Drabble: All Mad Here (POTC)
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anactoriaTitle: All Mad Here
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 200
Characters/pairings: Jack
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potc_drabbles prompt: when you're strange.
The first time Jack arrives in Tortuga, he falls out onto the quayside, pukes into the harbour, and narrowly avoids tripping up a middle-aged woman with brightly-carmined lips who might be landlady or whore. She doesn’t stare or yell, just steps over him, and when he asks her where a man goes to get a drink around here, points him towards the nearest tavern and goes about her business.
He’s soon recovered enough to drift through town, eyeing the place up with unabashed curiosity (the acquisitive sort), filch a few coins and buy himself a tankard in said hostelry. Nobody looks twice at him there, either. An hour later he’s bending the ear of a cheery and not-too-raddled barmaid about the treasure he’s planning—no, going—to get his hands on, and the big plans he has for it, and if she thinks the gleam in his eyes is mad, she’s too busy sticking her cleavage under his nose to mention it. Strange is ordinary here, it seems, and while Jack certainly has no aversion, as such, to being the centre of attention, going unnoticed does have its advantages. He likes it here, he decides. He might even come back.
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 200
Characters/pairings: Jack
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potc_drabbles prompt: when you're strange.The first time Jack arrives in Tortuga, he falls out onto the quayside, pukes into the harbour, and narrowly avoids tripping up a middle-aged woman with brightly-carmined lips who might be landlady or whore. She doesn’t stare or yell, just steps over him, and when he asks her where a man goes to get a drink around here, points him towards the nearest tavern and goes about her business.
He’s soon recovered enough to drift through town, eyeing the place up with unabashed curiosity (the acquisitive sort), filch a few coins and buy himself a tankard in said hostelry. Nobody looks twice at him there, either. An hour later he’s bending the ear of a cheery and not-too-raddled barmaid about the treasure he’s planning—no, going—to get his hands on, and the big plans he has for it, and if she thinks the gleam in his eyes is mad, she’s too busy sticking her cleavage under his nose to mention it. Strange is ordinary here, it seems, and while Jack certainly has no aversion, as such, to being the centre of attention, going unnoticed does have its advantages. He likes it here, he decides. He might even come back.
