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permetaform) wrote2010-07-14 08:46 pm
permetaform) wrote2010-07-14 08:46 pm
[repost] post AWE ficlet thingie
title: a rousing battle and a bit o' romance
rating: gen
summary: crew chatter
author'note: just a bit of fun, old. Unlocking it finally.
A beauteous day we 'ave here, eh? Bright and fine for a rousing battle and a bit o' romance eh? Wot? Ah! Pardon, I fergot y'just joined.
Well, the Dutchman's captain missed his and our King's first appointment because there was a truly atrocious backlog of work.
(Not that he entirely *dislikes* the work per se, 'ccording to somes, 'cause it's something horribly necessary, and the duty of a right honorable job as it t'were pleases the fellow)
It was all to be a week after their honeymoon and they'd planned on passing like two ships in the night, pining lovers ne'er to touch in ten years, lady fair behind a banister and her fair swain calling to her from an unfathomable gulf, tearfully hurtled love notes and shouted endearments...and the Captain Turner missed her boat. Not all his fault, mind.
The long and short of it is that ships drift, that the ocean herself is a right flighty and changeable creature, and that there was none dead on King Elizabeth's ship for her dear Will to bloodhound onto. Which, alls considered, is for the best that there's no undead ghoulies lurking around the Pirate King (best for the ghoulies that is, consid'ring her tendancy of killing thems wot gets near her).
And so's the Captain Turner was late and the King got into a snit. And that's why we have ourselves a mighty fine battle with the British Navy this fine morn!
What? Of *course* it has somethin' to do with the price of spice in the Indies, these here handful islands is all sorts of perfect for an ambush, see? And easily defensible once taken.
It would be two birds with a single stone, what with taking the islands for a meeting point and using the battle's dead to lure the Dutchman. Three birds, if you considers the merchantmen we might ambush in the future.
Four birds, if you count that Captain Jack Sparrow what's being held in their brig.
rating: gen
summary: crew chatter
author'note: just a bit of fun, old. Unlocking it finally.
A beauteous day we 'ave here, eh? Bright and fine for a rousing battle and a bit o' romance eh? Wot? Ah! Pardon, I fergot y'just joined.
Well, the Dutchman's captain missed his and our King's first appointment because there was a truly atrocious backlog of work.
(Not that he entirely *dislikes* the work per se, 'ccording to somes, 'cause it's something horribly necessary, and the duty of a right honorable job as it t'were pleases the fellow)
It was all to be a week after their honeymoon and they'd planned on passing like two ships in the night, pining lovers ne'er to touch in ten years, lady fair behind a banister and her fair swain calling to her from an unfathomable gulf, tearfully hurtled love notes and shouted endearments...and the Captain Turner missed her boat. Not all his fault, mind.
The long and short of it is that ships drift, that the ocean herself is a right flighty and changeable creature, and that there was none dead on King Elizabeth's ship for her dear Will to bloodhound onto. Which, alls considered, is for the best that there's no undead ghoulies lurking around the Pirate King (best for the ghoulies that is, consid'ring her tendancy of killing thems wot gets near her).
And so's the Captain Turner was late and the King got into a snit. And that's why we have ourselves a mighty fine battle with the British Navy this fine morn!
What? Of *course* it has somethin' to do with the price of spice in the Indies, these here handful islands is all sorts of perfect for an ambush, see? And easily defensible once taken.
It would be two birds with a single stone, what with taking the islands for a meeting point and using the battle's dead to lure the Dutchman. Three birds, if you considers the merchantmen we might ambush in the future.
Four birds, if you count that Captain Jack Sparrow what's being held in their brig.