Whatever we happened to have in our pockets

by Elerrina Amanya

A selection of drabbles, multi-drabbles and other one-shots, mostly originally written for the pre-At World's End drabble-prompt activity at the livejournal community potc dogwatch.

26. Backseat Driver

Prompt: A Wayward Wind; originally posted on 4/2/08.

The working title was On the problems inherent in taking a well-deserved nap while leaving control of one's ship—eh, boat—in the hands of a seven-year-old.

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"Uncle Jack?"
"Hmm?"
"Are you awake?"
"Hmm."
"Oh, good."

"Uncle Jack?"
"Hmm?"
"Do you think we're going off course?"
"No, I do not think we are going off course. In fact, I think going off course is the least likely thing we could be doing. Apart from sailing on sea turtles. Or pouring rum overboard. Moreover, I think that the fact that you think that I could think that we are going off course is highly disturbing, betraying a distinct lack of confidence in, and respect for, your Uncle Jack. Now, who know more about the tides and the winds and the general splendidness of the seas—you, young Jamie, or I?"
"You, Uncle Jack?"
"Precisely. Now, stop lifting my hat off my face, there's a good lad."

"Uncle Jack?"
"Hmm?"
"We've run aground."