Trials, tribs, sibs and occasional weirdness
Ian Howe's eyes were wide and round with wonder ... not greed, wonder. There were piles and piles and piles of gold and precious metals, both plain and inlaid with wonderous jewels and ... his companion reached over and gently pushed his lower jaw up before he drooled.
"Gently."
"That is ... a lot ..."
"Aye, that it is, me lad. and it be mine and me crews. Ye'll not be forgetting that, will ye?" a soft voice told him, menace and steel underlying the velvet gravel.
Ian looked around into the liquid dark eyes of Captain Jack Sparrow and his jaw dropped again. The man was dressed like a pirate, a classical 17th century pirate. This was crazy. His nose wrinkled as a breeze wafted the man's scent across his nose. He smelled like a 17th century pirate.
"Who and what are you?" Ian asked.
Jack grinned. "I'm Captain Jack Sparrow," he introduced himself with a half bow. "Captain of the fastest and most feared pirate ship in the Caribbean."
"The Black Pearl," dragon and Grace breathed together. They refrained from looking at each other, both bordering on incipient hysteria at the thought. Not to mention both having Ian and Jack in visual range which was working on deranging their abilities to think coherently.
Rini looked disgusted while the Rev just looked bemused.
"Mom ..."
"Hmmm?"
"We are not where we're supposed to be."
*blink* "Well. Er. Uhm. No. But it's better than being clapped in irons and hung by Norrington. Grace, get your mind out of that gutter." dragon knew exactly where Grace's mind went with the words "hung" and "norrington" in the same sentence.
Grace grinned at her, emulating Jack quite nicely. She smiled at Ian and Jack, the latter caught letting his appreciative gaze wander up and down the catsuit. The only problem Jack had was that he couldn't for the life of him figure out where the ties were on that outfit. He so wanted to find the closures and un-do them ...
"OK, so we've got ... er ...not Ankh/Meela with Ian, but Ian's not in jail and we're not in the right time zone ..."
Ian began to move gently through the mounds of treasure, cataloguing a piece here and there under his breath. The lady he'd unbound tagged along, her attention split between pretty-shiney-thingees and Ian.
As the latter moved toward the chest, he found his path blocked by Jack. Ian stood slightly taller, forcing the pirate to look up. What Ian found in the other man's face was not reassuring. He glanced at the chest. "Pre-Columbian?"
"Off limits, mate." There was nothing friendly in Jack's voice.
"Why? It can't hold a ... even a small percentage of what's lying about out here."
Jack sighed. "Cursed."
Ian laughed. Curses were not a part of his understanding of the universe. Several female voices combined to assure him that the gold in the chest was indeed cursed and it was a ... well, it wasn't necessarily a good thing to have to deal with it. Jack eyed the ladies oddly at that. How the hell did they know about the curse? Who had Will and Liz been talking to?
"Look, why don't we just move the truck someplace ... less tempting?" dragon said brightly as she punched in coordinates and waved brightly at Jack while Grace grabbed Ian and his gift.
"What the ..."
dragon cringed as the Captain of the Seaquest bellowed about having a truck parked in the corridor. The dolphin lazily swimming through one of the acess tubes laughed at all and sundry while Jack looked just a little out of his depth ...
"Mom ..." for once is was a single syllable just before Rini fell off the truck bed laughing.
more to come ...