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A/N: With apologies to vivagloria at Live Journal for swiping her Single Sentence structure, and to Jack London for the title (lol!). This is a double drabble, written for the "Bad Weather" Drabble Challenge at Black Pearl Sails.
To Build A Fire
That first morning, they woke late: understandable, considering the exhausting nature and duration of their activities the previous night, that First Night, but actually due more to the weather, the soft gray light peeping in where the heavy velvet drapes had not been quite drawn closed, and the steady patter of raindrops, faint and rhythmic against the windows and, fainter still, beyond the paneled ceiling above, on the Pearl's deck, shining wetly black, or so Jack said it would, for they didn't leave the confines of the cabin that day, or even the bed all that morning, except when he opened the door a crack and summoned Gibbs, and replied, "Breakfast! Tell cook to leave a tray by the door, aye? And lunch, and dinner, later," to his First's sly inquiry ("Was there somethin' ye'd be needin', Captain?"), then, after a peremptory word of thanks, reset the bolt, and rushed back to the warmth of their bed, where, gently rocked by his Dark Lady, they carefully nurtured their own banked fire, slowly rebuilding the flames of it to sweet, insulating, consuming heat that, at the last, quite effectively banished cold, and thought, and all the many exigencies of the world.
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