Tentacle Drabble: 'Chinese Take-Out'
275 words for potc_dogwatch using the prompt tentacles. Somewhat spoilery (though undoubtedly A/U) for AWE. Many thanks to hereswith for the beta read.
~ Chinese Take Out ~
Sao Feng studied the group assembled at his table in the Great Cabin of the Empress. The beautiful Elizabeth Swann, who was so much more than she seemed - a warrior, certainly. A goddess, perhaps? Time would tell. Her young man, the intrepid William Turner, was possessed of a darkness, and a deadly determination. That one would bear watching. Tia Dalma, a witch if ever he'd seen one, yet strangely pleasing to the eye. Barbossa: an old friend, though one could hardly call him such without cynicism. Untrustworthy, and lacking finesse -- but his skills would be valuable in the coming conflict.
And Sparrow: slippery and mischievous as an eel. How good it had been to finally meet with him again, and give him a taste of what he so richly deserved.
Ah! And here would be another taste. He said to the company, "Seven Precious Treasures - our chef's own recipe!" as the old auntie ladled the soup into their waiting bowls.
Elizabeth Swann inhaled its fragrance, her eyelids, like pale shells, sinking in delight. "Oh, lovely!" she breathed.
Barbossa said, "Haven't had a meal this fine since we left the Caribbean. I thankee, Sao Feng."
Sao Feng nodded gravely, but kept his eye on Sparrow. The beautiful pirate (Sao Feng would hit harder, next time) stared at his bowl in dawning distaste; picked up the chop sticks and deftly plucked an object, dripping from the soup: the smallest and tenderest of squid, tentacles delicately curled.
Sparrow raised a jaundiced eye to Sao Feng's. "I suppose this is your idea of a joke."
Sao Feng merely smiled.
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~ Chinese Take Out ~
Sao Feng studied the group assembled at his table in the Great Cabin of the Empress. The beautiful Elizabeth Swann, who was so much more than she seemed - a warrior, certainly. A goddess, perhaps? Time would tell. Her young man, the intrepid William Turner, was possessed of a darkness, and a deadly determination. That one would bear watching. Tia Dalma, a witch if ever he'd seen one, yet strangely pleasing to the eye. Barbossa: an old friend, though one could hardly call him such without cynicism. Untrustworthy, and lacking finesse -- but his skills would be valuable in the coming conflict.
And Sparrow: slippery and mischievous as an eel. How good it had been to finally meet with him again, and give him a taste of what he so richly deserved.
Ah! And here would be another taste. He said to the company, "Seven Precious Treasures - our chef's own recipe!" as the old auntie ladled the soup into their waiting bowls.
Elizabeth Swann inhaled its fragrance, her eyelids, like pale shells, sinking in delight. "Oh, lovely!" she breathed.
Barbossa said, "Haven't had a meal this fine since we left the Caribbean. I thankee, Sao Feng."
Sao Feng nodded gravely, but kept his eye on Sparrow. The beautiful pirate (Sao Feng would hit harder, next time) stared at his bowl in dawning distaste; picked up the chop sticks and deftly plucked an object, dripping from the soup: the smallest and tenderest of squid, tentacles delicately curled.
Sparrow raised a jaundiced eye to Sao Feng's. "I suppose this is your idea of a joke."
Sao Feng merely smiled.
~.~