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lucetilogs2011-09-08 07:05 pm
all7seas) wrote in lucetilogs2011-09-08 07:05 pm
A Pirate and Three Navy Men
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What: Cheering Archie up aftertothelibrary was sent home. CHEERING HIM UP AT ALL COSTS.
When: Late Afternoon, 9/8--Early Morning, 9/10
Where: Ocean--aboard the Joanna Joyce
Summary: Archie Kennedy was in the depths of despair after the girl he loved was sent home by the Malnosso. Jack Sparrow hated seeing him so sad and offered a sail to perk him up a bit. And then he offered to let Hornblower come along, which was a supreme sacrifice. And at some point they will dredge the newly-landed Jack Aubrey from the depths. There might be something going on with octopi in this thing, too, eventually.
Rating: This will be rated PG-13 for all the instances in which Sparrow will be annoyed by Horatio Hornblower.
There: the last bottle of rum had been stored aboard the Joanna Joyce. The tally, by the end, was half a dozen bottles of rum, a six pack of something called "Pabst Blue Ribbon", a box of wine, three bottles of champagne, a bottle of scotch, and a bottle of whiskey. It might almost be enough to get Jack Sparrow through the hours of being with Hornblower in close quarters that were soon to follow. Now it was just a matter of waiting for the two Navy men to show up at the shore. For the occasion, Jack had brought the Joanna in to the southernmost dock. The King's Men would not have to swim today.
lists_to_port, noprevaricating, seventeensir, straightatemWhat: Cheering Archie up after
tothelibrary was sent home. CHEERING HIM UP AT ALL COSTS.When: Late Afternoon, 9/8--Early Morning, 9/10
Where: Ocean--aboard the Joanna Joyce
Summary: Archie Kennedy was in the depths of despair after the girl he loved was sent home by the Malnosso. Jack Sparrow hated seeing him so sad and offered a sail to perk him up a bit. And then he offered to let Hornblower come along, which was a supreme sacrifice. And at some point they will dredge the newly-landed Jack Aubrey from the depths. There might be something going on with octopi in this thing, too, eventually.
Rating: This will be rated PG-13 for all the instances in which Sparrow will be annoyed by Horatio Hornblower.
There: the last bottle of rum had been stored aboard the Joanna Joyce. The tally, by the end, was half a dozen bottles of rum, a six pack of something called "Pabst Blue Ribbon", a box of wine, three bottles of champagne, a bottle of scotch, and a bottle of whiskey. It might almost be enough to get Jack Sparrow through the hours of being with Hornblower in close quarters that were soon to follow. Now it was just a matter of waiting for the two Navy men to show up at the shore. For the occasion, Jack had brought the Joanna in to the southernmost dock. The King's Men would not have to swim today.
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Whether his melancholy made him think or thinking made him melancholy, both had settled thick onto his shoulders by the time dawn finally broke.
It shook off in an instant. The moment he heard an unfamiliar voice, all thoughts were replaced. He cast his gaze about and spotted... someone. A man, by the voice.
"Ahoy!" he called back. Already, his coat was half off in anticipation of the dive coming. "Captain Sparrow! Archie! We need to bring her about!" One of them would be roused by the call, even if they were both asleep still. He held his ground, though. He wouldn't go into the water until he had a man on deck.
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"Kennedy..........something's shattered Hornblower's habitual melancholic brood. It might be he's spotted something happy on the horizon. A narwhal, perhaps? A tasty halibut? Would you mind seeing to him until I can properly discompose meself?"
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"What's going on, Horatio?"
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At the call back from the ship, the lurch in his breast vanished and Jack began to make his way towards it with long strokes to save what energy he had. He'd make it on his own alright, but something to help him up and over the side would be needed.
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His mind was calculating fast. A swimmer. Thank God. The wind was mild, not taking the ship fast, and the current was generous. The man might well close the gap on his own, perhaps without trying to manoeuvres the boat about. Such an attempt might make it harder on him, despite the best of intentions.
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That proved too costly. He lowered it again, pillowing it on a diagram of negative energies drifting from a stylized male torso. Archie would sort things. Once the gnomes stopped their hammering, he could join the other two men and see what the narwhal was about.
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With his hands at the rope, it suddenly occurred to him that this vessel could be decidedly unfriendly. Maybe American? Who knew. but it was his only option besides floating in the cold water until he either submitted to drowning or being frozen to death. They could be Bonaparte's very own and he would take refuge on their deck.
..Well, probably not.
He got a good grip on the ladder and began to hoist himself up.
Of course, it was a little harder without the convenient steps going up the curved side so the going was much slower than it would have been. So he thought.
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But the man was at the boat's side before the boat could alter course much. He was at the side a moment later, offering a thin hand to help the other up. ...Of course, he didn't immediately take into account the vast size difference between the boarding man and himself.
"Welcome aboard, sir," he said as he offered the hand. "Joanna Joyce. Her captain is in his cabin." He wasn't about to be taken as the captain of the vessel. He doubted Sparrow would forgive him if he were, and the man needed no more aggravating if what little he knew of the previous night could be trusted.
His voice might be something of a relief to Aubrey, though. Pure British.
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At that moment, said Sparrow was attempting to get himself out of the cabin. He was a sight more wobbly than he would be under normal circumstances, and was having a hard time finding his hat to boot. Finally, though, the man pushed open the cabin door and emerged on deck.
"Her Captain is here. Ish. Right. Hornblower.
Who is this flotsam we've stumbled across, eh?" He peered with narrowed eyes at the New Feather climbing the side of his Joanna.
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He apologized briskly, no muttering or quiet voice about him. It seemed his volume matched his size; he was quite large, you see.
Standing, confused and cold as anything Jack touched knuckle to his forehead out of respect, the man who called himself the captain looked three sheets to the wind but he wasn't about to say anything. At least they were English.
"Aubrey. Captain Jack Aubrey, sir. Thank you for allowing me aboard."
Some habits.
He realized though, he was wearing naught but breeches. Similar to his own but...completely different. How on earth had he been redressed?!
He was slightly bewildered but once he saw the wings protruding from their backs. Jack stared fixedly at them with the most puzzled look upon his face. "Ah....," was all the intelligent questioning he could come up with.
It seemed he didn't quite notice his own pair of small dark wings plastered to his back from the water.
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Aubrey... A name, a face. Vague, but...
He opened his mouth to speak then shut it, instead looking at Sparrow. He was not captain here, as he had said. Sparrow was. He'd give the man first chance for proper introductions, take it upon himself if Sparrow did not do as he ought.
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"This is Captain Horatio Hornblower. Lieutenant Archie Kennedy. They're King's men, both. Ooooor Hornblower's a King's man, and Horatio's Hornblower's man, but not in THAT way. Kennedy! Spare clothing for Captain Aubrey; he's dripping all over my deck. Hornblower---you will inform Captain Aubrey that he is now in Luceti and intimate to him all of the varied ways in which he is now very soundly buggered."
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Hornblower, he said? No one could forget an unfortunate name like that. Jack meant to say something about recognizing him but under the circumstances he was rendered a little speechless. And the single most loudest thought in his mind was voiced.
"..If you don't mind, what are those queer things peeking out of your clothes?"
Because they certainly couldn't be wings like he thought they were. Strange coloured little chicken wings. No. No his brains were addled, clearly.
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Hornblower glanced over his shoulder, then at Kennedy, and then Sparrow, and then he offered Aubrey a thin smile.
"They're... They're wings, Captain Aubrey, sir."
He cleared his throat, aware of how very awkward it was.
"When you arrive at Luceti... This strange place... You get wings. You can't fly, or so I'm told, but they're there."
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And then, of course, Hornblower very amiably told Aubrey that the mysterious feathered winglike appendages were, in fact, wings. The captain stretched his to full span and fluffed out his feathers a bit: charcoal black, like the Pearl.
"These, sir, are highly important here. You'll notice your own in a moment I trust. Hornblower's partly right. You cannot fly, but I've found them useful for gliding down from considerable heights. Best not to try that whilst drunk or, in your case, unconscionably new to Luceti.
You've got to build to the gliding, you understand. Are you hungry? Thirsty? Where's your journal, man?"
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"God rot my soul!" He couldn't quite see them but from the corner of his eye he could spot a bit of dark blue and gold standing out against his skin. Now that he could see them, however, the pain from their sudden existence was more stark against his usual aches. All it did was solidify the reality of his situation. This was very much not a dream, or if it were? It was the most realistic he'd ever experienced.
He prayed he would wake up.
And all at once -- as if a sudden epiphany crossed his mind -- his eyes widened comically as he leaned in, and very cautiously asked the obligatory question; "I haven't passed have I?"
All of Other Jack's questions fell to the wayside. One step a time folks, he might be as dumb as he looks.
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Hornblower made a soft sound, like clearing his throat, and he rolled his shoulders back.
"Well."
Obviously, this was a careful topic, far as Hornblower was concerned.
"I'm given to understand that we are not dead, Captain Aubrey."
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You, Aubrey, are not dead. Hornblower is not dead. Kennedy's......not presently dead. We are all alive, winged creatures, now."
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Feeling a chill again, Jack took the towel to his self again to rid himself of any water left. He made a noise as if remembering something and:
"What's this you were on about? Journals?"
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He knew that the only proper explanation would be a demonstration, but that could be handled later.
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