Fic title: Uncomfortable
Chapter number: One Shot fic
Fic pairing(s): W/E
Fic rating: PG-13
Fic summary: A fifteen minute ficlet challenge that somewhat strayed from its orgins.
Disclaimer(s): Unfair it seems, all characters belong to the mouse.
With a barely audible growl I shift once more as I strain to gain some semblance of comfort of the painfully hard bench. A voice, even more heavily slurred than usual addresses me, in an abstract fashion that suggests the speaker talks only out of politeness and not from any real interest in what he says.
"Wha's wrong with you 'ey?"
"Nothing" I reply sombrely, taking a heavy draught of the vile drink that stands before me. With a grimace I gulp it down, meeting the glittering brown eyes that are gazing inquisitively at me.. "An' wa's tha' look for?" I don't answer him, it's not worth the effort. My disagreeing with his choice of drink will serve no purpose other than to annoy him, something I could really do without doing. However he does not look away, as if challenging me to give him an answer.
"Where shall I start?" I speak almost mockingly, he knows what is wrong with me so he barely needs telling. "Ms Swann, a woman who I care deeply for, has been kidnapped by some madmen who want to kill her, and I have to result to asking a." I shudder and take a deep breath before spitting out a word that tastes like venom in my mouth. "A PIRATE for help in rescuing her. Someone who so far has aided me by bringing me to a tavern, purchasing the most disgusting drink imaginable and getting himself into such a state it would be plain stupid to allow him anywhere near water let alone the hull of a ship."
I expect my words to offend, and for a moment I see anger flicker in the sparkling black pupils currently staring at me. He leans towards me reaching out, and I think for a moment he is about to strike me. Instead he gently taps my cheeks, laughs and calls the barman over requesting another drink. Once he's received it he meets my eyes again, staring so intently my skin begins to crawl before slowly and carefully he begins to speak.
"No need to worry bout Miss Swann, Cap'n Jack Sparrow promised to help you get her back and he will." I notice his omission of my problem with my present company but I ignore it, under the impression I have pushed it far enough. He takes two steady swigs of the drink before him then rises from his seat, swaying slightly. "Now bout this drunken pirate." He is hardly balanced, hands holding the table before him for support, but he still manages to stare me down. "He is never, never to drunk to look after his ship savvy?" As he says this I see pride light his eyes, something so strong that I find myself believing him. "But he will need a crew." That proud defiance comes through in his voice too, I feel his arrogance infecting me, my faith restored a little. I stand from the table, ready to leave beside him a happier man. "Ommmph"
As I stare down at the Captain lying at my feet, all my despair and disgust not only returned but increased, he looks sheepishly up at me and asks. "Just give me a second though."
Chapter number: One Shot fic
Fic pairing(s): W/E
Fic rating: PG-13
Fic summary: A fifteen minute ficlet challenge that somewhat strayed from its orgins.
Disclaimer(s): Unfair it seems, all characters belong to the mouse.
With a barely audible growl I shift once more as I strain to gain some semblance of comfort of the painfully hard bench. A voice, even more heavily slurred than usual addresses me, in an abstract fashion that suggests the speaker talks only out of politeness and not from any real interest in what he says.
"Wha's wrong with you 'ey?"
"Nothing" I reply sombrely, taking a heavy draught of the vile drink that stands before me. With a grimace I gulp it down, meeting the glittering brown eyes that are gazing inquisitively at me.. "An' wa's tha' look for?" I don't answer him, it's not worth the effort. My disagreeing with his choice of drink will serve no purpose other than to annoy him, something I could really do without doing. However he does not look away, as if challenging me to give him an answer.
"Where shall I start?" I speak almost mockingly, he knows what is wrong with me so he barely needs telling. "Ms Swann, a woman who I care deeply for, has been kidnapped by some madmen who want to kill her, and I have to result to asking a." I shudder and take a deep breath before spitting out a word that tastes like venom in my mouth. "A PIRATE for help in rescuing her. Someone who so far has aided me by bringing me to a tavern, purchasing the most disgusting drink imaginable and getting himself into such a state it would be plain stupid to allow him anywhere near water let alone the hull of a ship."
I expect my words to offend, and for a moment I see anger flicker in the sparkling black pupils currently staring at me. He leans towards me reaching out, and I think for a moment he is about to strike me. Instead he gently taps my cheeks, laughs and calls the barman over requesting another drink. Once he's received it he meets my eyes again, staring so intently my skin begins to crawl before slowly and carefully he begins to speak.
"No need to worry bout Miss Swann, Cap'n Jack Sparrow promised to help you get her back and he will." I notice his omission of my problem with my present company but I ignore it, under the impression I have pushed it far enough. He takes two steady swigs of the drink before him then rises from his seat, swaying slightly. "Now bout this drunken pirate." He is hardly balanced, hands holding the table before him for support, but he still manages to stare me down. "He is never, never to drunk to look after his ship savvy?" As he says this I see pride light his eyes, something so strong that I find myself believing him. "But he will need a crew." That proud defiance comes through in his voice too, I feel his arrogance infecting me, my faith restored a little. I stand from the table, ready to leave beside him a happier man. "Ommmph"
As I stare down at the Captain lying at my feet, all my despair and disgust not only returned but increased, he looks sheepishly up at me and asks. "Just give me a second though."