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the slippery road
Jul. 29th, 2003 02:32 pmAll right, Rummy, see how you like this. It's called "The Slippery Road." I'll put a few paragraphs up to tempt anyone else who likes some piratefic. This one's R for throat-cutting, sex, and general mayhem. It's pre-movie, set when Jack's twenty-six.
The Slippery Road
April 27, 1691. Something like four a.m.
Freed from the stifling heat of the tavern, Jack stumbles into darkness. Rain smashes down on Port Royal's roofs and palm trees, soaks him in an instant. The streets are empty, the houses dark. Light from the tavern's windows fade quickly as he staggers down toward the docks. He slips more than once on the cobblestoned street, banging his knees and forcing muffled curses.
Pellier had offered to walk with him, but Jack had seen that his friend was really more interested in cards than leaving. And Jack had felt sick from rum and tired of loud company, and he had told Pellier to just go on playing, that if he wanted a nursemaid he'd be sure to hire someone a lot prettier than Pellier.
And Pellier, who wasn't a bad-looking lad for all that, had looked up, shrugged, and gone back to his cards. So now Jack, alone and drunk on darkness, slips and slides his way across Port Royal. Palm tree fronds flop wetly down into the street, narrowly missing him. He has seen a man who got sliced in the face by palm tree leaf -- not pretty. So he looks for cover.
( and here's the rest )
The Slippery Road
April 27, 1691. Something like four a.m.
Freed from the stifling heat of the tavern, Jack stumbles into darkness. Rain smashes down on Port Royal's roofs and palm trees, soaks him in an instant. The streets are empty, the houses dark. Light from the tavern's windows fade quickly as he staggers down toward the docks. He slips more than once on the cobblestoned street, banging his knees and forcing muffled curses.
Pellier had offered to walk with him, but Jack had seen that his friend was really more interested in cards than leaving. And Jack had felt sick from rum and tired of loud company, and he had told Pellier to just go on playing, that if he wanted a nursemaid he'd be sure to hire someone a lot prettier than Pellier.
And Pellier, who wasn't a bad-looking lad for all that, had looked up, shrugged, and gone back to his cards. So now Jack, alone and drunk on darkness, slips and slides his way across Port Royal. Palm tree fronds flop wetly down into the street, narrowly missing him. He has seen a man who got sliced in the face by palm tree leaf -- not pretty. So he looks for cover.
( and here's the rest )