'Delay' Drabbles
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trinityday finally issued a drabble challenge for this week, appropriately themed, Delay. My Drabble Muse has been on vacation for a few weeks, but I came up with no less than FOUR replies to this challenge, each exactly a hundred words!
~ Waiting for the Opportune Moment ~
Three weeks. Three weeks since he’d been here last, repairing, provisioning, boasting of his plan to find the Isla de Muerta and the Treasure of Cortez.
Pride goeth before a fall.
Lord, wasn’t that the truth?. Battered, frayed. Shipless. They didn’t know the details, but he heard their laughter.
Captain Jack Sparrow.
To hell with ‘em. And to hell with the gold! ‘Twas the Pearl, his darling in the hands of another, that was nigh killing him.
But it wouldn’t.
Barbossa’d smiled, giving him the pistol. How long before he’d use it to wipe that smile from the bastard’s face?
o-o-o
Captain Norrington, recently returned from England, had chuckled at the gilt-edged invitation. Elizabeth Swann, headstrong, coltish hoyden that she was, making her debut? She couldn’t have changed that much in the time he’d been gone!
But she had.
He was, to put it in the vernacular, knocked acock.
He had one dance with her, and she was amused, polite, and entirely uninterested.
Swann came up beside him. “I told you, didn’t I?”
James smiled, wryly. “You did.”
Swann smiled, too, and said quietly, “Don’t worry, James. She’s young yet. Give it time.”
James nodded, resolving to take his advice.
o-o-o
Will rushed, unhindered, toward the gaol, to the only creature in Port Royal who might know the Black Pearl’s whereabouts.
“This is not the moment for rash actions,” Norrington had said, but he was dead wrong! Every moment Elizabeth remained with those vermin increased the likelihood of her suffering.
It could not be borne!
And to dismiss Sparrow’s importance, without even questioning him, was idiocy!
Do not make the mistake of thinking you are the only man here who cares for Elizabeth.
Will smiled bitterly. No, he wouldn’t make that mistake. Nor would that be the mistake Norrington would regret.
o-o-o
We still have a month, maybe more. Keep a weather eye open for passing ships and our chances’ll be fair.
Elizabeth sat smoldering beside her strange companion, occasional sips of vileness merely adding fuel to her pent fire.
When had he changed from a man who made legends to one who had legends thrust upon him? His implication that they could do nothing – nothing, save raise a glass to the doomed – was entirely unacceptable.
And unnecessary.
She would demonstrate, presently, perforce. His resignation, and condescension at her impatience were intolerable.
She would brook no delay.
~.~
trinityday finally issued a drabble challenge for this week, appropriately themed, Delay. My Drabble Muse has been on vacation for a few weeks, but I came up with no less than FOUR replies to this challenge, each exactly a hundred words!~ Waiting for the Opportune Moment ~
Three weeks. Three weeks since he’d been here last, repairing, provisioning, boasting of his plan to find the Isla de Muerta and the Treasure of Cortez.
Pride goeth before a fall.
Lord, wasn’t that the truth?. Battered, frayed. Shipless. They didn’t know the details, but he heard their laughter.
Captain Jack Sparrow.
To hell with ‘em. And to hell with the gold! ‘Twas the Pearl, his darling in the hands of another, that was nigh killing him.
But it wouldn’t.
Barbossa’d smiled, giving him the pistol. How long before he’d use it to wipe that smile from the bastard’s face?
o-o-o
Captain Norrington, recently returned from England, had chuckled at the gilt-edged invitation. Elizabeth Swann, headstrong, coltish hoyden that she was, making her debut? She couldn’t have changed that much in the time he’d been gone!
But she had.
He was, to put it in the vernacular, knocked acock.
He had one dance with her, and she was amused, polite, and entirely uninterested.
Swann came up beside him. “I told you, didn’t I?”
James smiled, wryly. “You did.”
Swann smiled, too, and said quietly, “Don’t worry, James. She’s young yet. Give it time.”
James nodded, resolving to take his advice.
o-o-o
Will rushed, unhindered, toward the gaol, to the only creature in Port Royal who might know the Black Pearl’s whereabouts.
“This is not the moment for rash actions,” Norrington had said, but he was dead wrong! Every moment Elizabeth remained with those vermin increased the likelihood of her suffering.
It could not be borne!
And to dismiss Sparrow’s importance, without even questioning him, was idiocy!
Do not make the mistake of thinking you are the only man here who cares for Elizabeth.
Will smiled bitterly. No, he wouldn’t make that mistake. Nor would that be the mistake Norrington would regret.
o-o-o
We still have a month, maybe more. Keep a weather eye open for passing ships and our chances’ll be fair.
Elizabeth sat smoldering beside her strange companion, occasional sips of vileness merely adding fuel to her pent fire.
When had he changed from a man who made legends to one who had legends thrust upon him? His implication that they could do nothing – nothing, save raise a glass to the doomed – was entirely unacceptable.
And unnecessary.
She would demonstrate, presently, perforce. His resignation, and condescension at her impatience were intolerable.
She would brook no delay.
~.~
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Date: 2006-04-11 06:12 pm (UTC)First
Good description of that painful return to where pride went before the fall. But of course Jack will never let even his own failure stop him. I love his determination not to let anything kill him.
Second
Such a charming picture of poor James having the sticks knocked from under him and also of Elizabeth's indifference. Poor Swann and Norrington. The best laid plots of mice and men gang aft agley.
Third
I love Will knowing that time was of the essence for Elizabeth. If he'd been ten minutes later they'd have spilled all her blood just to be sure. And this line, to dismiss Sparrow’s importance, without even questioning him, was idiocy! Ain't that the truth. Dear James, much as I love the guy, was not at the top of his form in that movie. Will did not live to regret his rashness, but Norrington did his caution.
Fourth
Elizabeth is so wonderful plotting to storm heaven in spite of piratey uncooperation.
one who had legends thrust upon him Runnin' between the raindrops 'e is.
Again rashness wins the day.
All of these a quite lovely. Say thank you to your muse for me.
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Date: 2006-04-12 01:01 am (UTC)