The dread interview meme has returned - be afraid, be very afraid

1. Leave a comment saying you want to be interviewed.
2. I'll reply and give you five questions to answer.
3. You'll update your LJ with the five questions answered.
4. You'll include this explanation.
5. You ask other people five questions when they want to be interviewed. And it just keeps going, and going, and going.

Questions from hils 

1. If you could live anywhere in the world where would it be?
Well, maybe a Denmark that had been magically moved to the Mediterranean or the Caribbean... (what can I say, I like Denmark - apart from the climate...)

2. What would you name your pirate ship?
I'm terrible at naming things. Terrible, I tell you. Hmmm, maybe Freja - I could think of worse names. Or maybe Ran. Hmm...

3. Fanfiction pairing of choice?
Jack Sparrow/James Norrington, of course. Oh, the snark. :-)

4. Would you rather join the navy or be a pirate and why?
Neither - I'd get a letter of marque and be a privateer. Best of both worlds, really - no need to take orders from the stuffy Admiralty, but you can still go visit friends and family without imminent danger of death by gallow. Besides, there is the proud history of my home town to consider...

5. If you could be a fictional character who would it be?
Hard to say, since half the interesting fictional characters have things happening to them that you really would rather avoid. But, let me see, maybe the Marquis de Carabas? From Neverwhere. He's cool - and gets all the best lines :-)

Fic: Catch (PotC and Nordic myth crossover)

She has been tugging at her nets for what seems like - not forever, for she is one who knows the true meaning of that word - but still, it has been for a very long time. And yet there is one that is stuck. And stubbornly refuses to come unstuck, no matter how much she pulls.

Her husband has been out to see her several times - has even tried to convince her to give up on that catch. Surely, whatever it is cannot be worth that much bother. Surely, nothing can be.

She shakes her head at the suggestion, and the wind whips the waves to foam as she does so.

Eventually, she stops tugging at it constantly - after all, she has many other nets she has to attend to, and many catches. Bountiful catches. It gets to be only the very occasional tug - just to check that whatever it is is still there.

And then one day she tugs and something comes loose. She laughs, then, and the sea laughs with her, and she stares into the dark blue deep so as not to miss the first glimpse of whatever has been eluding her for so very long.

It is a man - like most of her catches. Mostly naked, as far as clothes are concerned - only sodden rags left. Covered in barnacles and seaweed and even a few sea anemones. Wrapped in chains - old, rusty - and they are in turn wrapped to a similarly rusted cannon.

He wears something that was once boots. A couple of pieces of sticky leather, now, and no straps to be seen.

Ran smiles. She has always liked a challenging catch.