Double Drabble: Foiled Again
Sep. 2nd, 2005 02:22 pmBy Honorat
Rating: G
Disclaimer: How many times must I ask you to call me the owner of POTC? At least one more time—as always.
Summary: The one day’s head start has long since gone and the pirate hunt is on. The Dauntless runs across the Black Pearl. Norrington is having a bad day. For the “Believe” Challenge at Black Pearl Sails.
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“I don’t believe this!” Lieutenant Gillette exclaimed more in exasperation than surprise. “He’s done it again!”
Commodore Norrington didn’t have to ask what he meant. The luff in the Dauntless’s sails told the story. Somewhere on this ship, Norrington thought, disgruntled, Lieutenant Groves was laughing. Groves was unquestionably loyal—always throwing himself into the traditional Sparrow-hunt with skillful enthusiasm. But he displayed a regrettable lack of chagrin when that infamous pirate thumbed his nose at the British Navy yet again.
The Black Pearl had been harassing merchant shipping and leading the Navy on a merry chase all over the Caribbean for more than six months since having that day’s head start. Somehow the notorious Jack Sparrow, when he could be found at all, always managed to maneuver Norrington’s ships into untenable positions for pursuit—into unexpected opposing currents or unfavourable shifts in the wind or, as now, into dead lulls.
Far off their port beam, the Black Pearl curveted gracefully away from the Dauntless, kicking up her heels with a saucy flirt of charcoal sails. If he didn’t know better, Norrington thought, he would swear that Jack Sparrow carried the wind in his fists.
Rating: G
Disclaimer: How many times must I ask you to call me the owner of POTC? At least one more time—as always.
Summary: The one day’s head start has long since gone and the pirate hunt is on. The Dauntless runs across the Black Pearl. Norrington is having a bad day. For the “Believe” Challenge at Black Pearl Sails.
* * * *
“I don’t believe this!” Lieutenant Gillette exclaimed more in exasperation than surprise. “He’s done it again!”
Commodore Norrington didn’t have to ask what he meant. The luff in the Dauntless’s sails told the story. Somewhere on this ship, Norrington thought, disgruntled, Lieutenant Groves was laughing. Groves was unquestionably loyal—always throwing himself into the traditional Sparrow-hunt with skillful enthusiasm. But he displayed a regrettable lack of chagrin when that infamous pirate thumbed his nose at the British Navy yet again.
The Black Pearl had been harassing merchant shipping and leading the Navy on a merry chase all over the Caribbean for more than six months since having that day’s head start. Somehow the notorious Jack Sparrow, when he could be found at all, always managed to maneuver Norrington’s ships into untenable positions for pursuit—into unexpected opposing currents or unfavourable shifts in the wind or, as now, into dead lulls.
Far off their port beam, the Black Pearl curveted gracefully away from the Dauntless, kicking up her heels with a saucy flirt of charcoal sails. If he didn’t know better, Norrington thought, he would swear that Jack Sparrow carried the wind in his fists.
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Date: 2005-09-02 09:19 pm (UTC)I love this description too: the Black Pearl curveted gracefully away from the Dauntless, kicking up her heels with a saucy flirt of charcoal sails. She is a saucy wench.
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Date: 2005-09-02 10:53 pm (UTC)The Black Pearl would have to be a saucy wench to keep her captain in line! And I like to think she has as much fun taunting the Dauntless as Jack has outwitting Norrington.
Thanks for the lovely comment.
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Date: 2005-09-02 09:40 pm (UTC)...you mean he doesn't...?
*grins*
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Date: 2005-09-02 10:54 pm (UTC)