Post by Reens on Dec 9, 2005 21:21:40 GMT -5
A/N: One in the series challenges I am writing for blah blah.
Ambers crackled at the chords of cool night breeze in a never-ending chase of their flickering counterparts. The bonfire bearing witness to the succession of an odd reunion at the Caribbean beach. A pirate, a blacksmith, and a lady; silhouettes in orange glare. The three figures spoke animately over the diatonic symphony of the perpetually crashing waves. The pirate laying casually on the sand, bottle of his precious drink inclined every so often to his mouth while the blacksmith sat alight, looking at his friend face propped on the shoulder of his lady love, whom sat with her back to him tucked in his loose embrace, “you two always cheat!”
“Ah... pirate!”
“Ah... Elizabeth!” she emphasized, as if embellishing in a known fact.
Jack tsk'ed at Will shaking his head disapprovingly, “'onestly lad, have you learned nothin' from us?”
“Oh codswellop he is not as innocent as he seems,” indulged Elizabeth.
At which the pirate had arched his brow suggestively, “Aye. She would know.”
“Jack!” giving a warninglook to the pirate sitting across she turned her head slightly to the mirth of presence behind her, “alright, your turn Will.”
“Whats the point? You know you both cheat. I know you both cheat. May the biggest cheater win. My money's on Jack,” Will joked receiving a playful swat from Elizabeth for his efforts, “only because he does it for a living darling,” he amended, softly pecking her cheek. Giving her a look which would be described centuries later as, being whipped.
Rolling his eyes at the affectionate couple the captain mumbled sarcastically, “ 'int 'e a perceptive one.”
“Alright, lets play another game,” Elizabeth suggested, inciting a collective groan from both men, “what? You two have a better idea?” she challenged, “didn't think so. How about someone picks a word and the next person say the first word that comes to their mind--”
“Good I'll start,” Jack interrupted, “irritating,” he gritted,trading a mischievous grin with the younger man whose expression said 'not-falling-for-that'.
“I can think of a rudely interrupting individual,” Elizabeth caught their little exchange, not a moment too soon.
Will's eyes narrowed in a scold, “Elizabeth,” but Jack's cocky grin was short lived as Will finished, “I thought it was supposed to be one word.”
Elizabeth giggled, “Jack.”
“Tha's Cap'n Cap'n Jack Sparrow to ye. And ye,” he corrected, giving Will a pointed look, “...ye traitor.”
“Child,” Will supplied supposedly still playing the game although his amused grin said otherwise.
“Eunuch,” replied Jack.
“Drunkard,” Will piped.
“Rum!” Jack spaced out with a pleased smile, taking a long swig from the bottle in hand. The insult to Will's dismay- lost on him. Elizabeth though smirked teasingly, “...burning,” sprouting a spray of the said liquid from the pirates mouth.
Jack eyed her menacingly, “devil-woman.”
“Hey! I said one word,” she repeated, still grinning. Uncharistically bent on following rules if only to push buttons.
“Tha' would 'ave ta do until Satan finds 'is...” he pondered, forming a lewd interpretation with the sway of his hands, “womanly parts.”
Will albeit enjoying the crimson heat the insinuation prompted on Elizabeth's cheeks, came torescue, “Woman...hmm. Passion,” seeing as he's only observed one woman closely other than his mother. And there was no other word to better describe her. At least to him. He tightened his grip around her waist lovingly.
Elizabeth snuggled further back into Will's form as she spoke wondrously, “Passion- Love.” Mindful of her fortune in experiencing the sheer delight of finally having her love returned, she beamed in its ardor.
“Love.” Jack picked up the word. His eyes sparkling with a distant landscape yet to scan, adventures yet to meet, challenges yet unknown, without a second thought he related the word he found best suited, “Freedom.”
He was a 'Sparrow' after all.
Freedom
Ambers crackled at the chords of cool night breeze in a never-ending chase of their flickering counterparts. The bonfire bearing witness to the succession of an odd reunion at the Caribbean beach. A pirate, a blacksmith, and a lady; silhouettes in orange glare. The three figures spoke animately over the diatonic symphony of the perpetually crashing waves. The pirate laying casually on the sand, bottle of his precious drink inclined every so often to his mouth while the blacksmith sat alight, looking at his friend face propped on the shoulder of his lady love, whom sat with her back to him tucked in his loose embrace, “you two always cheat!”
“Ah... pirate!”
“Ah... Elizabeth!” she emphasized, as if embellishing in a known fact.
Jack tsk'ed at Will shaking his head disapprovingly, “'onestly lad, have you learned nothin' from us?”
“Oh codswellop he is not as innocent as he seems,” indulged Elizabeth.
At which the pirate had arched his brow suggestively, “Aye. She would know.”
“Jack!” giving a warninglook to the pirate sitting across she turned her head slightly to the mirth of presence behind her, “alright, your turn Will.”
“Whats the point? You know you both cheat. I know you both cheat. May the biggest cheater win. My money's on Jack,” Will joked receiving a playful swat from Elizabeth for his efforts, “only because he does it for a living darling,” he amended, softly pecking her cheek. Giving her a look which would be described centuries later as, being whipped.
Rolling his eyes at the affectionate couple the captain mumbled sarcastically, “ 'int 'e a perceptive one.”
“Alright, lets play another game,” Elizabeth suggested, inciting a collective groan from both men, “what? You two have a better idea?” she challenged, “didn't think so. How about someone picks a word and the next person say the first word that comes to their mind--”
“Good I'll start,” Jack interrupted, “irritating,” he gritted,trading a mischievous grin with the younger man whose expression said 'not-falling-for-that'.
“I can think of a rudely interrupting individual,” Elizabeth caught their little exchange, not a moment too soon.
Will's eyes narrowed in a scold, “Elizabeth,” but Jack's cocky grin was short lived as Will finished, “I thought it was supposed to be one word.”
Elizabeth giggled, “Jack.”
“Tha's Cap'n Cap'n Jack Sparrow to ye. And ye,” he corrected, giving Will a pointed look, “...ye traitor.”
“Child,” Will supplied supposedly still playing the game although his amused grin said otherwise.
“Eunuch,” replied Jack.
“Drunkard,” Will piped.
“Rum!” Jack spaced out with a pleased smile, taking a long swig from the bottle in hand. The insult to Will's dismay- lost on him. Elizabeth though smirked teasingly, “...burning,” sprouting a spray of the said liquid from the pirates mouth.
Jack eyed her menacingly, “devil-woman.”
“Hey! I said one word,” she repeated, still grinning. Uncharistically bent on following rules if only to push buttons.
“Tha' would 'ave ta do until Satan finds 'is...” he pondered, forming a lewd interpretation with the sway of his hands, “womanly parts.”
Will albeit enjoying the crimson heat the insinuation prompted on Elizabeth's cheeks, came torescue, “Woman...hmm. Passion,” seeing as he's only observed one woman closely other than his mother. And there was no other word to better describe her. At least to him. He tightened his grip around her waist lovingly.
Elizabeth snuggled further back into Will's form as she spoke wondrously, “Passion- Love.” Mindful of her fortune in experiencing the sheer delight of finally having her love returned, she beamed in its ardor.
“Love.” Jack picked up the word. His eyes sparkling with a distant landscape yet to scan, adventures yet to meet, challenges yet unknown, without a second thought he related the word he found best suited, “Freedom.”
He was a 'Sparrow' after all.
