I thought...
Aug. 15th, 2010 08:45 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
fairieloreTitle: I thought
Characters: Cutler Beckett, Jack Sparrow
Rating: PG
Prompt: No strangers to betrayal for sunsetdawn
He had been usurped for the last time.
Though he might have been the master strategist, the superior naval officer it seemed that where it counted in the captain's mind the other first officer was chosen: Jack Sparrow. It was cruel to have two first mates, but he knew why. It meant that they both worked twice as hard, though it seemed he was the only one to show it. Blood, sweat and tears - or at the very least two out of three. His domain was not that of one on one combat, and so Jack Sparrow was allowed to shine, all the sun rays seemingly beaming down on him as he swayed to and fro from the battlefield, taking down the army all by himself - or so the stories told.
But he had accrued a debt for all these moments in the sun, trying to blind out the darkness of his past. But thankfully he was a master of paperwork and making ink on the parchment sing all the dirty little secrets it held. But it had taken many journeys through many ports before he had discovered that their beloved Jack was one Jack Sparrow, whore's son and convicted of petty theft. And though the crew might have adored him, rules were rules.
The fallout with the Captain, a firm believer in honesty, was bittersweet. He needed the man to believe him virtuous and pious and all other qualities of a good Englishman. But if he hadn't seen an inkling of dishonesty in Jack, he had a feeling he was safe. But a feeling was unstable ground, as were the actions of men.
Jack had been kicked out and the ship had needed to dock for another day for the necessary paperwork. And he could have stayed holed up in the ship, but that would have been cowardly. He would place his faith in fate, and all that brought.
As well as a glass of ale.
"I thought we were partners." It's a half sober question and his own inhibitions are a bit less then that, so the underlying hurt might have been imagined.
Of all the pubs he could have chosen... but fate, he reminded himself, had a way of making these things happen.
"A first mate has no partners, only a captain does." He responds, downing the ale so as to give himself an excuse not to say any more.
"Why?"
"You had your time in the sun, and unfairly so. I can't stand liars." But it's completely untrue - he can't stand honest men.
Jack drinks the last of his glass and sets down the couple galleons before he trudges out of the bar, beginning his long journey through the darkness.
And Cutler Beckett takes some pleasure in knowing that he's stolen a little bit of light just for himself.
Characters: Cutler Beckett, Jack Sparrow
Rating: PG
Prompt: No strangers to betrayal for sunsetdawn
He had been usurped for the last time.
Though he might have been the master strategist, the superior naval officer it seemed that where it counted in the captain's mind the other first officer was chosen: Jack Sparrow. It was cruel to have two first mates, but he knew why. It meant that they both worked twice as hard, though it seemed he was the only one to show it. Blood, sweat and tears - or at the very least two out of three. His domain was not that of one on one combat, and so Jack Sparrow was allowed to shine, all the sun rays seemingly beaming down on him as he swayed to and fro from the battlefield, taking down the army all by himself - or so the stories told.
But he had accrued a debt for all these moments in the sun, trying to blind out the darkness of his past. But thankfully he was a master of paperwork and making ink on the parchment sing all the dirty little secrets it held. But it had taken many journeys through many ports before he had discovered that their beloved Jack was one Jack Sparrow, whore's son and convicted of petty theft. And though the crew might have adored him, rules were rules.
The fallout with the Captain, a firm believer in honesty, was bittersweet. He needed the man to believe him virtuous and pious and all other qualities of a good Englishman. But if he hadn't seen an inkling of dishonesty in Jack, he had a feeling he was safe. But a feeling was unstable ground, as were the actions of men.
Jack had been kicked out and the ship had needed to dock for another day for the necessary paperwork. And he could have stayed holed up in the ship, but that would have been cowardly. He would place his faith in fate, and all that brought.
As well as a glass of ale.
"I thought we were partners." It's a half sober question and his own inhibitions are a bit less then that, so the underlying hurt might have been imagined.
Of all the pubs he could have chosen... but fate, he reminded himself, had a way of making these things happen.
"A first mate has no partners, only a captain does." He responds, downing the ale so as to give himself an excuse not to say any more.
"Why?"
"You had your time in the sun, and unfairly so. I can't stand liars." But it's completely untrue - he can't stand honest men.
Jack drinks the last of his glass and sets down the couple galleons before he trudges out of the bar, beginning his long journey through the darkness.
And Cutler Beckett takes some pleasure in knowing that he's stolen a little bit of light just for himself.
