the Dalaverse

What can I say, hannahrorlove's timestamp request was super-easy ::beams:: This goes with An Overdeveloped Sense of Vengeance, my PotC/TPB crossover, and takes place in a complimentary timeline after TPB -- say, a few years to give Inigo some time to overdevelop a taste for piracy -- and generic post-AWE. 235 words.



When I Was Your Age, Television Was Called Books



“What?” Elizabeth’s voice was harsh and Jack didn’t have to look at her to know she was scowling.

He also didn’t have to see Will’s furrowed brow. “Surrender? Without a shot fired?”

“Aye,” said Jack with a sigh, lowering the spyglass. “The Dread Pirate Roberts may be an old friend, but the Revenge never surrenders."

Now Will’s eyebrows shot up and Elizabeth looked a bit rattled. He wondered if he should tell them of Inigo Montoya’s humble origins or let them go on thinking they were meeting a notorious rogue of twenty years’ experience. It would be worth a laugh either way.

The slim figure on the other deck stopped its pacing; Inigo must have spotted him as well. Jack lifted a hand in greeting, gritting his teeth. It did rankle his pride to raise the Pearl’s dingy white flag, but he’d as soon not have friendly fire rake her bow when he’d just got her back. Again.

“Elizabeth, be a dear and fetch that bottle of Spanish red I left in the cabin?” He spoke in his sweetest tone with the slight warning note of being prepared to make it an order, and she merely sniffed and shot him a dirty look as she deigned to comply. Will was still gazing balefully at the Revenge.

Jack clapped him on the shoulder. “You’ll like this ‘un, mate. At the very least, you’ll like his sword.”