Tales from the Dread Pirate Jiwe
Sara Lance, Nathaniel Heywood, Zari Tomaz, Mick Rory, Wally West, Ray Palmer, Ava Sharpe and Gary Green all sat at one table in the Waverider's kitchen area. Amaya was feeling out of it and they were telling each of their favorite tales of her (and their) adventures.
After encouragement from Ray to get into character, they all got into pirate outfits and Ray started. "Aye maties! We all have our own tales here, but they all got one thing in common! They're all about one lone person. The amazing Dread Pirate Jiwe!"
"Let's just get this over with, haircut. I've got other things to do," Mick said gruffly, taking a swig of his beer.
"Like what? Writing your story?" Zari asked, snorting.
Mick growled and muttered something under his breath, probably cursing Zari across the temporal zone. Or something less intelligent.
"Mick's right, can we just do this quickly?" Sara asked, bored.
"Give it a chance," Nate said, looking back at Ray. "You were saying, Ray?"
"Right! We're going around the table to tell our favourite stories about Amaya, aka the Dread Pirate Jiwe," Ray said excitedly.
"It shouldn't hurt to try," Ava commented.
"Sounds fun," Wally said.
"I don't know anything about her adventures..." Gary replied nervously.
"Let's get this over with," Mick growled.
Nate set up a camera and explained, "So we can show her how much she means to us."
Sara nodded. "So who's starting?"
"I will," Nate said, looking up thoughtfully.
Hey guys, so I got this idea and I just couldn't put it down. I hope you guys like this so far and I'll have fun writing this.