Title: King Neptune's Log Books
Rated: K
Summary: King Neptune, supposedly, keeps track of all ships afloat at sea in his logbooks. Ever wondered how the books don't get soaked underwater? One-shot, set during COTBP. Enjoy!
It was a good day underwater. The golden sun shone through the azure waves of the Caribbean all the way down to the palace of King Neptune, where dolphins swam through seaweed-encrusted arches and barnacles lived on the ivory stone. The black hulls of ships, naval and pirate alike, occasionally passed over, casting shadows on the palace and leaving again, much like the shade of clouds on the world above.
But the grandest feature of the palace was the King Neptune himself. His skin was the blue-green of the ocean on a calm day, and he rode on a chariot of the finest gold and bronze, pulled by two young, strong dolphins. His trident encompassed every shade of blue imaginable, from the pale, pale blue of a newborn's eyes to the midnight, nearly black, of the night sky. He ruled the water with that trident.
Speaking of water-ruling, the lord of the seas was reminded that he had to check his logbooks. The books were old and had the appearance of being naval logbooks, battered by the salt of the sea and had creases in the binding from use. Of course, being the sea god, he could make the books look like whatever he wanted, but he preferred this appearance.
He glided through the water on the chariot, admiring, as he always did, the color of the seas and creatures from krill to a blue whale swimming around. He was pretty lucky, he mused, to have all this.
The dolphins pulled up at the log room, as it had been rather uncreatively titled. Neptune disembarked and dismissed them. They would come back whenever he whistled, but for now they could play with the others.
The books quivered with the blue magic of anything used by the lord of the oceans. He walked to the dais with the book that held his most recent entries of all the ships on every ocean and sea everywhere at this time in the world.
The books were covered with the finest crystal boxes, to prevent them from getting wet. Taking his trident, he diverted the water from the immediate area surrounding him and the book, creating an air pocket fathoms and fathoms under the sea. It was a very pretty bubble, with rainbow light spots and purpley shadows. He scribbled in the book with his quill pen, dipping it in a bottle of black ink. Hmmm, four ships had docked since he had last written a few hours ago, and seven had set out.
The king of the ocean knew, obviously, that his water displacement bubble would disturb the ocean somewhere, but he was confident that many captains on the sea today were able to handle a storm.
Elsewhere on the seas of the world, William Turner Jr.'s rain-soaked dark-haired head was wondering how in the world Captain Jack Sparrow could sail to an island that couldn't be found unless you knew where it was with a compass that didn't point north. And in a storm to boot!
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