A Birthday Ficlet
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erinrua, fabu, and for trinityday, who made the request: Jack, playing a trick. Profuse thanks to the_stowaway for the spur-of-the-moment beta.
A short sequel to “The Christmas Guest”
“Dear Commodore Norrington:
If you are Desirous of obtaining information leading to the whereabouts of a band of Notorious Pirates, come alone to the Alley behind the Green Goat Tavern at Midnight tonight.
Yours, etc.
A Friend”
The words floated about in James’s head as he slowly regained consciousness. Floated about, spoken in the voice of… Elizabeth Turner?
“Jack!” the voice continued. “This was not what we meant. This note is an out and out lie! You told us you could get him onto the Pearl without the least difficulty.”
“And didn’t I just?” said another voice: Sparrow’s! James winced, clouds of outrage and anger gathering in his aching head, and Sparrow added, “Look! See, he’s comin’ round already.”
“Jack, you’re mad!” Will’s voice, if James wasn’t mistaken. “He’s going to murder you for this. And probably us, as well.”
“He c’n try!” said Sparrow, with cheerful belligerence. “But it ain’t my fault! ‘He’d brought that twit, Gillette, along, against me explicit instructions! An’ Groves, too. Distracted me, like, an’ while we was gettin’ those two trussed up, Bowers got a bit overenthusiastic.”
“He’s a real fighter, is Norrington, ma’am,” came another familiar voice. Gibbs? “Wouldn’t think so, when ‘e’s tricked out in that fancy uniform, all buttons an’ braid, but there you be. It don’t pay to judge a book by its cover.”
“But a blow to the head! Jack he could have been killed!” In spite of the truth of this statement, James was extremely pleased with Elizabeth’s tone of accusation, and sympathetic concern.
“Nah. Bowers knows ‘is business. He’ll be fine. James, can you hear me, lad? ”
This last was spoken in a raised tone, and at such very close range that James’s eyes flew open, to be met with the exotic and highly annoying sight of Sparrow, hovering. James opened his mouth and was pleased to be able to say, very clearly and pointedly, “I am not deaf .”
Grinning, goldly, Sparrow straightened, and glanced at his companions, who stood close at hand. “See?”
“James!” said Elizabeth, grave concern writ upon her lovely countenance. She brushed Sparrow aside to sit down on the cot. James winced slightly, not so much at his hurts, which thus far seemed relatively minor, but at the casual brush of her hip against his own, and at her proximity. Assault, and now torture . “You are hurt! James, indeed we are so sorry! I might have known Jack would spoil things.”
“I didn’t!” Sparrow protested, his mobile face arranging itself into an aggrieved pout. “You wanted him here for his birthday, an’ here ‘e is! A bit worse for wear, but that’ll pass.”
James stared. “My birthday! Is that what this is about?” He set his teeth as Sparrow beamed at him. “I will kill you.”
“Ha!” said Sparrow, brightly. “Tried before, but you ain’t succeeded so far! I’d be happy to oblige you with a match, later, though. When you’re feelin’ more the thing.”
James growled, “You broke my window!”
“It was an accident!” Sparrow protested. Elizabeth and Will looked puzzled, and Sparrow explained, “Thought it was open! That’s how we delivered the note, y’see?”
They did not, obviously, so James enlightened them. “Tied to a rock. Thrown through the window of my study as I was sipping my after-dinner brandy.”
Elizabeth stared at Jack, but Turner just fell about, laughing. “Oh, Lord. James! James, I’m sorry! We’re sorry. And yes, of course you may kill Jack. For idiocy, if nothing else.”
“But afterwards, if you please,” Elizabeth begged, brushing James’s forehead with a cool, gentle hand. “It would put such a pall over your birthday party. And we’ve been planning this for weeks!”
James stared. “Weeks? Really?”
“Yes!”
“Aye,” agreed Sparrow. “Told you last Christmas I’d have you aboard for a real party one day. Remember? When I stayin’ at Swann’s an’ walked in, all en dishabille , when you was speakin’ with Elizabeth?”
The pirate gave him a flirtatious look and batted his eyes. Outrageous! James’s lips twitched at the look and the memory, both. “I remember. That horrid dressing gown.”
“Aye. An’ the knit slippers.”
Elizabeth stiffened. “I made those slippers!”
“So ye did, darlin’, and they’re lovely. Only not in me usual style, eh?”
“They were quite appropriate, for a pirate taken ill of influenza, and no doubt were of aid in your swift recovery.”
James said, acidly, “I hope you have retained them, for you will shortly be once more under the weather.”
Jack gave a roll of his eyes and pleaded, “Now, James! Just wait ‘til you see what we’ve got planned these next couple o’ days before you start tryin’ to poke holes in me. The Gov’nor’s makin’ your excuses, an’ loaned us his chef, too! There’s goin’ to be a pig roast on the beach, an’ cake, an’ presents! ”
Good Lord! James felt himself gaping, and quickly covered it by saying gruffly, “And rum, I suppose?”
“Rum comin’ out your ears, if you like! Of course rum!”
It was no use. James shook his head, wincing slightly, but allowed a chuckle of defeat to escape. “Help me sit up, then, you reprobate, and produce me this rum. I can’t remember the last time I was in such need of a drink!”
“Your wish is my command -- so long’s you remember I’m Captain o’ this vessel, o’ course. Gibbs! A mug of your best grog for the Commodore.” He turned back to James and said, conspiratorially, “Best start out slow: it’s going to be a festive few days, mate!”
~.~
erinrua, fabu, and for trinityday, who made the request: Jack, playing a trick. Profuse thanks to the_stowaway for the spur-of-the-moment beta.~ A Birthday Surprise ~
A short sequel to “The Christmas Guest”
“Dear Commodore Norrington:
If you are Desirous of obtaining information leading to the whereabouts of a band of Notorious Pirates, come alone to the Alley behind the Green Goat Tavern at Midnight tonight.
Yours, etc.
A Friend”
The words floated about in James’s head as he slowly regained consciousness. Floated about, spoken in the voice of… Elizabeth Turner?
“Jack!” the voice continued. “This was not what we meant. This note is an out and out lie! You told us you could get him onto the Pearl without the least difficulty.”
“And didn’t I just?” said another voice: Sparrow’s! James winced, clouds of outrage and anger gathering in his aching head, and Sparrow added, “Look! See, he’s comin’ round already.”
“Jack, you’re mad!” Will’s voice, if James wasn’t mistaken. “He’s going to murder you for this. And probably us, as well.”
“He c’n try!” said Sparrow, with cheerful belligerence. “But it ain’t my fault! ‘He’d brought that twit, Gillette, along, against me explicit instructions! An’ Groves, too. Distracted me, like, an’ while we was gettin’ those two trussed up, Bowers got a bit overenthusiastic.”
“He’s a real fighter, is Norrington, ma’am,” came another familiar voice. Gibbs? “Wouldn’t think so, when ‘e’s tricked out in that fancy uniform, all buttons an’ braid, but there you be. It don’t pay to judge a book by its cover.”
“But a blow to the head! Jack he could have been killed!” In spite of the truth of this statement, James was extremely pleased with Elizabeth’s tone of accusation, and sympathetic concern.
“Nah. Bowers knows ‘is business. He’ll be fine. James, can you hear me, lad? ”
This last was spoken in a raised tone, and at such very close range that James’s eyes flew open, to be met with the exotic and highly annoying sight of Sparrow, hovering. James opened his mouth and was pleased to be able to say, very clearly and pointedly, “I am not deaf .”
Grinning, goldly, Sparrow straightened, and glanced at his companions, who stood close at hand. “See?”
“James!” said Elizabeth, grave concern writ upon her lovely countenance. She brushed Sparrow aside to sit down on the cot. James winced slightly, not so much at his hurts, which thus far seemed relatively minor, but at the casual brush of her hip against his own, and at her proximity. Assault, and now torture . “You are hurt! James, indeed we are so sorry! I might have known Jack would spoil things.”
“I didn’t!” Sparrow protested, his mobile face arranging itself into an aggrieved pout. “You wanted him here for his birthday, an’ here ‘e is! A bit worse for wear, but that’ll pass.”
James stared. “My birthday! Is that what this is about?” He set his teeth as Sparrow beamed at him. “I will kill you.”
“Ha!” said Sparrow, brightly. “Tried before, but you ain’t succeeded so far! I’d be happy to oblige you with a match, later, though. When you’re feelin’ more the thing.”
James growled, “You broke my window!”
“It was an accident!” Sparrow protested. Elizabeth and Will looked puzzled, and Sparrow explained, “Thought it was open! That’s how we delivered the note, y’see?”
They did not, obviously, so James enlightened them. “Tied to a rock. Thrown through the window of my study as I was sipping my after-dinner brandy.”
Elizabeth stared at Jack, but Turner just fell about, laughing. “Oh, Lord. James! James, I’m sorry! We’re sorry. And yes, of course you may kill Jack. For idiocy, if nothing else.”
“But afterwards, if you please,” Elizabeth begged, brushing James’s forehead with a cool, gentle hand. “It would put such a pall over your birthday party. And we’ve been planning this for weeks!”
James stared. “Weeks? Really?”
“Yes!”
“Aye,” agreed Sparrow. “Told you last Christmas I’d have you aboard for a real party one day. Remember? When I stayin’ at Swann’s an’ walked in, all en dishabille , when you was speakin’ with Elizabeth?”
The pirate gave him a flirtatious look and batted his eyes. Outrageous! James’s lips twitched at the look and the memory, both. “I remember. That horrid dressing gown.”
“Aye. An’ the knit slippers.”
Elizabeth stiffened. “I made those slippers!”
“So ye did, darlin’, and they’re lovely. Only not in me usual style, eh?”
“They were quite appropriate, for a pirate taken ill of influenza, and no doubt were of aid in your swift recovery.”
James said, acidly, “I hope you have retained them, for you will shortly be once more under the weather.”
Jack gave a roll of his eyes and pleaded, “Now, James! Just wait ‘til you see what we’ve got planned these next couple o’ days before you start tryin’ to poke holes in me. The Gov’nor’s makin’ your excuses, an’ loaned us his chef, too! There’s goin’ to be a pig roast on the beach, an’ cake, an’ presents! ”
Good Lord! James felt himself gaping, and quickly covered it by saying gruffly, “And rum, I suppose?”
“Rum comin’ out your ears, if you like! Of course rum!”
It was no use. James shook his head, wincing slightly, but allowed a chuckle of defeat to escape. “Help me sit up, then, you reprobate, and produce me this rum. I can’t remember the last time I was in such need of a drink!”
“Your wish is my command -- so long’s you remember I’m Captain o’ this vessel, o’ course. Gibbs! A mug of your best grog for the Commodore.” He turned back to James and said, conspiratorially, “Best start out slow: it’s going to be a festive few days, mate!”
~.~
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Date: 2005-08-06 03:05 pm (UTC)“Oh, Lord. James! James, I’m sorry! We’re sorry. And yes, of course you may kill Jack. For idiocy, if nothing else.”
Hilarious! I loved this!
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Date: 2005-08-06 03:08 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-08-06 03:10 pm (UTC)That's a wonderfully apt description. And only Jack would break the man's window, have him conked over the head, and tie up his subordinates in order to get him to his own birthday party. A written invitation to some other event, issued by Elizabeth, would have been so much simpler... but Jack wouldn't think that way.
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Date: 2005-08-06 07:00 pm (UTC)So glad you enjoyed this little bit of silliness. ;)
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Date: 2005-08-06 03:11 pm (UTC)Great stuff, as per ususal, m'dear!
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Date: 2005-08-06 07:02 pm (UTC)So happy you enjoyed!
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Date: 2005-08-06 08:29 pm (UTC)There goes me, reading what I want into things again!!! ;) ;)
I guess I'm a closet J/E at heart...don't tell!
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Date: 2005-08-06 08:50 pm (UTC)Me, too, really, but everyone is in this one -- I thought the Leo's in question would like that. ;)
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Date: 2005-08-06 03:18 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-08-06 07:04 pm (UTC)I bet Jack really knows how to throw a bachelor party!
Glad you liked it. :)
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Date: 2005-08-06 08:48 pm (UTC)I bet Jack really knows how to throw a bachelor party!
Someone, someday, MUST write this fic.
Now don't you look at me like that, because it won't work.
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Date: 2005-08-06 03:19 pm (UTC)The Gov’nor’s makin’ your excuses, an’ loaned us his chef, too! There’s goin’ to be a pig roast on the beach, an’ cake, an’ presents! ”
Cheers to all you birthday kiddies!
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Date: 2005-08-06 07:04 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2005-08-06 07:18 pm (UTC)Glad you enjoyed the ficlet. :)
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Date: 2005-08-06 03:35 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-08-06 07:16 pm (UTC)Glad you enjoyed this. :)
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Date: 2005-08-06 03:38 pm (UTC)Loved this!
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Date: 2005-08-06 07:13 pm (UTC)Glad you enjoyed!
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Date: 2005-08-06 07:11 pm (UTC)So happy to see another chapter of Blood of a Pirate is up. Must read, and then archive on the website.
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Date: 2005-08-06 05:07 pm (UTC)I'm a Leo too, so thanks!
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Date: 2005-08-06 07:09 pm (UTC)Happy Birthday! I need to write you that N/E/Rabid Dog drabble, but if there's anything else I can do for you, let me know!
Glad you enjoyed this one. ;)
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Date: 2005-08-06 08:57 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2005-08-06 08:52 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-08-06 09:13 pm (UTC)And Lord, if I never said how much I adored The Christmas Gift, let me say it here, now.
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Date: 2005-08-06 09:17 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2005-08-06 09:24 pm (UTC)no subject
Help me sit up, then, you reprobate, and produce me this rum. ahahahhaha!
Oh, I love it :)
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Date: 2005-08-07 08:22 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-08-07 06:49 am (UTC)He’s a real fighter, is Norrington, ma’am Yes, I would say so. Strikes me as the type to know his business^^
~sinningia~
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Date: 2005-08-07 08:26 am (UTC)Glad you enjoyed it!
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Date: 2005-08-07 08:39 am (UTC)I loved how Norrington seems to hover on the edge of this tight little group, drawn and resisting. His feelings for Elizabeth, his ability to fight, his annoyance at Sparrow--all wonderful.
My favorite line. The echo of "By all means kill the whelp" is priceless.
Happy birthday all you Leo's from a Virgo who is jealous you inspired such a lovely story.
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Date: 2005-08-07 08:45 am (UTC)Btw, I'm finishing up editing 9, 10, & 11 and will send them to you in a few minutes.
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Date: 2005-08-08 07:35 pm (UTC)Thank you! :)
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Date: 2005-08-08 07:45 pm (UTC)EEPS!
Date: 2005-08-09 12:57 am (UTC)Sooo .... YAYNESS! I love this vignette. I love sharing this vignette with other Leos. I love sharing this vignette with EVERYbody! It is fun and it is witty and it is full of all that delicious period dialogue and character-perfection that you are so good at.
*hugs ficlet - hugs you*
For some reason I was particularly amused by Will stating that James would "murder" Jack - that sounds so much funnier than if he would simply kill him. :-p And I chortled some more at James' private observation, "Assault, and now torture." LOL!
And all of it was just that fun and enjoyable, so Thank You for a marvelous birthday gift! :-)
Cheers ~
Erin
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Date: 2005-08-09 06:11 am (UTC)*hugs you muchly in return*
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Date: 2005-08-10 04:09 am (UTC)James said, acidly, “I hope you have retained them, for you will shortly be once more under the weather.”
Dear James can be snarky even with a concussion.
I love that it's not only a birthday party, but a picnic on the beach. James needs more sand between his toes.
Beautiful work, as always.
Felaine
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Date: 2005-11-01 02:49 am (UTC)This last was spoken in a raised tone, and at such very close range that James’s eyes flew open, to be met with the exotic and highly annoying sight of Sparrow, hovering.
See? Perfect! Jack busily invading personal space to an extent that he surprises Norrington's eyes open, Elizabeth's indignant concern, and Will assuring Norrington that he may indeed kill Jack. All wonderful!
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