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were_lemurThis fic is rated: G
Fandom: Pirates of the Caribbean
Characters: Her Most Piratical Majesty, Captain Jack Sparrow, mentions of other characters (both living and dead)
Summary: what it says on the tin
Spoilers: for At World's End
Word Count: 257
Feedback: yes, please! Concrit welcomed.
Distribution: archiving, linking or remixing ok, just credit me and drop me a line!
Author's Note: I tried to resist, but once I heard Jack saying that last line, it was inevitable I'd have to write the fic that it went to sooner or later.
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pirategasm, potc_fic
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Disclaimer: PotC belongs to Disney. Characters will be played with nicely and returned to them in good condition when I'm done. No infringement is intended, please don't sue me!
"A letter, your nibs. A communiqué, as it were."
Elizabeth snatched the letter from Jack's outstretched fingers, half-expecting him to jerk it away at the last moment. It was unsealed -- or Jack had removed the seal -- and written in an elegant copperplate script.
So her correspondent was an educated man. Curiosity drew her eyes down to the signature.
Yours, James Norrington
"Jack, this is from -- "
"Yes, it's from your formerly dead former commodore."
"He's alive?"
Jack sighed in an exaggerated display of patience. "I would have thought that would be obvious from the 'formerly dead' part of the description."
"But how? I saw -- "
"Calypso. She resurrected him so that he could deliver a message. Hence said communiqué to the Pirate King, also known as yourself."
"But why wouldn't he deliver it personally?"
"I can't imagine. Couldn't possibly be anything to do with the frequency that men in your immediate vicinity end up no longer among the living."
"That's not -- "
"True?" He began to count on his fingers. "Barbossa, though that was clearly not your fault. Sao Feng. Your William. Cutler Beckett, may he rest in pieces." He posed, with his hand on his chest. "And let us not forget the most important member of that unfortunate fraternity."
She gave him what was supposed to be an exasperated glare, but he only grinned. "Or," he said, "perhaps he merely wished to avoid the social awkwardness attendant upon introducing the former future Mrs. Commodore to the current future Mrs. Former Commodore."
Fandom: Pirates of the Caribbean
Characters: Her Most Piratical Majesty, Captain Jack Sparrow, mentions of other characters (both living and dead)
Summary: what it says on the tin
Spoilers: for At World's End
Word Count: 257
Feedback: yes, please! Concrit welcomed.
Distribution: archiving, linking or remixing ok, just credit me and drop me a line!
Author's Note: I tried to resist, but once I heard Jack saying that last line, it was inevitable I'd have to write the fic that it went to sooner or later.
Cross-Posted
were_lemur, pirategasm, potc_ficMy FanFic Masterlist
Disclaimer: PotC belongs to Disney. Characters will be played with nicely and returned to them in good condition when I'm done. No infringement is intended, please don't sue me!
"A letter, your nibs. A communiqué, as it were."
Elizabeth snatched the letter from Jack's outstretched fingers, half-expecting him to jerk it away at the last moment. It was unsealed -- or Jack had removed the seal -- and written in an elegant copperplate script.
So her correspondent was an educated man. Curiosity drew her eyes down to the signature.
Yours, James Norrington
"Jack, this is from -- "
"Yes, it's from your formerly dead former commodore."
"He's alive?"
Jack sighed in an exaggerated display of patience. "I would have thought that would be obvious from the 'formerly dead' part of the description."
"But how? I saw -- "
"Calypso. She resurrected him so that he could deliver a message. Hence said communiqué to the Pirate King, also known as yourself."
"But why wouldn't he deliver it personally?"
"I can't imagine. Couldn't possibly be anything to do with the frequency that men in your immediate vicinity end up no longer among the living."
"That's not -- "
"True?" He began to count on his fingers. "Barbossa, though that was clearly not your fault. Sao Feng. Your William. Cutler Beckett, may he rest in pieces." He posed, with his hand on his chest. "And let us not forget the most important member of that unfortunate fraternity."
She gave him what was supposed to be an exasperated glare, but he only grinned. "Or," he said, "perhaps he merely wished to avoid the social awkwardness attendant upon introducing the former future Mrs. Commodore to the current future Mrs. Former Commodore."
