the Dalaverse

::shakes head:: I blame The Trailer. And whatever crack I seem to have been smoking. hannahrorlove, this is your life request -- Elizabeth, "You are hardly in a position to object."

And somebody pick something out of my memories to commentry-track, dagnabbit! Just close your eyes and point -- I really want to do one...



Bargaining Chip


Peering down his nose at the sword point fixed to his chin, Jack took a step back only to hit a conveniently solid wall. “I’d really rather hoped we might meet again on a somewhat less sour note, lass.”

“You are hardly in a position to object,” said Elizabeth tartly, flicking her wrist so that he had to jerk his head up to avoid being nicked. She knew his tricks too well.

Swallowing, Jack tried a smile. It moved the girl in the tattered coat and tricorn not a whit. “Nevertheless, I do object, quite strongly. If you’ll just put that down an’ let me buy you a pint or –”

“You stole my boat!” she snapped, free hand on her pistol. “Not to mention my fiancé!”

His fingers clenched on the ripe banana for which he'd entirely lost his appetite. “But with every intention of bringing ‘im back!”

“Oh, you can keep Will,” she said with a shrug, finally lowering the sword, to Jack’s intense relief. He reached out with the banana hand – a peace offering, as it were – and she rapped his knuckles soundly with the flat of her blade. “But we will now discuss the fate of the Spanish brig the two of you captured this morning.”