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The Drabble Meme came out when we were in Alaska. I discovered it tonight, and made a request, so I guess I need to post this...
Leave a comment with a drabble request, pairing or character-based. Give me a title and one line of dialogue to be written in a 100-500 word drabble or ficlet. (Note - drabbles are by definition only 100 words long.) After you comment, put this meme in your own journal.
The weekly drabble challenge at the Yahoo group, Black Pearl Sails, was fairly random: Begin each sentence of your drabble with the same letter of the alphabet. Sylvia and Eledhwen, two of the talented Brits in the group came up with...
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By Sylvia
Once upon a time, on seas far far away, there sailed a beautiful ship called The Black Pearl. Out of the sun she would come, her captain and crew ready to plunder and raid. Overtaken by mutiny and curse she became a legend, talked about in hushed whispers. Opium dreams could not have imagined such a terrible fate - to be alive and yet dead. One man believed she could be saved, for he loved her almost more than life. Opportune moments were rare and when his moment came he took it with both hands, saving his ship and his soul. ~~
Rum
By Eledhwen
Rum. Runs down a pirate’s throat like silk. Richly satisfying, more than ale, I’d say. Racked below, we’ve casks and casks of the stuff, just waiting for a thirsty throat.
Remember when Lizzy burnt it. Rebellious lass, that one; made for more than a drawing room. Reckon she’ll be the captain in that family - she’ll rule young William with a rod of the iron he works so well.
Rescued from the rope, I can’t help but feel happy. Riding the waves, this is me - and it’s all the better as it is. Rum in me hand; this is the life! ~~
ETA: Here's another one that came in today, except I don't think Hereswith is a Brit, nor English her first language....
The Passage of Time
by hereswith
The door would not hold, should they try to break it down. The lock would be as nothing, to men who felt no pain. That kind of lust, a lust that could not be slaked, most likely knew no mercy at all. Terror did not rule her, she blocked it out, reined in her thoughts so as not to go mad. Time would pass; time did pass, with each breath. There would be a morning, after this night. Teeth gritted, jaw clenched, hands balled into fists, she swore she would see it, would live, no matter the horrors to come. ~~
And another one, from Rennie in Vancouver, Canada...
Drabble in the Key of 'C'
Canvas snapping in a crisp Caribbean wind, Captain Jack Sparrow consulted his battered compass. Content cinnamon eyes, cheeky grin and cocky stance captivated the crew as they beat down the passage to Tortuga.
Curses conquered, undead corsairs beaten, a commodore ceding victory, it had been quite the adventure. Cheating cold death one more time, Jack considered his life now. Commandeering Anamaria's little skiff had been chancy but it had delivered him to where the capricious fates were waiting.
Caverns crowded with treasure might be pirate dreams but as he had told the whelp, not all treasure was silver and gold. ~~
And then there was this one, by Kayden, with a really random last line that cracked me up...
"U"
...are Jack the Monkey!
By Kayden Eidyak
Unquestionably, it was the most unusual thing that happened to me. Under the trees we were walking and that's when I saw it. Upturned was his face, gazing at a bird. Usually I would have left him be, seeing as how it was a wild creature, but this one was special, I could tell.
Understandably enough, he squallered quite a lot when I netted him. Ultimately though, I came out on top. Unapproachable at first, he soon warmed up to me and the crew. Unpredictable he always was. Uncivil too, far as that goes. Utility bills are way too high. ~~
And then celandineb came up with this one...
Betrayed
Blinding sun struck through the palms and insinuated itself between Jack's eyelids. But for that, he would have slept off the effects of the nigh on two quarts of rum that he had drunk to ease the pain of seeing his Pearl sail away. Barbossa would pay, if it took Jack the rest of his life to make it happen. Before anything could be done about his treacherous mate and mutinous crew, though, he had to get off this island. Blinking, Jack sat up. Between the trunks of the trees he could see the ocean keeping him from his goal.
ETA: Another one:
Shy came in late with this one, which I found to be impressively chilling...
B (is for Bootstrap)
Best friends shouldn't be left to die. Bill's being clawed by that thought. Blood shot out by one bullet runs down before his mind's eye; he can barely keep hoping it isn't reality for Jack. Beaten round the deck, Jack was, by those unforgivable treacherous mutineers. Bruises and blood and Bill can't forgive himself, either.
Bearing them on towards Isla de Muerta, the wind shrieks in the Black Pearl's sails like a banshee, and Bill knows now he should have heeded that sound. Banshees warn of coming death; it's already claimed Jack, and Bill knows it awaits them all on Isla de Muerta, he can feel it in his bones... ~~
True to form, I came up with pure fluff. Oh well. We can't all be deep thinkers, can we?
'P' is for Pirate
Priscilla Montgomery, taking refreshments with her friends at the Green Dragon Inn, waxed ecstatic. "Positively, the prettiest pirate you could imagine, my dears!"
"Pris, you needn't tell us," said Miss Colehatch. "Port Royal knows the scoundrel to a degree you cannot! Pass the cream, please."
Pouting, Priscilla complied, but said, "You attended the hanging, but I assure you, to have been present on a ship raided by Captain Sparrow and his crew was an experience I'll never forget!"
Precipitately, a figure rose from a dark corner of the coffee room.
Pretty pirate, indeed! grumbled Jack to himself, taking his leave.
Leave a comment with a drabble request, pairing or character-based. Give me a title and one line of dialogue to be written in a 100-500 word drabble or ficlet. (Note - drabbles are by definition only 100 words long.) After you comment, put this meme in your own journal.
The weekly drabble challenge at the Yahoo group, Black Pearl Sails, was fairly random: Begin each sentence of your drabble with the same letter of the alphabet. Sylvia and Eledhwen, two of the talented Brits in the group came up with...
O
By Sylvia
Once upon a time, on seas far far away, there sailed a beautiful ship called The Black Pearl. Out of the sun she would come, her captain and crew ready to plunder and raid. Overtaken by mutiny and curse she became a legend, talked about in hushed whispers. Opium dreams could not have imagined such a terrible fate - to be alive and yet dead. One man believed she could be saved, for he loved her almost more than life. Opportune moments were rare and when his moment came he took it with both hands, saving his ship and his soul. ~~
Rum
By Eledhwen
Rum. Runs down a pirate’s throat like silk. Richly satisfying, more than ale, I’d say. Racked below, we’ve casks and casks of the stuff, just waiting for a thirsty throat.
Remember when Lizzy burnt it. Rebellious lass, that one; made for more than a drawing room. Reckon she’ll be the captain in that family - she’ll rule young William with a rod of the iron he works so well.
Rescued from the rope, I can’t help but feel happy. Riding the waves, this is me - and it’s all the better as it is. Rum in me hand; this is the life! ~~
ETA: Here's another one that came in today, except I don't think Hereswith is a Brit, nor English her first language....
The Passage of Time
by hereswith
The door would not hold, should they try to break it down. The lock would be as nothing, to men who felt no pain. That kind of lust, a lust that could not be slaked, most likely knew no mercy at all. Terror did not rule her, she blocked it out, reined in her thoughts so as not to go mad. Time would pass; time did pass, with each breath. There would be a morning, after this night. Teeth gritted, jaw clenched, hands balled into fists, she swore she would see it, would live, no matter the horrors to come. ~~
And another one, from Rennie in Vancouver, Canada...
Drabble in the Key of 'C'
Canvas snapping in a crisp Caribbean wind, Captain Jack Sparrow consulted his battered compass. Content cinnamon eyes, cheeky grin and cocky stance captivated the crew as they beat down the passage to Tortuga.
Curses conquered, undead corsairs beaten, a commodore ceding victory, it had been quite the adventure. Cheating cold death one more time, Jack considered his life now. Commandeering Anamaria's little skiff had been chancy but it had delivered him to where the capricious fates were waiting.
Caverns crowded with treasure might be pirate dreams but as he had told the whelp, not all treasure was silver and gold. ~~
And then there was this one, by Kayden, with a really random last line that cracked me up...
"U"
...are Jack the Monkey!
By Kayden Eidyak
Unquestionably, it was the most unusual thing that happened to me. Under the trees we were walking and that's when I saw it. Upturned was his face, gazing at a bird. Usually I would have left him be, seeing as how it was a wild creature, but this one was special, I could tell.
Understandably enough, he squallered quite a lot when I netted him. Ultimately though, I came out on top. Unapproachable at first, he soon warmed up to me and the crew. Unpredictable he always was. Uncivil too, far as that goes. Utility bills are way too high. ~~
And then celandineb came up with this one...
Betrayed
Blinding sun struck through the palms and insinuated itself between Jack's eyelids. But for that, he would have slept off the effects of the nigh on two quarts of rum that he had drunk to ease the pain of seeing his Pearl sail away. Barbossa would pay, if it took Jack the rest of his life to make it happen. Before anything could be done about his treacherous mate and mutinous crew, though, he had to get off this island. Blinking, Jack sat up. Between the trunks of the trees he could see the ocean keeping him from his goal.
ETA: Another one:
Shy came in late with this one, which I found to be impressively chilling...
B (is for Bootstrap)
Best friends shouldn't be left to die. Bill's being clawed by that thought. Blood shot out by one bullet runs down before his mind's eye; he can barely keep hoping it isn't reality for Jack. Beaten round the deck, Jack was, by those unforgivable treacherous mutineers. Bruises and blood and Bill can't forgive himself, either.
Bearing them on towards Isla de Muerta, the wind shrieks in the Black Pearl's sails like a banshee, and Bill knows now he should have heeded that sound. Banshees warn of coming death; it's already claimed Jack, and Bill knows it awaits them all on Isla de Muerta, he can feel it in his bones... ~~
True to form, I came up with pure fluff. Oh well. We can't all be deep thinkers, can we?
'P' is for Pirate
Priscilla Montgomery, taking refreshments with her friends at the Green Dragon Inn, waxed ecstatic. "Positively, the prettiest pirate you could imagine, my dears!"
"Pris, you needn't tell us," said Miss Colehatch. "Port Royal knows the scoundrel to a degree you cannot! Pass the cream, please."
Pouting, Priscilla complied, but said, "You attended the hanging, but I assure you, to have been present on a ship raided by Captain Sparrow and his crew was an experience I'll never forget!"
Precipitately, a figure rose from a dark corner of the coffee room.
Pretty pirate, indeed! grumbled Jack to himself, taking his leave.