Tall Tales?
The theme for this week's drabble challenge at Black Pearl Sails is 'Believe'. An old joke immediately sprang to mind.
Many thanks to the_stowaway for a quick beta reading and suggested change!
~ Tall Tales? ~
“….and the blasted sea-wench splashed me with ‘er saucy silver tail as she took herself off!”
Laughter and murmurs of approval rewarded the finale of another outlandish story, though it was apparent Gibbs was quite serious about its veracity.
“He really seems to believe all that nonsense he spouts!” Will exclaimed, chuckling.
“’Course he does,” Jack drawled, his eyes aglow with rum. He picked up the bottle. “Here, have another.”
“No, thanks.” Will set his hand over his empty mug, but too late, resulting in a cold, wet spill.
“Oh, sorry. Criminal waste. Could take care of that for you.” Jack licked his lips and grinned goldly.
Will rolled his eyes. “You’re incorrigible.”
“Of course, darlin’. That’s why you like me.” Jack’s leer changed to a pout as Will picked up a raggedy napkin and blotted at his wet hand. The pirate said, with tipsy belligerence, “Anyway, why shouldn’t mermaids be true? Gibbs ain’t a liar.”
Will raised a brow. “Jack! A mermaid? How can you believe such stuff?”
Jack shook his head. “How can you be so bloody thick? Where’ve you been? You forgettin’ the cursed undead skeletal pirates, mate?”
Will stared, and then frowned. Jack nodded sagely.
“Oh,” said Will, finally.
“Oh!” Jack mocked. “So, what’s not to believe, eh?”
Memory and possibility gave assurance a swift kick. “I… believe…”
“Aye?” Jack prompted.
Will shook his head, and then reached for the bottle. “I believe… I’ll have another drink.”
~.~
Many thanks to the_stowaway for a quick beta reading and suggested change!
~ Tall Tales? ~
“….and the blasted sea-wench splashed me with ‘er saucy silver tail as she took herself off!”
Laughter and murmurs of approval rewarded the finale of another outlandish story, though it was apparent Gibbs was quite serious about its veracity.
“He really seems to believe all that nonsense he spouts!” Will exclaimed, chuckling.
“’Course he does,” Jack drawled, his eyes aglow with rum. He picked up the bottle. “Here, have another.”
“No, thanks.” Will set his hand over his empty mug, but too late, resulting in a cold, wet spill.
“Oh, sorry. Criminal waste. Could take care of that for you.” Jack licked his lips and grinned goldly.
Will rolled his eyes. “You’re incorrigible.”
“Of course, darlin’. That’s why you like me.” Jack’s leer changed to a pout as Will picked up a raggedy napkin and blotted at his wet hand. The pirate said, with tipsy belligerence, “Anyway, why shouldn’t mermaids be true? Gibbs ain’t a liar.”
Will raised a brow. “Jack! A mermaid? How can you believe such stuff?”
Jack shook his head. “How can you be so bloody thick? Where’ve you been? You forgettin’ the cursed undead skeletal pirates, mate?”
Will stared, and then frowned. Jack nodded sagely.
“Oh,” said Will, finally.
“Oh!” Jack mocked. “So, what’s not to believe, eh?”
Memory and possibility gave assurance a swift kick. “I… believe…”
“Aye?” Jack prompted.
Will shook his head, and then reached for the bottle. “I believe… I’ll have another drink.”
~.~