Backstory Drabbles 13 & 14
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dwgmRL has been very full, and the Muse is struggling out from under the debris -- some of it confetti, some of it sawdust. I finally got two more of these Backstory Drabbles done for ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
hseas_challenge #4 and thought I'd post them so y'all would know I'm still alive. My dear ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
hereswith looked the first one over (several times), but the second is not only 150 words, but unbetaed, though hopefully OK.
The first four are here, the second four are here, and the third four are here. Six to go, after these two...
13. The New World – Jack’s adventures in the Colonies pre-CotBP
Thin morning light caught the wink of gold half-hidden in the elflocks strewn over the pillow.
"Jack… is this a wedding ring?"
One kohl-smudged eyelid rose. "Maybe."
Elizabeth frowned. "What does that mean?"
Jack frowned, too. His eye closed. But after a moment's hesitation he spoke. "Maybe I gave up pirating for a bit. After the mutiny. Maybe lighted in Boston, took up drawing maps again. Maybe got leg-shackled, too. Only maybe she was too good for this earth. She and her son.”
Elizabeth felt a creeping chill, and whispered, "Is it true?"
The edge of his lip quivered. "Maybe."
***
14. Freedom above all else – Elizabeth’s/Jack’s first taste of freedom.
"Jack, do you remember on the island, when you told me a ship was freedom?"
"I did?"
"Yes. Of course you did. Don't you remember?"
"Well..."
"Jack! You don't remember?"
"Not precisely. Seems a bit... romantic for me. High-flown, as it were."
"It was romantic! Very much so!"
"Was I making up to you?"
"You were… attempting a flirtation."
"Ha! That would account for it then."
"Hmmph."
"So… your point? And purpose?"
"It's just that I feel that freedom, too, today, and every time I set foot on a ship. I did even as a child on the Dauntless. I agreed with you, though I couldn’t tell you that night. Oh, Jack. Was it just one of your stories after all? "
“ ‘Course not. Usually don’t go emoting about such things, however.”
“Well, you did. You really don’t remember? Any of it?”
“I remember you burned the rum.”
“Oh, Jack!”
***
TBC
hseas_challenge #4 and thought I'd post them so y'all would know I'm still alive. My dear hereswith looked the first one over (several times), but the second is not only 150 words, but unbetaed, though hopefully OK. The first four are here, the second four are here, and the third four are here. Six to go, after these two...
13. The New World – Jack’s adventures in the Colonies pre-CotBP
Thin morning light caught the wink of gold half-hidden in the elflocks strewn over the pillow.
"Jack… is this a wedding ring?"
One kohl-smudged eyelid rose. "Maybe."
Elizabeth frowned. "What does that mean?"
Jack frowned, too. His eye closed. But after a moment's hesitation he spoke. "Maybe I gave up pirating for a bit. After the mutiny. Maybe lighted in Boston, took up drawing maps again. Maybe got leg-shackled, too. Only maybe she was too good for this earth. She and her son.”
Elizabeth felt a creeping chill, and whispered, "Is it true?"
The edge of his lip quivered. "Maybe."
***
14. Freedom above all else – Elizabeth’s/Jack’s first taste of freedom.
"Jack, do you remember on the island, when you told me a ship was freedom?"
"I did?"
"Yes. Of course you did. Don't you remember?"
"Well..."
"Jack! You don't remember?"
"Not precisely. Seems a bit... romantic for me. High-flown, as it were."
"It was romantic! Very much so!"
"Was I making up to you?"
"You were… attempting a flirtation."
"Ha! That would account for it then."
"Hmmph."
"So… your point? And purpose?"
"It's just that I feel that freedom, too, today, and every time I set foot on a ship. I did even as a child on the Dauntless. I agreed with you, though I couldn’t tell you that night. Oh, Jack. Was it just one of your stories after all? "
“ ‘Course not. Usually don’t go emoting about such things, however.”
“Well, you did. You really don’t remember? Any of it?”
“I remember you burned the rum.”
“Oh, Jack!”
***
TBC
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Date: 2009-06-30 07:50 pm (UTC)Your fantastic grasp of the characters always makes your fics so wonderful to read, and this post is no exception. Jack and Elizabeth's voices ring so true in these. Jack's complex truths and Elizabeth trying to decipher his thoughts, track down true events in the maze of all his real and imaginary legends...
Beautiful drabbles! *saves to memories*
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Date: 2009-06-30 11:29 pm (UTC)