Disneyland and PirateFic
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gingersnapps. A good time will be had by all, no doubt. It's been a week, culminating with a day. I won't go into detail. Suffice it to say I need a Disneyland fix, and had to immerse myself in the writing of PirateFic tonight, besides.
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pirates500 challenge: Sick.
Unprecedented though it was, this fine morning First Mate Jack Sparrow reluctantly sat with the select group of crew who had been wounded in the latest of the Black Pearl’s raids.
The Lady Jane had succumbed easily enough, but through recklessness or simple bad luck, Jack had been surprised by the sword of his enemy counterpart. He’d incapacitated the man, and hadn’t even realized he’d been hit ‘til Bill had seen and exclaimed, “God’s teeth, you’re bleedin’ all over the deck, lad!” Bill had bound up the long cut, and the discomfort of this procedure left no doubt that it was bad. Lightheaded and hurting, Jack nonetheless donned his coat again and continued, ‘til his Captain had ordered him back to the Pearl with a sharp word (likely due to Bill’s interference, curse him).
Now, cooling his heels perforce and faced with the prospect of the callus and vastly experienced Mr. Grieves cleansing and stitching the cut, Jack was growing increasingly fidgety. And nauseous. Yes. His breakfast was definitely considering making a reappearance.
It was work to maintain his usual sangfroid, joining the others in nervous, ribald comments on the lamentable state of Geoff Bailey, who was having a groin wound treated. Poor Geoff, shielded from sight by a blanket hung to create a makeshift infirmary, nevertheless was much in evidence as the sounds that issued from behind the drape indicated a less than stoic attitude on the part of the patient. But then, who among them would’ve maintained silence in such a pass? At least the Bailey Jewels were intact, eh?
Eventually, Bailey was helped to a cot, white-faced but still conscious. McElroy was next, and went with a rueful smile and a roll of eyes.
“Bloody hell,” muttered Jenkins.
“Aye,” agreed Jack.
More waiting and distressing sounds. Conversation died. Jack leaned back, closing his eyes.
A nudge startled him.
“Sparrow!”
His eyes flew open. ‘Twas Grieves’s assistant.
“You’re next.”
Jack nodded and got up, and began to black out.
Steadying hands. “Easy there, sir!”
His vision cleared, but his stomach lurched. “’M all right,” he muttered.
“Sure you are.”
The blanket pushed aside, he was steered to the stained table, where Grieves sat with his instruments and a supply of blue thread. Blue?
He was helped to undress, and Bill’s blood-soaked handiwork removed.
“Won’t take but a dozen, Jack,” said Grieves cheerfully.
“Fucking wonderful, mate,” Jack drawled.
Grieves chuckled.
The table was hard, but they slipped a pillow of sorts under his head. He swallowed down bile and wished himself otherwhere as Grieves took hold.
Then the henchman said, “Wait. Turner’s comin’.”
Frowning, Jack turned his head. The drape was pushed aside, and Bill came in and sat down on a stool next to him. Jack scowled. “I don’t bloody need you to hold me hand, Bill.”
Bill’s eyes narrowed, fond amusement in them, and a touch of pity. “Shut up, Jack,” he said, and held Jack’s hand tight, anyway, and held the bucket for him, too, later.
gingersnapps. A good time will be had by all, no doubt. It's been a week, culminating with a day. I won't go into detail. Suffice it to say I need a Disneyland fix, and had to immerse myself in the writing of PirateFic tonight, besides.Written for this week's
pirates500 challenge: Sick.Bloody Hellish
Unprecedented though it was, this fine morning First Mate Jack Sparrow reluctantly sat with the select group of crew who had been wounded in the latest of the Black Pearl’s raids.
The Lady Jane had succumbed easily enough, but through recklessness or simple bad luck, Jack had been surprised by the sword of his enemy counterpart. He’d incapacitated the man, and hadn’t even realized he’d been hit ‘til Bill had seen and exclaimed, “God’s teeth, you’re bleedin’ all over the deck, lad!” Bill had bound up the long cut, and the discomfort of this procedure left no doubt that it was bad. Lightheaded and hurting, Jack nonetheless donned his coat again and continued, ‘til his Captain had ordered him back to the Pearl with a sharp word (likely due to Bill’s interference, curse him).
Now, cooling his heels perforce and faced with the prospect of the callus and vastly experienced Mr. Grieves cleansing and stitching the cut, Jack was growing increasingly fidgety. And nauseous. Yes. His breakfast was definitely considering making a reappearance.
It was work to maintain his usual sangfroid, joining the others in nervous, ribald comments on the lamentable state of Geoff Bailey, who was having a groin wound treated. Poor Geoff, shielded from sight by a blanket hung to create a makeshift infirmary, nevertheless was much in evidence as the sounds that issued from behind the drape indicated a less than stoic attitude on the part of the patient. But then, who among them would’ve maintained silence in such a pass? At least the Bailey Jewels were intact, eh?
Eventually, Bailey was helped to a cot, white-faced but still conscious. McElroy was next, and went with a rueful smile and a roll of eyes.
“Bloody hell,” muttered Jenkins.
“Aye,” agreed Jack.
More waiting and distressing sounds. Conversation died. Jack leaned back, closing his eyes.
A nudge startled him.
“Sparrow!”
His eyes flew open. ‘Twas Grieves’s assistant.
“You’re next.”
Jack nodded and got up, and began to black out.
Steadying hands. “Easy there, sir!”
His vision cleared, but his stomach lurched. “’M all right,” he muttered.
“Sure you are.”
The blanket pushed aside, he was steered to the stained table, where Grieves sat with his instruments and a supply of blue thread. Blue?
He was helped to undress, and Bill’s blood-soaked handiwork removed.
“Won’t take but a dozen, Jack,” said Grieves cheerfully.
“Fucking wonderful, mate,” Jack drawled.
Grieves chuckled.
The table was hard, but they slipped a pillow of sorts under his head. He swallowed down bile and wished himself otherwhere as Grieves took hold.
Then the henchman said, “Wait. Turner’s comin’.”
Frowning, Jack turned his head. The drape was pushed aside, and Bill came in and sat down on a stool next to him. Jack scowled. “I don’t bloody need you to hold me hand, Bill.”
Bill’s eyes narrowed, fond amusement in them, and a touch of pity. “Shut up, Jack,” he said, and held Jack’s hand tight, anyway, and held the bucket for him, too, later.
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Date: 2004-10-30 03:44 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-10-30 06:02 am (UTC)My favorite lines: "Fucking wonderful, mate," Jack drawled, and "Blue?". Don't know why, but that "Blue?" seemed so real and just cracked me up. *g*
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Date: 2004-10-30 06:35 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-10-30 06:36 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-10-30 07:02 am (UTC)Ok, that was just incredibly cute. And absolutely perfect. Of course, I gleed at the pre-film Jack (duh), but... it kept getting better! Yay for Sailor-OCs, I always lurve those.
.::tries to pull out a favorite line::. ...They all work so flawlessly together as a whole... I don't think I can.
Wonderful. Just wonderful.
The first fic I save to my new laptop ^.^
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Date: 2004-10-30 07:30 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-10-30 08:01 am (UTC)Glad you liked it!
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Date: 2004-10-30 08:15 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-10-30 08:17 am (UTC)Glad you liked it. ;)
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Date: 2004-10-30 08:18 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-10-30 08:20 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-10-30 08:22 am (UTC)LOL! I do love to write lots of OC's. Who knows, maybe someday I'll write something entirely original.
So happy you liked it. The feedback is most appreciated.
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Date: 2004-10-30 08:24 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-10-30 09:05 am (UTC)I'm getting a new desktop at work soon (this week, I hope), with one of those beautiful skinny monitors! Ain't it grand?
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Date: 2004-10-30 10:12 am (UTC)Very nice, GM.
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Date: 2004-10-30 10:15 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-10-30 02:05 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-10-30 03:25 pm (UTC)Thanks.
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Date: 2004-10-30 10:36 pm (UTC)*hugs poor Jack*
We definitely likes.
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Date: 2004-10-31 06:16 am (UTC)Loved how Bill came in to hold Jack's hand, and the bucket *grimace*. Fitting ending and such a testament to their friendship.
You should write more on Jacks' past and his friendship with Bill. Hell, you should just write more period!
Ta!
Jackfan2
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Date: 2004-10-31 09:27 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-10-31 09:30 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-10-31 09:31 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-10-31 09:41 am (UTC)Actually I'm continuing this one presently, for a Day of the Dead entry and Halloween drabble for BP Sails.
Have you read Picaresque over at
So happy you enjoyed the story!
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Date: 2004-10-31 03:37 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-10-31 03:41 pm (UTC)A true friend ....
Date: 2004-11-01 10:30 am (UTC)Dearly loved this, loved the whole interaction between Jack and Bill, and loved Jack's stubborn behavior throughout, as well as the irreverent tone of his observations along the way. 'At least the Bailey Jewels were intact, eh?' *SNORK* Yup, that's our boy.
Great little ficlet! ;-)
Cheers ~
Erin
Re: A true friend ....
Date: 2004-11-01 10:54 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-01-14 01:27 pm (UTC)Again, you have Jack and Bill down exactly as I like to imagine them. So happy I've found these fics - better late than never!
*Clicks memories button*
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Date: 2008-01-14 06:19 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-12-24 04:19 am (UTC)Oh, bloody hell, I loved that line! Sums him up right at that moment. Glorious.
Awww, Bill. Just awww.
BTW, this is my Christmas treat to myself. I'm really enjoying your Young Jack universe.