'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: 2006-04-13 02:08 pm (UTC)Always possible though. I was thinking about what Gibbs said -- that not much was known about Jack before he shows up in Tortuga with plans to find the Isla de Muerta. (Which certainly messes with the premise of the Dark of the Moon/Picaresque universe, doesn't it?)
Glad you enjoyed all of these. Thanks for the thoughtful comments!
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Date: 2006-04-13 06:02 pm (UTC)Always possible though.
It just never occurred to me. 'Tis a wonderful/awful idea, though. Bet that would be one time in his life that Jack Sparrow had approximately zero desire to enter a tavern.
I was thinking about what Gibbs said -- that not much was known about Jack before he shows up in Tortuga with plans to find the Isla de Muerta. (Which certainly messes with the premise of the Dark of the Moon/Picaresque universe, doesn't it?)
Well, I know it's a stretch, but I figured Gibbs doesn't know much about Jack before that because the people who knew him from Picaresque/Dark of the Moon days have moved on or aren't talking. (And if you don't like that rationalization, I'll find another for you!)
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Date: 2006-04-13 07:15 pm (UTC)I can see us being endlessly inventive in that respect. Lizzie's Young!Jack universe is too, too wonderful.