lucetimods: (Akai)
Luceti Mods ([personal profile] lucetimods) wrote in [community profile] lucetilogs2011-08-27 12:04 pm

Draft Log #3: During v. 2.0

Who: Everyone on the draft
What: Day 3-5
When: August 27th-August 29th
Where: ONCE MORE INTO THE-- ...BEACH
Summary: Like it says above. The draftees reach the beach.
Rating: V FOR VIOLENT BEHAVIOUR!!


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all7seas: (far worse not to have her)

[personal profile] all7seas 2011-08-28 04:26 pm (UTC)(link)
"Preparing myself for further use." That word was a shard of ice. "Perhaps another slice of failure for your legend, eh?"

[identity profile] abidinglaw.livejournal.com 2011-08-28 04:32 pm (UTC)(link)
"No, Sparrow, your use is over. Do you think that I would enjoy to watch you hobble and writhe, heave one ball into the mouth of a cannon before two men had to carry you back here on a stretcher? It would waste more time than it would gain us, and for what?"
all7seas: (far and away)

[personal profile] all7seas 2011-08-28 04:38 pm (UTC)(link)
Over? OVER? He would show James Norrington. He would SHOW this Admiral James Buggering NORRINGTON how over Captain Jack Sparrow was!

And then he tried to put weight on that burned left leg, and there was a shattering, frantic, panicked web of signals sent to his brain all at once--to the point that his powers of speech and sight were nearly overwhelmed.

Sparrow sank back onto his cot and gradually the white canvas ceiling of the tent came back into focus.

"Leave me be, then."

[identity profile] abidinglaw.livejournal.com 2011-08-28 04:47 pm (UTC)(link)
"Can I get anyone for you?"

Not 'anything'. He knows better than to think that the pirate would want anything from him.
all7seas: (where does your allegiance lie)

[personal profile] all7seas 2011-08-28 05:07 pm (UTC)(link)
There was no answer from the pirate, who turned his face away.

[identity profile] abidinglaw.livejournal.com 2011-08-28 05:09 pm (UTC)(link)
"You are still under my charge. Tomorrow I will come again."

He stood, then, and in one stride he had the curtain flapping on its rings.