There hasn't been much written about Angelica yet, but
pearlseed wrote a lovely drabble, Spirit, about Angelica's first meeting with Jack, when the two were both younger and less wary than they are likely to be in On Stranger Tides (from what we hear, at least).
This one is for the "harm" prompt at
blackpearlsails. Exactly 100 words, with thanks to
hereswith for looking it over.
pearlseed's drabble is from Angelica's pov, and this one is from Jack's...
~ Angelica ~
She’d been named from a sense of irony, no doubt. Blackbeard’s daughter. There was some risk in it, to be sure. But moth. Flame. It seemed inevitable.
She was younger than he liked, of course. Barely more than a girl. But that sharp wit, that flashing smile, those great dark eyes… and that odd air of innocence, in spite of who she was. Every bit as practiced as his own.
What was a poor little pirate to do?
Teasing, titillating banter?
Shy, sweet kisses in the palmy shadows?
Slow, scintillating seduction?
Lord, she was Blackbeard’s daughter. Where was the harm?
~.~
This one is for the "harm" prompt at
~ Angelica ~
She’d been named from a sense of irony, no doubt. Blackbeard’s daughter. There was some risk in it, to be sure. But moth. Flame. It seemed inevitable.
She was younger than he liked, of course. Barely more than a girl. But that sharp wit, that flashing smile, those great dark eyes… and that odd air of innocence, in spite of who she was. Every bit as practiced as his own.
What was a poor little pirate to do?
Teasing, titillating banter?
Shy, sweet kisses in the palmy shadows?
Slow, scintillating seduction?
Lord, she was Blackbeard’s daughter. Where was the harm?
~.~