Coming out of hiatus for this one ;)
Pairing: Jack, Mini Jacks
Word Count: Not so drabblish 268
Prompt: Witness
Stool Pigeon
"Are you certain?" Jack asked in a doubtful tone, licking his chapped lips as he suddenly realized how hungry he was. He leaned back in his chair with ease, conjuring up images of salted meats and sweet honey cake in his mind.
"Consider it for a moment, fleshy. My first necessity was to secure irrefutable evidence of the discovery I had just made, and in the event of any personal misadventure that were to happen to me, to place said evidence away beyond the reach of ... that one... and the perpetrator."
"That one? It's like that, is it?"
"A discovery made when there is nothing to be discovered? How unremarkable," Jack said dully, almost to himself. Or rather, himselves.
"Yes, sir. In fact there is," the voice whispered reassuringly. "However he's not to be trusted."
"I'm right here, you know."
"No one is to be trusted, fleshy."
"And you're sure of this discovery?" Jack asked a bit more sternly, with a slight wrinkle to his nose.
"Witnessed him pocket it this morning. Swear on it by myself and Heaven alone."
"And what am I, chopped liver?"
"You'd probably smell a little better if you were."
"Shut it, you pint-sized windbag. Saw it with me own eyes too - took the very last one. Out on the main deck as we speak, making a show of it."
"Table, chair, fork, knife and plate. Thinks he's Cutler Beckett himself."
"A true example of bloody scallywag manners for you."
All three of them scowled at once.
Jack's eyes narrowed. "So the very last one, was it?"
"Our peanut."
"My peanut."