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pirate_jack) wrote2006-07-28 02:47 am
pirate_jack) wrote2006-07-28 02:47 am
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TF: Running Before the Storm
They've sailed from Tripoli to Singapore, the Horn to the Hope, Bombay to Tortuga and more. Weeks, even months of travel in the normal course of things, all compressed through the use of the astrolabe's magic to cheat both time and space.
(tempus frangit)
They'd spent the previous night celebrating in port, in Tortuga. The crew had scattered quickly to spend a goodly portion of their coin in drunken carousing. Jack had led his "guests" into his favorite tavern-- where Svava's blonde beauty had attracted a great deal of interest.
Not for long, however, as Archie's first and only question to the barkeep had been,
"Are the beds clean?"
Upon receiving both a hearty affirmative and a room key, he'd turned and taken his wife in his arms, lifting her up so she could wrap her legs around his waist. The two of them had vanished upstairs while Wellard looked on in shock at this much of a breach in propriety, blushing furiously.
Jack had just grinned and snagged a bottle of rum for himself, then slung an arm around the lad's shoulders and led him off to another table.
"Allow me to explain, son."
A day later, the Black Pearl is back under normal sail once more, en route to the Isla de Muerta. There, the rest of the treasure will be safely stored away, and the three visitors from Milliways will cross the portal to return to the bar.
In contrast to how the weather has been for the last few days, the sky at the moment has turned surprisingly clear, with a strong following wind and gently swelling seas.
Of course, the easy sailing means that Jack's got plenty of time to continue his explanation.
They'd spent the previous night celebrating in port, in Tortuga. The crew had scattered quickly to spend a goodly portion of their coin in drunken carousing. Jack had led his "guests" into his favorite tavern-- where Svava's blonde beauty had attracted a great deal of interest.
Not for long, however, as Archie's first and only question to the barkeep had been,
"Are the beds clean?"
Upon receiving both a hearty affirmative and a room key, he'd turned and taken his wife in his arms, lifting her up so she could wrap her legs around his waist. The two of them had vanished upstairs while Wellard looked on in shock at this much of a breach in propriety, blushing furiously.
Jack had just grinned and snagged a bottle of rum for himself, then slung an arm around the lad's shoulders and led him off to another table.
"Allow me to explain, son."
A day later, the Black Pearl is back under normal sail once more, en route to the Isla de Muerta. There, the rest of the treasure will be safely stored away, and the three visitors from Milliways will cross the portal to return to the bar.
In contrast to how the weather has been for the last few days, the sky at the moment has turned surprisingly clear, with a strong following wind and gently swelling seas.
Of course, the easy sailing means that Jack's got plenty of time to continue his explanation.
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Nothing to do but ride the storm, and try to keep the ship together and all the crew on board and the elements try their best to tear them apart. Orders are shouted but not heard, prayers are gasped to half a dozen dieties. It is all they can do to keep themselves upright.
At more than one point, Archie has to grab a sailor that's missed his footing and slipped. Once it is him that needs to be hauled upright. Wellard ought to be proud of the job he did mending the sails, they're holding. Holding.
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Hello? Can anyone hear me?
It could be worse. Much worse. There are dancing shadows, things still rattling and flailing in their lashings, water splashing underfoot, and the whole world keeps tilting crazily-
Is anyone there?
It could be worse. It could be dark as well. The crew down there realizes this, so the cold, dancing lights on the air are rather ignored in the rest of the chaos, except for the knowing it could be dark here, as well.
Please?
And it could be worse.
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Dangerous, yes- But what needs to be done, must be done, or else-
So hands aloft into the rigging, life lines tied securely. And through the water and wind, as they work to get the sail pulled and tied while keeping their grips on the ropes, Wellard risks a glance to the storm-swept horizon. He can see two of Norrington's ships still there, before the waves rise and obscure even that.
And even if they are trying to flee him and the navy, he includes them in his prayers for safety.
The sea does not take sides.
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Lashed fast to the wheel, Jack Sparrow struggles to guide his ship through the onslaught of both sky and sea. Ahead of them, just barely visible through the sheeting rain, there's nothing but a black wall of cloud whirling straight toward them-- the heart of the storm.
He has only a split-second to judge the spiral, to see how the cloud moves and what it shows him -- and even less to act.
This time, Jack spins the wheel hard to starboard, catching the new wind at the center of the hurricane.
Lightning crashes once more, and then the Black Pearl is lost from view as the clouds descend upon her.