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dwgmThis is for the 'Quarter' drabble challenge prompt, 400 words set mid-DMC...
~ No Dress ~
“Oh, and by the by, Miss Swann: you’ll quarter with me in the great cabin.”
Elizabeth, who’d turned to go below in order to find poor Norrington and make sure that he wasn’t being abused, whirled to stare at Jack. “What?”
“You heard me.”
“And what makes you think I’ll—“
“Let’s see,” Jack interrupted, striking a pose. “I’m the captain, and… I’m the captain. Oh, and I’m the captain.”
“Jack—“
He fluttered a hand. “It’s for your own good, deary. Better the one should be tempted than the many. You’re quite the temptation, even dressed as a lad. Or possibly because you’re dressed as a lad, to some. Differing tastes an’ all.”
The hot blood was rising to her cheeks and was not helped by the amused look that raked her before he sauntered away aft. She cursed inwardly, fists balling, and in a half shout began, “I will not – “ before realizing it would be impolitic to draw the attention of all the men scurrying about on ship’s business. She hurried after Jack, catching up with him at the foot of the companion ladder to the quarterdeck. “Captain Sparrow!”
He stopped and turned to her, feigning surprise.
Her voice was low but intense. “What makes you think I’d trust you that far?”
His eyes widened, brows lifting. “Don’t you?”
The vehement No! was on the tip of her tongue, but then she stopped, remembering what she’d told her father. Remembering that a year ago she’d been dancing ‘round a driftwood fire with this man, drunk on hope, moonlight, and a little rum, too, for form’s sake. They’d been alone, entirely alone. And he’d barely touched her.
There was no other answer. “Yes.”
He inclined his head, graciously accepting her capitulation. “A wise decision, love. There are a number of new hands aboard, best we get to know ‘em some before we… er… fraternize.”
She nodded dully.
“And that Norrington.” Jack shook his head as he began mounting the steps.
She narrowed her eyes. “What about him?”
“Just that I wouldn’t trust him any further than I could throw him, is all.”
Indignation welled up. “Jack, James is—“
“—shifty-eyed, desperate and, in case you’ve forgotten, bloody has it in for pirates.“ He gained the quarterdeck, turned to look down on her, and added, with a grin and a wink, “Even the extremely pretty ones.”
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~ No Dress ~
“Oh, and by the by, Miss Swann: you’ll quarter with me in the great cabin.”
Elizabeth, who’d turned to go below in order to find poor Norrington and make sure that he wasn’t being abused, whirled to stare at Jack. “What?”
“You heard me.”
“And what makes you think I’ll—“
“Let’s see,” Jack interrupted, striking a pose. “I’m the captain, and… I’m the captain. Oh, and I’m the captain.”
“Jack—“
He fluttered a hand. “It’s for your own good, deary. Better the one should be tempted than the many. You’re quite the temptation, even dressed as a lad. Or possibly because you’re dressed as a lad, to some. Differing tastes an’ all.”
The hot blood was rising to her cheeks and was not helped by the amused look that raked her before he sauntered away aft. She cursed inwardly, fists balling, and in a half shout began, “I will not – “ before realizing it would be impolitic to draw the attention of all the men scurrying about on ship’s business. She hurried after Jack, catching up with him at the foot of the companion ladder to the quarterdeck. “Captain Sparrow!”
He stopped and turned to her, feigning surprise.
Her voice was low but intense. “What makes you think I’d trust you that far?”
His eyes widened, brows lifting. “Don’t you?”
The vehement No! was on the tip of her tongue, but then she stopped, remembering what she’d told her father. Remembering that a year ago she’d been dancing ‘round a driftwood fire with this man, drunk on hope, moonlight, and a little rum, too, for form’s sake. They’d been alone, entirely alone. And he’d barely touched her.
There was no other answer. “Yes.”
He inclined his head, graciously accepting her capitulation. “A wise decision, love. There are a number of new hands aboard, best we get to know ‘em some before we… er… fraternize.”
She nodded dully.
“And that Norrington.” Jack shook his head as he began mounting the steps.
She narrowed her eyes. “What about him?”
“Just that I wouldn’t trust him any further than I could throw him, is all.”
Indignation welled up. “Jack, James is—“
“—shifty-eyed, desperate and, in case you’ve forgotten, bloody has it in for pirates.“ He gained the quarterdeck, turned to look down on her, and added, with a grin and a wink, “Even the extremely pretty ones.”
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Date: 2010-07-23 06:59 am (UTC)She cursed inwardly, fists balling, and in a half shout began, “I will not – “ before realizing it would be impolitic to draw the attention of all the men scurrying about on ship’s business. She hurried after Jack, catching up with him at the foot of the companion ladder to the quarterdeck. “Captain Sparrow!”
Can see this so clearly - great characterizations!
The vehement No! was on the tip of her tongue, but then she stopped, remembering what she’d told her father. Remembering that a year ago she’d been dancing ‘round a driftwood fire with this man, drunk on hope, moonlight, and a little rum, too, for form’s sake. They’d been alone, entirely alone. And he’d barely touched her.
There was no other answer. “Yes.”
It's true. As much as she may have wanted to deny it, she did, at the end of the day, trust Jack.
Thanks for sharing!
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Date: 2010-07-24 04:57 pm (UTC)She was pretty much insisting on it. And in the end, he always comes though. I'm so glad you enjoyed this. It was one of those drabbles that seemed to practically write itself. ;)
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Date: 2010-07-23 12:56 pm (UTC)What a lovely lost scene between Jack and Elizabeth ~ you always do them a good turn, and this is no exception!
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Date: 2010-07-24 04:59 pm (UTC)Drabble: 'No Dress' (Jack, Elizabeth - PG)
Date: 2010-07-23 04:26 pm (UTC)Re: Drabble: 'No Dress' (Jack, Elizabeth - PG)
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Date: 2010-07-23 06:49 pm (UTC)I would SO love to redo the movie with this scene in it. Oh, and the one after it too . . . the one I'm writing in my head.
What she said. HAHA!
This was so marvelous. This is probably one of my favorite DMC inserts I've ever read. Well done!
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Date: 2010-07-24 05:07 pm (UTC)Oh, yes. And Elizabeth still innocent enough to not really appreciate the essence of the pirate part of "Good man and a pirate".
Thank you very much for commenting!
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Date: 2010-07-23 09:19 pm (UTC)Interesting observation you have him make about Norrington, too--that due to James' desperate straits he may not be (quite) the same man, with the same strict moral code, that she'd known before (and how true that turns out to be, when he later steals the heart and the Letters, then skedaddles off to sell his soul to the likes of Beckett!). The Norrington of old would never have done that, methinks, and Jack was perfectly right to warn Elizabeth about trusting the former Commodore.
And I love how you show, too, how Jack considers Elizabeth a pirate at this point, even if she doesn't. Sort of presages their later “good man” vs. “selfish pirate” conversation, and Jack's post-“kiss of doom” declaration, as well as harkens back to his "peas in a pod" estimation of her in CotBP.
For all that DMC and AWE are reviled by a great number of PotC/CotBP fans, I do dearly love the J/E interactions in DMC—the verbal jousting, the sexual baiting, the subtle (and sometimes not-so-subtle) flirting, the almost-kiss (and the look of such intense wanting on Jack's face as he’s moving in for the snog, just before—dammit!—the black spot reappears) as well as the real liplock at the end before she snaps the shackle around his wrist. There’s just this all-around, scintillating chemistry between the two of them that began in CotBP (for me, at least) “blossomed” in DMC as they sort of dance around one another (my little pea-pickin’ Sparrabeth heart likes to think of it as perhaps a mating dance?). ;-)
An absolutely excellent fic, on so many levels, and a great call-back to so many wonderfully memorable PotC scenes! Great job! :-)
— Cat
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Date: 2010-07-24 05:12 pm (UTC)So true, and if we'd been given just a little more in AWE I think we'd have been happier with the whole thing. At least we can "fix" things with our fanfiction, if we're so inclined.
I'm so glad you liked this, and thought it fit. It was one of those things that practically wrote itself. Sometimes the Muse speaks loudly. *g* Thank you so much for your lovely, detailed comments!
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Date: 2010-07-23 09:58 pm (UTC)“Let’s see,” Jack interrupted, striking a pose. “I’m the captain, and… I’m the captain. Oh, and I’m the captain.” Lol. Very Jack.
He stopped and turned to her, feigning surprise.
Her voice was low but intense. “What makes you think I’d trust you that far?”
His eyes widened, brows lifting. “Don’t you?”
The vehement No! was on the tip of her tongue, but then she stopped, remembering what she’d told her father. Remembering that a year ago she’d been dancing ‘round a driftwood fire with this man, drunk on hope, moonlight, and a little rum, too, for form’s sake. They’d been alone, entirely alone. And he’d barely touched her.
There was no other answer. “Yes.” Perfectly wonderful, that whole bit, especially the bolded parts.
Indignation welled up. “Jack, James is—“
“—shifty-eyed, desperate and, in case you’ve forgotten, bloody has it in for pirates.“ He gained the quarterdeck, turned to look down on her, and added, with a grin and a wink, “Even the extremely pretty ones.” Good point, and as
This really brightened my Friday!
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Date: 2010-07-24 05:17 pm (UTC)The thing about James, I don't think she realizes at this point how much his disastrous course changed him in the last year. Jack's greater experience allows him to see more clearly in that respect. Elizabeth gets quite an education during DMC and AWE.
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Date: 2010-07-23 10:32 pm (UTC)“Let’s see,” Jack interrupted, striking a pose. “I’m the captain, and… I’m the captain. Oh, and I’m the captain.”
Your Jack is always pitch perfect, but when you write J/E it's as if they're right in front of my chair. Every bit of this is marvelous!
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Date: 2010-07-24 08:38 am (UTC)“You heard me.”
“And what makes you think I’ll—“
“Let’s see,” Jack interrupted, striking a pose. “I’m the captain, and… I’m the captain. Oh, and I’m the captain.”
I adore this exchange--any of the thousand that might fall under their spell. "Oh, I'm the captain!" and oh, you are fabulous!!!!!
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Date: 2010-07-24 05:55 pm (UTC)I'm so very glad you enjoyed this. Thank you for letting me know!
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Date: 2010-07-24 09:46 pm (UTC)“I’m the captain, and… I’m the captain. Oh, and I’m the captain.”
Yes. Yes he is ♥
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Date: 2010-07-29 05:23 pm (UTC)Sweet little scene - Even when ostensibly looking out for Elizabeth's best interests Jack is still such a scallywag. They are well suited! :)
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