Author's Notes: Written for the LJ community tammy-drabbles, prompt #81 – "crackfic."
"Improbable"
Fandom overlap happens with enough rationalization. (I'm good at rationalizing.)
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"Impossible. Absolutely impossible."
"Improbable, actually." The response was muttered, half-distracted, as though out of habitual correction.
"Look, I've heard all the stories and myths there are. Dolphin-speakers, ship-eaters, Wave Walkers—"
"Have ye, eh? Then what explains me?"
Miri felt her teeth grind together. "I'm going to go with massive trauma to the skull leading to delusional tendencies and distortion of reality."
The only response she received was one eloquently arched eyebrow and a brief glimmer of gold. A sea-calloused finger tapped the map. "Tell me what these are."
"The Copper Isles."
"And this?"
"Carthak. Ring any bells?"
"Not even a gentle tinkling, love."
"I've told you! No cursed gold, no skeletons by the light of the moon, no ships that sail beneath the waves, no East What's-it Trading Company. Just mermaids and krakens and dolphin-speakers and Wave Walkers."
He rested an elbow across the table and raised his eyes from the map to give her a look that quite clearly questioned her sanity. "Now who's talking nonsense? If what I believe is true and what ye believe is true, then which one of us is right here?"
Miri leaned forward pointedly. "Who's world are we living in, hmm?"
"That's a matter of perspective."
"You, Jack Sparrow, are a liar and a rogue."
Another glimmer of gold. "Pirate," he qualified.
She found herself grinning back. "That goes without saying."
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I swore I'd never do it again, but I guess you could call this a continuation of "Hello, Beastie" and my pet crackfic bunny: Jack-Sparrow-is-a-Copper-Islander. How soon did you spot it?