all7seas: (bound for the waves)
Captain Jack Sparrow ([personal profile] all7seas) wrote in [community profile] lucetilogs2011-09-08 07:05 pm

A Pirate and Three Navy Men

Who: [livejournal.com profile] lists_to_port, [livejournal.com profile] noprevaricating, [livejournal.com profile] seventeensir, [livejournal.com profile] straightatem
What: Cheering Archie up after [livejournal.com profile] 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.
simplestgift: (Lost in thought because I have to be)

Sunset

[personal profile] simplestgift 2011-09-09 04:34 am (UTC)(link)
Archie watched the sun set over the water and felt ten years younger.

His elbows rested on the railing. It felt, as those first months on the Indefatigable had, like coming to a calm spot in a long storm. The moment existed, but no future. Thinking about the future only threatened the peaceful neutrality of the moment.

The ship's lanterns were lit--he'd seen to it. They swung gently, their flames like bright stars against the red-cast wood of the Joanna Joyce. It was a beautiful evening and would be a beautiful night.

He'd never been able to show Dawn what it was like on a ship.

No. That was not in the moment, and it wouldn't be thought of.

Morning

[identity profile] straightatem.livejournal.com 2011-09-11 02:14 am (UTC)(link)
The very moment the sun peeked over the watery horizon, Jack Aubrey came into the world kicking and screaming.

Well -- more sputtering than screaming.

He'd simply gone for a morning swim off the Surprise, it was a clear morning and no sign of any enemy ship allowed him the sport. He dived down repeatedly, swimming deep until his lungs burned and resurfacing to repeat it.

Though on this last dive his world was quite removed from what it was.

No ship, no crew, and no idea where he was.

If he were in a less precarious and unfortunate situation he might have made a joke about how very 'at sea' he was.

He only just started swimming to what he presumed was shore when he saw the ship, and he shouted out,

"Ahoy! Ahoy there!" While waving his arms up over his head.