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Challenge: First Time
Include the words 'blue', 'hot', and 'put that away'

November 18, 2003

By Kayna
November 18, 2003

~ First Time~

"Put that away!" shouted a young woman from across the room. Her blue eyes were livid, with a hint of unease behind them.

Jack merely looked at her with a dashing smile. She was new to the crew, barely out of her teens. "First time?" he asked.

Glaring, she replied with a curt "no" and tipped the bottle at her lips. The hot liquid burned down her throat, causing her to cough terribly. Never would she admit to him that she'd never been drunk before.

"Time for a celebration," Jack slurred.

By Kat
November 19, 2003

~ Untitled ~

Jack's head shook in exasperation as he eyed up the boy in front of him and the sword in his hand. " This be your first interaction with pirates mate?"

Blue eyes meet Jacks dark eyes, the youngster tilted his head defiantly " I don't associate with lowlife scoundrels" The lad said.

" Ah, But I'm no ordinary scoundrel, I'm Captain Jack Sparrow, Savvy?" Jack grinned with a flash of Gold teeth.

The boy growled and lunged clumsily with his sword, but was blocked effortlessly by Jack, who frowned at the hot tempered youth. " Put that away" Jack sighed

By Eledhwen
November 19, 2003

~ Longing ~

Outside, the sky and sea were an uncharacteristic blue. Within the workshop, it was hot and stuffy.

Jack staggered in from the small backyard with an armful of planks. “What shall I do with this?” he asked.

His father looked up from hammering. “Put it there!” he said, pointing. “Don’t be so daft, boy – I know it’s your first time in wi’ me, but that doesn’t mean you can be a fool.”

Dumping the wood in the designated corner, Jack wiped his brow and longed to be out in the open, away from the carpenter’s destiny he did not want.

By Sylvia
November 19, 2003

~ First Time ~

The hot Caribbean sun beat down upon his bowed head, but he did not feel it.

Sunlight reflected blindingly from the deep blue ocean, but he did not see it.

"Lad, put that away." The captain's voice was harsh on the morning air, but he did not hear it.

Fresh blood, warm and dark, stained his hands - and it was all he could see, all he could feel.

The sharp blade fell from his grasp, its weight more than he could bear. There was a first time for everything, but Jack wasn't sure he would ever get used to this.

By Spacepirate
November 20, 2003

~ Crime and Punishment ~

“…four…five…”

Jack ground his teeth as he stared at the scene ahead. As captain, it was his duty to mete out punishment once the crew passed judgment. Now he must bear witness when, instead, he wanted to look away towards his beloved blue ocean as each stroke created hot, bleeding lacerations across the pirate’s back. Bile rose in his throat.

“…eighteen…nineteen…”

“Enough!” Jack walked to the quartermaster, wielder of the whip. “Put that away. Cut him down.”

This was the first time he had ordered a man tied to the mast. He prayed to God it would be the last.

By Hereswith
November 20, 2003

~ Untitled ~

He kept his back straight, by sheer strength of will, but his face burned, hot as if with fever and his smile faded, the moment he stepped out of sight.

He returned home at nightfall. Took off his hat and his wig and sat down. The light fell, just so, and a shimmer of blue caught his eye. His mother's necklace. Elizabeth would never wear it, now.

"Put that away!"

"Yes, Commodore."

The servant closed the lid, then lifted the box and rushed from the room. Sensible man.

He had been jilted before. This was the first time it hurt.

By Cecilia
November 20, 2003

~ The First Time ~

The sun was hot, beating down on the small crowd gathered to watch the spectacle. A boy fiddled with a small piece of blue sea glass.

"Put that away," said his mum. "Pay attention. Let this be a lesson."

The boy sighed. This wasn't exciting like he thought and this Jack Sparrow wasn't at all what he expected a pirate to be like. He expected someone fierce and horrible that deserved this fate, not sympathetic like the bedraggled man that stood above him.

He hadn't really known what he would be expecting. This was his first time at a hanging.

By Spacepirate
November 21, 2003

~ Marooned ~

For the first time in his life, Jack wondered if he was bad at being a pirate just as Barbossa had said. He watched the Pearl sail away across the blue tropical waters; he could barely make out the silhouette of that treacherous bastard on her deck.

Looking up at the sky, he squinted, the hot sunlight blinding him.

What now?

He reached for his pistol, feeling its comforting weight in his palm, seriously contemplating its purpose—for a second—then shook his head. “Put that away, ol’ Jack. Death will catch you, but on another day, savvy?” He laughed.

By Kellenanne
November 21, 2003

~ First Time ~

Slurred words beckoned him across the workroom. "Put that away."

Will Turner did, running his hand over the cooling, blue tinged steel. He smiled, proud of his handiwork. His first sword. The first time he'd make one without help. His eyes lit up, full of pride, and the boy genuinely smiled -- one of the few times he had since the ship was attacked.

"Back to work, boy." The words found harshness in liquor, but Will no longer cared. Brown would always be the same.

Will turned, wiping hot sweat off his brow. He felt he had found home suddenly.

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