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lucetilogs2011-02-26 03:34 pm
all7seas) wrote in lucetilogs2011-02-26 03:34 pm
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Theirs not to make reply, Theirs not to reason why, Theirs but to do and die:
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noprevaricating, hippocraticly, lists_to_port
What: Two Eighteenth-century Sailors and the Tractor That Didn't Love Them. And McCoy, covering his eyes.
When: Day 1 of the Draft; after this.
Where: A farm near the battlefield, and its surrounds.
Summary: Jack and Archie have decided to tend to matters of war, in spite of difficulties caused by shifting irregularities.
Rating: Jim Varney wearing John Goodman's trousers and Jed Clampett's hat.
The first thing Jack Sparrow noticed after being transported to the battlefield with the rest was what amounted to excruciating pain in his right arm.
His sword arm.
It dangled from his shoulder, badly broken and useless. And pink.
On his knees in a pile of dusty straw, Jack inspected the damage, and found it very bad indeed; he found he could not feel the fingers on his right hand at all. Clutching the useless limb to his chest, he looked about. "KENNEDY! BONES!" Where were they in this chaos?
...
And why was he COMPLETELY PINK?
noprevaricating, hippocraticly, lists_to_portWhat: Two Eighteenth-century Sailors and the Tractor That Didn't Love Them. And McCoy, covering his eyes.
When: Day 1 of the Draft; after this.
Where: A farm near the battlefield, and its surrounds.
Summary: Jack and Archie have decided to tend to matters of war, in spite of difficulties caused by shifting irregularities.
Rating: Jim Varney wearing John Goodman's trousers and Jed Clampett's hat.
The first thing Jack Sparrow noticed after being transported to the battlefield with the rest was what amounted to excruciating pain in his right arm.
His sword arm.
It dangled from his shoulder, badly broken and useless. And pink.
On his knees in a pile of dusty straw, Jack inspected the damage, and found it very bad indeed; he found he could not feel the fingers on his right hand at all. Clutching the useless limb to his chest, he looked about. "KENNEDY! BONES!" Where were they in this chaos?
...
And why was he COMPLETELY PINK?
no subject
There was really no time to deliberate this. The three of them were standing in the middle of a meadow, about a furlong's gallop from the barnyard where Beastie still sat smoldering. The destroyed tractor was as good as a calling card and an alarm bell all rolled into one. Meanwhile, the company of enemy soldiers had almost certainly noticed the angry doctor standing beside a pink man and a lovely periwinkle-color man in the field.
Sparrow hit upon the only idea he could in such dire circumstances.
"There's only one thing to do, lads. We lure them back into Beastie's barn--trap 'em.
And we burn it."