Drabble: 'In Extremis'
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dwgmThe current drabble challenge at Black Pearl Sails is "Extremities". Here's my offering...
“You’d have thought the fool was oblivious to the fact that he was about to be hung!” scoffed Andrew.
“Do you think so?” James smiled a little, lifting a brow.
“Nonsense!” objected Theo. “Merely he would not demean himself. He knew how to die.”
“Oh, you are besotted!” Andrew snapped, quite exasperated. “Why, he was actually chuckling as his crimes were enumerated. No acknowledgment whatsoever of the gravity of the situation--that he would soon face his Maker. He is, as I said before, an idiot!”
“Debatable,” James said, before Theo could retort. “But one cannot deny that he is, at least, exceptionally fortunate.” James tossed off what remained of his brandy, then set the glass down as he rose to his feet. “Gentlemen, the hour grows late, and I’m afraid I must take my leave. My thanks for the excellent brandy, and the convivial company.”
The two junior officers had risen as well, and Theo exclaimed, “Sir! The pleasure was ours!”
“Indeed, sir!” Andrew agreed.
Norrington favored them with a slight bow. “Good night to you both.”
They bowed in return, then resumed their seats as the straight figure left the taproom of the inn.
When their commander was out of earshot, Andrew said, quietly, “Poor devil. He’s taking it surprisingly well. But perhaps Miss Swann had not his heart, after all.”
Theo gave his friend an odd look. “Nonsense,” he said, again.
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In Extremis
“You’d have thought the fool was oblivious to the fact that he was about to be hung!” scoffed Andrew.
“Do you think so?” James smiled a little, lifting a brow.
“Nonsense!” objected Theo. “Merely he would not demean himself. He knew how to die.”
“Oh, you are besotted!” Andrew snapped, quite exasperated. “Why, he was actually chuckling as his crimes were enumerated. No acknowledgment whatsoever of the gravity of the situation--that he would soon face his Maker. He is, as I said before, an idiot!”
“Debatable,” James said, before Theo could retort. “But one cannot deny that he is, at least, exceptionally fortunate.” James tossed off what remained of his brandy, then set the glass down as he rose to his feet. “Gentlemen, the hour grows late, and I’m afraid I must take my leave. My thanks for the excellent brandy, and the convivial company.”
The two junior officers had risen as well, and Theo exclaimed, “Sir! The pleasure was ours!”
“Indeed, sir!” Andrew agreed.
Norrington favored them with a slight bow. “Good night to you both.”
They bowed in return, then resumed their seats as the straight figure left the taproom of the inn.
When their commander was out of earshot, Andrew said, quietly, “Poor devil. He’s taking it surprisingly well. But perhaps Miss Swann had not his heart, after all.”
Theo gave his friend an odd look. “Nonsense,” he said, again.
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Date: 2005-06-29 06:27 am (UTC)I, too, like Gillette, in certain fanfiction stories, but in the movie he's drawn sort of like a yappy little terrier, funny but annoying. His main flaw, seems to be that he has a hard time seeing past the surface of things, which may be put down to youth (which would be remedied by time and experience), or temperament (which might not).
I'm glad you enjoyed the story, in spite of the Gillette abuse. ;)
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Date: 2005-06-29 08:33 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-06-29 09:50 am (UTC)I think they're cute, too, but it's hard to resist teasing them. ;)