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Challenge: Narrow Escapes
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By Triskellion ~ The Day ~ It had been a day of narrow escapes. First Will threw that sword just in time to stop Jack from stretching his neck, then a confrontation with Bill's whelp and the lass was somehow enough to stop the British Marines stock still, and then somehow he managed not to splatter his brain on the rocks after falling off the battlements. Anyway, it wouldn't do to have the truth bantered about. He preferred the tale of how he had dexterously dodged the fort full of Marines, crossed swords with the illustrious Norrington, and flown to safety aboard the Pearl on wings of sailcloth. It would be in all the taverns within a week. He would see to it.
By Melusina ~
Stratagems for Desperate Situations ~ "Thanks for providing a diversion, Jack," young William panted breathlessly. "It was awful -- they came out of nowhere. . .bearing down on me. . ." "Glad to be of service, mate. Fine godfather I'd be, to leave you to that lot of strumpets!" William stroked the hairs that had recently sprouted on his chin and examined the angry welt on Jack's cheek. "Are women always like that?" His befuddled expression made him look even more like his father. Jack sighed. "Best get used to it son; it's gonna get a whole lot worse before it gets better. . ."
By Kahva ~ A Narrow Escape ~ She'd fallen from Fort Charles, the last thing she saw was the face of the newly-minted Commodore. Upon awakening, the first thing she saw was the face of her rescuer. Freshly freed from Death's watery cell, she soon found herself held captive in the strong, water-logged arms of her rescuer, revealed as the pirate Jack Sparrow. "I saved your life, you save mine, we're square." Now safe in her room, bed warmer under the covers, pirate gold nestled snugly against her bosom, she reflected that she'd had a narrow escape indeed. She had narrowly escaped a marriage proposal from James Norrington.
By Geek Mama ~ The
One That Got Away ~ . The peg-legged tavern keeper came to clear the table, and Jack, though somewhat distracted by the assets of the wench seated upon his knee, addressed him as good manners dictated. “Thanks, Sharkbait. Much obliged.” “’ow’d you get the name, Sharkbait?” the wench made bold to ask. “Was it a shark as got your leg, then?” “Aye,” said Sharkbait, cheerfully. “Years ago it were, when I sailed with the Chimera, fellas accused me o’ stealin’ – though it were a damned lie, weren’t it? -- pardon me French. Sentenced to be hauled: drug behind the ship a ways. Came close to drownin’, an’ then a shark was a-comin’ so they pulled me in quick-like, but not quick enough. Bugger snapped me leg right off at the knee.” Sharkbait snapped his own teeth together and made a fierce swallowing sound, then grinned at the wench, who was now wide-eyed and decidedly green about the gills. “You’re alive to tell of it, though,” Jack observed. “That I am, Captain. An’ happy to be here, too. Another mug fer you an’ the lady?” “What do you think, darlin’?” asked Jack, giving the trim waist a squeeze. “You’re lookin’ a mite peeked.” “I… I think I could use a drink.” “That’s the spirit! Another round for me an’ the lady.” “Comin’ right up,” said Sharkbait, and added as he stumped away, “Funny how that story brings out the thirst in folks.”
By Felaine ~ Saved
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like street urchins with filched sweetmeats. But we were. Through the cathedral doors we plunged, throwing ourselves prostrate before the altar. "Thank you God, "What...?" We looked up at the astonished vicar. "Our ship sails tomorrow for the Caribbean; we don't have to spend winter on the North Sea." "Ah," he nodded. "I should have guessed."
By Jenthegypsy ~ Narrow Escapes Triple Drabble ~ There were deep scratches across one tawny cheek, a brace down the side of his neck, and a third set straight down the center of his chest. The back of one bedraggled hand was criss-crossed with more of the jagged wounds, while wrist and forearm were similarly shredded. He looked a right fright. “Oh, you poor dear, whatever has happened?” The sweet-faced trollop sat next to Jack, one hand sliding a mug in front of him while the other caressed the unusually somber face, which stared forlornly at her from under the battered tricorn. “An unlikely run in with a great ferocious beast of the feline persuasion, lass.” The beleaguered captain took a long draught and gave the girl a small, sad smile. “A jungle beast?” she whispered, drawing back in awe. Now, that was more of a leap than he could have hoped for! An active imagination in a whore was always the herald of a memorable evening. “On me Aunt Fanny’s grave,” he said solemnly, hand to heart, and, had he had an Aunt Fanny, she would have been touched by the gesture. “It was that close, darling’, that close to being the end of Captain Jack Sparrow.” His voice trailed off into the bottom of the mug as he took another pull at the rum, noticing with interest the flush that had rushed to color her fair cheeks. “Lion?” She barely breathed the question, her gaze never leaving his torn face. “Not lyin’, luv. Honestly! She bestowed a gentle kiss to his injured hand before turning to lead him toward the back stairway. The merest flicker of wicked delight danced across his lips and into his eyes, before nipping back behind his mournful façade. Blasted devil of a ship’s cat had proved itself useful at last.
By Nancy ~ Deal With The Devil ~ As bits of ‘The Interceptor’ floated on sea and air, he savored the conquest. This left him unprepared for the girl’s sudden attack. He made quick work of her flailing arms and silenced her shrieks by taunting her sensibilities. After thrusting her into the arms of the crew, he thought briefly that he should keep her for himself. She’d proved entertaining at their previous dinner engagement.
“She goes free!” bellowed an unfamiliar voice.
With a growl he advanced on the foolhardy dripping newcomer, “What’s in your head boy?” He could see behind the façade of bravado, the lad was still shaking from escaping the explosion. Stepping closer he was met with a muzzle and a repeat of the previous command.
He almost hated to break it to the boy that the gun was worthless, he always found it curious to watch how one’s true nature was revealed in situations like these. In a puzzling move the gun moved to a position under the lad’s chin, he didn’t particularly want the result of this impetuous move on the deck of his ship.
"Who are you?" he asked incredulously, knowing the answer likely wouldn't matter. On this occasion he was relieved to be wrong, as freedom loomed large. Just the matter at hand now of Bill's whelp, for whom there would be no further dramatic flights.
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