[Fic/RP-hook] Games Pirates Play
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choosingasideTitle: Games Pirates Play
Pairing: Jack/Jamie
Word Count: 348
Rating: PG
Summary: It's Jack's turn to do the chasing.
Notes: Occurs shortly after the deeds planned out here.
Found in Jack's bed, after a certain expedition to Cuba, on top of a neatly-folded coat, such as would be worn by a commodore in His Majesty's Navy.
My dearest Captain Sparrow,
Having given your remarks about missing the chase all due consideration, and considering that so notorious a pirate as yourself would loathe boredom in all forms, I've taken it upon myself to make your life a bit more interesting.
You've likely already noticed my absence. Several of the men we freed seemed to have a desperate desire to turn pirate, and, as their primary motive was revenge against the men (though I hesitate to use that term) who had brought them here, I felt it only decent to oblige them with certain lessons in seamanship. And as there was, in fact, a ship that formerly served for the transport of slaves left unattended, it likewise seemed fitting that I commandeer it for my own purposes.
I've no great desire to be parted from your for long, though, and so I must humbly point out that it is, in fact, your turn to do the chasing. I look forward to being caught, and will do everything in my power to make the rewards worth your while.
That said, I'm certain that a pirate of your skills would find a former commodore and his admittedly inexperienced crew no great challenge. When I first began chasing you, I did, in fact, give you a one-day head start, so certain was I of eventual success. In the spirit of fairness, I request the same.
Post Script– As you are, in fact, a pirate, and I place little trust in your sense of fairness, I may have made a few minor, practically insignificant alterations to the Pearl. None that would cause her any real damage, as I would never mistreat so fair a lady, esp. not one so dear to your heart, but enough that you should have some trouble setting out for a day or so.
I do love you, you ridiculous scoundrel.
Pairing: Jack/Jamie
Word Count: 348
Rating: PG
Summary: It's Jack's turn to do the chasing.
Notes: Occurs shortly after the deeds planned out here.
Found in Jack's bed, after a certain expedition to Cuba, on top of a neatly-folded coat, such as would be worn by a commodore in His Majesty's Navy.
My dearest Captain Sparrow,
Having given your remarks about missing the chase all due consideration, and considering that so notorious a pirate as yourself would loathe boredom in all forms, I've taken it upon myself to make your life a bit more interesting.
You've likely already noticed my absence. Several of the men we freed seemed to have a desperate desire to turn pirate, and, as their primary motive was revenge against the men (though I hesitate to use that term) who had brought them here, I felt it only decent to oblige them with certain lessons in seamanship. And as there was, in fact, a ship that formerly served for the transport of slaves left unattended, it likewise seemed fitting that I commandeer it for my own purposes.
I've no great desire to be parted from your for long, though, and so I must humbly point out that it is, in fact, your turn to do the chasing. I look forward to being caught, and will do everything in my power to make the rewards worth your while.
That said, I'm certain that a pirate of your skills would find a former commodore and his admittedly inexperienced crew no great challenge. When I first began chasing you, I did, in fact, give you a one-day head start, so certain was I of eventual success. In the spirit of fairness, I request the same.
Yours most sincerely,
Comm Captain James Norrington
Post Script– As you are, in fact, a pirate, and I place little trust in your sense of fairness, I may have made a few minor, practically insignificant alterations to the Pearl. None that would cause her any real damage, as I would never mistreat so fair a lady, esp. not one so dear to your heart, but enough that you should have some trouble setting out for a day or so.
I do love you, you ridiculous scoundrel.
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Date: 2010-03-29 03:00 am (UTC)Throwing the door open, he shouts, "Mr. Gibbs, make her ready to set sail! Start by checking the rudder chain!"
He then slams the door shut, lays down on the bed Jamie vacated only this morning, brings the coat to his face, and breathes.