" Jack poured out more rum, a tot for each of them. "Here, Bill, have some breakfast.”
Bootstrap rolled his eyes some, but he accepted the glass. “Got those fellows stashed in the brig. They’re a bit worse for wear, but they’ll live.”
“Good. We’ll toss ‘em overboard when we set sail. They’ll probably make it to shore from here, if they can swim. In the meantime, I’m pleased you’ve begun passing the word for the lads. Time and tide, and all that. I want to start provisioning soon as it’s light. Fortunately we’ve plenty of scratch to fund this charitable venture. Good thing I like you, Bill. I wouldn’t do it for just anyone.”
“No. And you wouldn’t do it for me, either.”
Jack pouted. “I might do it for you. I was thinking about it.”
Bill shook his head. “I’m looking forward to meeting your new ‘cabin boy’. She must be something special.”
Jack’s brain conjured a vision of Nell as she had appeared on her return from the springs, and he could not maintain the pout, not for the life of him. “You might say so,” he said slowly, as though even-handedly considering the assessment. But when Joe started laughing, Jack couldn’t help grinning like a fool.
TBC...
hereswith for beta reading, editing, and excellent suggestions.Previous bits...
| 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 19. Awe 20. Cross 21. "You've made a big mistake" 22. Heroism 23. Gold 24. Echo | 25. Greed |
And here's today's...
26. Advance
~ An Execrable Business, continued...
After Barbossa left, Joe said, quietly, but with conviction and a worried look, “That is a dangerous man!”
Jack shrugged. “He’s all right, mostly. I’ve known him a long time, he was second to Tobias when I came aboard the Pearl. It don’t sit well with him that I rose from bilgewater stowaway to the captaincy. But he’s a good sailor and a handy swordsman to have at one’s back. We’ve saved each others’ hides a time or two.”
“You trust him?” Joe sounded incredulous.
“Wouldn’t go that far,” Jack said, then called, “Come!” for there’d been another knock on the cabin door.
It was Bootstrap who came in and closed it behind him. “You've a silver tongue in that head of yours, Jack. Barbossa looks almost pleased! How the devil do you do it?”
“That’s why I’m captain, ain’t it?" Jack poured out more rum, a tot for each of them. "Here, Bill, have some breakfast.”
Bootstrap rolled his eyes some, but he accepted the glass. “Got those fellows stashed in the brig. They’re a bit worse for wear, but they’ll live.”
“Good. We’ll toss ‘em overboard when we set sail. They’ll probably make it to shore from here, if they can swim. In the meantime, I’m pleased you’ve begun passing the word for the lads. Time and tide, and all that. I want to start provisioning soon as it’s light. Fortunately we’ve plenty of scratch to fund this charitable venture. Good thing I like you, Bill. I wouldn’t do it for just anyone.”
“No. And you wouldn’t do it for me, either.”
Jack pouted. “I might do it for you. I was thinking about it.”
Bill shook his head. “I’m looking forward to meeting your new ‘cabin boy’. She must be something special.”
Jack’s brain conjured a vision of Nell as she had appeared on her return from the springs, and he could not maintain the pout, not for the life of him. “You might say so,” he said slowly, as though even-handedly considering the assessment. But when Joe started laughing, Jack couldn’t help grinning like a fool.
TBC...