I always take forever to do pretty much anything, don't I? If procrastination was an Olympic discipline, I'd win gold for Denmark every time. ;-) Ah, well.
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elessil: 5 times James Norrington lost a button of his breeches.
1. He has barely been a midshipman for a month. They are in London, and the young gentlemen have been given leave to explore the town. Somehow he is seperated from the others (which means that it will be several years before he gets to see the menagerie at Tower - something the other boys aboard will make sure he never forgets) and stumbles into the less savory part of the docks, where harbour rats and cabin boys run in packs and pick on easy targets. A strangely gypsy-like boy interrupts the fight before it gets too out of hand, but he is still punished for the deplorable state of his uniform upon his return to the ship.
2. The night before Jack Sparrow is due to hang, he dismisses the guards from the jail and lets himself into the man's cell, intending to speak to the pirate, perhaps seek some form of absolution for what will happen come dawn. Alas, Sparrow has been drinking steadily all day, thanks to some unknown benefactor. As soon as James is inside the cell, the pirate stands, unsteadily, and takes a swing at him. And another. So, of course, James is forced to retaliate. Somehow it ends with the pair of them lying on the dirty hay on the cell floor, clothes so thoroughly in disarray that James' won't even know that a button or two has gone astray until his housekeeper complains about it the next day, sharing the bottle of killdevil and words that the killdevil will drive from his mind. It's not absolution, but it is something.
3. He is standing wet and dripping all over the English merchantman's deck and his uniform is waterlogged and filthy, the missing button of the breeches the least of his concerns. He stumbles to the side and is sick into the pure blue waters of the Mediterranean. Sailors are talking, pounding his back, telling him he has been fortunate, very fortunate, that they were there to pick him up. Privately, he can't help but feel that he would have deserved it if rescue had instead come in the shape of one of the Barbary galleys, that it would have been more just to each soul lost to Davy Jones' locker due to his obsession.
4. A button is lost one day in Tortuga, a victim of nothing more than common wear and tear. Far more memorable is the night he wakes to see the "lady" he retired with sitting bent over his uniform. At first he thinks she has some seamstress in her and a kindly soul. Then he realizes that she is industriously pick, pick, picking at what little gold lace is left on his ruined uniform.
5. It is at Will Turner and Elizabeth Swann's often delayed wedding. There is a maze, full of hidden nooks and crannies. There is a very impatient pirate. I'm sure you can imagine the rest of it yourselves...
1. He has barely been a midshipman for a month. They are in London, and the young gentlemen have been given leave to explore the town. Somehow he is seperated from the others (which means that it will be several years before he gets to see the menagerie at Tower - something the other boys aboard will make sure he never forgets) and stumbles into the less savory part of the docks, where harbour rats and cabin boys run in packs and pick on easy targets. A strangely gypsy-like boy interrupts the fight before it gets too out of hand, but he is still punished for the deplorable state of his uniform upon his return to the ship.
2. The night before Jack Sparrow is due to hang, he dismisses the guards from the jail and lets himself into the man's cell, intending to speak to the pirate, perhaps seek some form of absolution for what will happen come dawn. Alas, Sparrow has been drinking steadily all day, thanks to some unknown benefactor. As soon as James is inside the cell, the pirate stands, unsteadily, and takes a swing at him. And another. So, of course, James is forced to retaliate. Somehow it ends with the pair of them lying on the dirty hay on the cell floor, clothes so thoroughly in disarray that James' won't even know that a button or two has gone astray until his housekeeper complains about it the next day, sharing the bottle of killdevil and words that the killdevil will drive from his mind. It's not absolution, but it is something.
3. He is standing wet and dripping all over the English merchantman's deck and his uniform is waterlogged and filthy, the missing button of the breeches the least of his concerns. He stumbles to the side and is sick into the pure blue waters of the Mediterranean. Sailors are talking, pounding his back, telling him he has been fortunate, very fortunate, that they were there to pick him up. Privately, he can't help but feel that he would have deserved it if rescue had instead come in the shape of one of the Barbary galleys, that it would have been more just to each soul lost to Davy Jones' locker due to his obsession.
4. A button is lost one day in Tortuga, a victim of nothing more than common wear and tear. Far more memorable is the night he wakes to see the "lady" he retired with sitting bent over his uniform. At first he thinks she has some seamstress in her and a kindly soul. Then he realizes that she is industriously pick, pick, picking at what little gold lace is left on his ruined uniform.
5. It is at Will Turner and Elizabeth Swann's often delayed wedding. There is a maze, full of hidden nooks and crannies. There is a very impatient pirate. I'm sure you can imagine the rest of it yourselves...
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order_of_chaos: Five times Captain Jack Sparrow didn't mind the rum being gone.
1. On the third morning, when he wakes to find the rum runners' hole in the ground empty, he looks up and smiles at the chance to get off this god-forsaken spit of land, a chance to find his Pearl again. Even if it would have been nice with a bit of hair of the dog, savvy?
2. That morning on the beach outside of Singapore when he sees the dragons. A pair of them, huge, sinewy and beautiful - almost as beautiful as the Pearl herself. Every single scale reflecting the light of the morning sun like a multitude of gems and jewels, as the pair make the beast with, well, the way they're going at it it has to be the beast with a very high number of backs. Anyway, he's actually kind of glad he doesn't have any rum right then and there, because then he couldn't be quite as certain that they're actually there for him to see, savvy?
3. On the day of his hanging, the day his feet are once again walking on his Pearl's deck, his hands on her wheel. Who has time for worrying about petty things like rum right then and there? He can't even be bothered about it, when he learns that his fine crew, in their hurry to save him from the Navy, has not had time to take aboard a reasonable amount of supplies (i.e. the only rum aboard is in Mr. Gibbs' pocket flask and even accusations of mutiny cannot make him surrender it).
4. At dear William and Lizzie's wedding (which is a very nice wedding, even though the bride has prohibited the presence of rum - he doesn't even have to hold the vicar at gunpoint this time, unlike another Turner wedding he can think of). Anyway, there's no rum, admittedly, but there is an Admiral Norrington, looking ever so tasty in his new uniform. How is a simple pirate supposed to resist having himself a taste or two - or three or many, many more?
5. The morning after said wedding, when he is standing in the fine Admiral's fine kitchen - and the fine Admiral's housekeeper plucks the only bottle of rum in the house right out of his hands, without as much as a by-your-leave - oh, he minds then. Vocally so. Right up until she stuffs the first finished rum ball into his mouth. Afterwards, he will make it a habit to leave bottles of rum in that kitchen, surreptiously-like, savvy?
1. On the third morning, when he wakes to find the rum runners' hole in the ground empty, he looks up and smiles at the chance to get off this god-forsaken spit of land, a chance to find his Pearl again. Even if it would have been nice with a bit of hair of the dog, savvy?
2. That morning on the beach outside of Singapore when he sees the dragons. A pair of them, huge, sinewy and beautiful - almost as beautiful as the Pearl herself. Every single scale reflecting the light of the morning sun like a multitude of gems and jewels, as the pair make the beast with, well, the way they're going at it it has to be the beast with a very high number of backs. Anyway, he's actually kind of glad he doesn't have any rum right then and there, because then he couldn't be quite as certain that they're actually there for him to see, savvy?
3. On the day of his hanging, the day his feet are once again walking on his Pearl's deck, his hands on her wheel. Who has time for worrying about petty things like rum right then and there? He can't even be bothered about it, when he learns that his fine crew, in their hurry to save him from the Navy, has not had time to take aboard a reasonable amount of supplies (i.e. the only rum aboard is in Mr. Gibbs' pocket flask and even accusations of mutiny cannot make him surrender it).
4. At dear William and Lizzie's wedding (which is a very nice wedding, even though the bride has prohibited the presence of rum - he doesn't even have to hold the vicar at gunpoint this time, unlike another Turner wedding he can think of). Anyway, there's no rum, admittedly, but there is an Admiral Norrington, looking ever so tasty in his new uniform. How is a simple pirate supposed to resist having himself a taste or two - or three or many, many more?
5. The morning after said wedding, when he is standing in the fine Admiral's fine kitchen - and the fine Admiral's housekeeper plucks the only bottle of rum in the house right out of his hands, without as much as a by-your-leave - oh, he minds then. Vocally so. Right up until she stuffs the first finished rum ball into his mouth. Afterwards, he will make it a habit to leave bottles of rum in that kitchen, surreptiously-like, savvy?
ETA: By the way - does anybody else want to play with me?