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A few more drabbles I've posted on the Black Pearl Sails yahoo group recently. 100 words each.
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Health
I was over. They'd won and Jack was safely home on the magically restored Pearl. Now it was late and they were aching, exhausted, but loathe to leave one another to sleep. "Here's a health to the company - " Someone had begun singing an hour ago and one by one they'd joined in. " - and one to my lass - " The Pearl rolled gently, creaking as if she were singing along. " - Let's drink and be merry all out of one glass . . . . " Gibbs' flask made the rounds (he'd somehow managed to procure a new one) along with several bottles. All was right at last.
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Here's a health to the company and one to my lass
Let us drink and be merry all out of one glass
Let us drink and be merry, all grief to refrain
For we may and might never all meet here again.
Our ship lies at harbor, she's ready to dock
I hope she's safe landed without any shock
If ever we should meet again by land or by sea
I will always remember your kindness to me.
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Wealth
He’d been wealthy, wealthier than he’d realized, rich as God Himself. He’d commanded ships, commanded respect, and while he couldn’t command love, he could have nurtured it. Look at him now – puking pig slop over the side of a pirate ship, swabbing the deck with his ruined wig, answering to his nemesis…. No amount of pirate swag would bring him the wealth he once knew and hadn’t appreciated. That hear, though – that was another matter. If he had it, he could buy a pardon, a ship, a command. This time he’d hold on to the wealth he’d lost so wantonly.
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Bright
Every one of them had kohl rimmed round their eyes, thick and black as soot. Even that didn’t keep their eyes from tearing in the bright whiteness of this land.
They’d traveled south and south, so far south the moon tipped over, the north star vanished; farther still and summer lay behind them, replaced by this cold, white land, this harsh, heatless, blinding sun at the end of the world.
Never had they known anything so bright. But it would dim, they knew, before the brightness of the joy they would feel if they could bring Jack Sparrow home again.
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“This Can’t Be”
No. Even as she leaned again over the side of the becalmed Pearl, Elizabeth denied what was happening to her.
This could not be! She was no strumpet, giving herself to all and sundry. Once, sick with grief – Will lost on the journey home – she’d sought comfort from Jack and he had given it.
Now . . . now she sought him out again. “I don’t know how many bastards you might have left behind, Jack Sparrow,” she said defiantly, “but this one is staying with us.”
Smiling, he comforted her once again. “No, Lizzie,” he said. “This one’ll not be a bastard.”
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Health
I was over. They'd won and Jack was safely home on the magically restored Pearl. Now it was late and they were aching, exhausted, but loathe to leave one another to sleep. "Here's a health to the company - " Someone had begun singing an hour ago and one by one they'd joined in. " - and one to my lass - " The Pearl rolled gently, creaking as if she were singing along. " - Let's drink and be merry all out of one glass . . . . " Gibbs' flask made the rounds (he'd somehow managed to procure a new one) along with several bottles. All was right at last.
---
Here's a health to the company and one to my lass
Let us drink and be merry all out of one glass
Let us drink and be merry, all grief to refrain
For we may and might never all meet here again.
Our ship lies at harbor, she's ready to dock
I hope she's safe landed without any shock
If ever we should meet again by land or by sea
I will always remember your kindness to me.
***
Wealth
He’d been wealthy, wealthier than he’d realized, rich as God Himself. He’d commanded ships, commanded respect, and while he couldn’t command love, he could have nurtured it. Look at him now – puking pig slop over the side of a pirate ship, swabbing the deck with his ruined wig, answering to his nemesis…. No amount of pirate swag would bring him the wealth he once knew and hadn’t appreciated. That hear, though – that was another matter. If he had it, he could buy a pardon, a ship, a command. This time he’d hold on to the wealth he’d lost so wantonly.
***
Bright
Every one of them had kohl rimmed round their eyes, thick and black as soot. Even that didn’t keep their eyes from tearing in the bright whiteness of this land.
They’d traveled south and south, so far south the moon tipped over, the north star vanished; farther still and summer lay behind them, replaced by this cold, white land, this harsh, heatless, blinding sun at the end of the world.
Never had they known anything so bright. But it would dim, they knew, before the brightness of the joy they would feel if they could bring Jack Sparrow home again.
***
“This Can’t Be”
No. Even as she leaned again over the side of the becalmed Pearl, Elizabeth denied what was happening to her.
This could not be! She was no strumpet, giving herself to all and sundry. Once, sick with grief – Will lost on the journey home – she’d sought comfort from Jack and he had given it.
Now . . . now she sought him out again. “I don’t know how many bastards you might have left behind, Jack Sparrow,” she said defiantly, “but this one is staying with us.”
Smiling, he comforted her once again. “No, Lizzie,” he said. “This one’ll not be a bastard.”
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