Paying Up
Author: immortaljedi aka jedipati
Disclaimer: I don’t own any of the characters in this story. Nope. None of them.
Characters: Captain Jones, crew
Rating: PG
Summary: Captain Jones loses a bet. He deals with the particularly humiliating forfeit.
Author’s Note: This Lighter Moment- and it is a Lighter Moment- takes place sometime before Curse of the Black Pearl.
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Captain Davy Jones paced back and forth his cabin as he waited. It had been two months since he’d lost a bet against Palifico, and they had finally found the necessary outfit for him to wear as he paid up. The crew was currently choosing the outfit for him. He’d been told not to help with this. For once, the Captain followed the orders of his crew. That was part of the wager.
Davy scowled as his first mate entered his cabin. Maccus was carrying the required outfit. Maccus was also trying not to smile.
Davy scowled at him and pointed at the desk. “Leave them there,” he ordered.
Maccus did so, but then he paused. “Captain, I need…”
Davy sighed and rolled his eyes. “I will need some help with this.”
To his credit, and likely because he knew that he’d end up in the brig if he did, Maccus didn’t snicker or laugh.
Davy approached the pile with trepidation. He looked it over, and then turned to Maccus.
“The crew found the most humiliating out of the lot, did they not?”
Maccus shook his head. “Actually, Captain, it’s the only one that we felt would fit.”
Davy snorted as he looked over the pile of clothing. He noticed something and picked it up. He turned to Maccus. “Surely they don’t expect…” he trailed off, unable to finish the thought. “This is beyond the pale.”
Maccus closed his eyes. “The rest won’t fit without it?” His response was partially a statement and partially a question.
The Captain just snorted and dropped the offending item back on the pile.
He stomped over to the bench near his organ. “I canna believe I agreed ta this.” His accent, not light to begin with, grew even heavier. “I was sure I’d win th’ bet.” He took off his hat and set it on the bench.
He turned back around and caught Maccus’ stunned expression. “Oh, it’s not as if ye’ve never seen me without m’ hat!”
“Uh, Captain, I haven’t. I don’t think anyone has,” Maccus said.
Davy frowned, but dismissed that. It was only minor compared to what he had to do next. “Never mind that. Just help me get into this… getup.”
“Aye Captain,” Maccus said. Working as quickly as possible, mostly because Davy just wanted to get this over with, they had him ready to face the music. It took longer then they had expected.
Davy blamed the corset. Finally, he was dressed, and he glanced at the door. He grabbed his hat and settled it back on his head. “I noticed th’ ye didn’t find a hat in all that.”
“No Captain,” Maccus said. The first mate was trying very hard not to smile, but Davy could see his mouth twitching.
Davy glanced at his first mate. “I don’t suppose ye can jus’ tell the crew that ye saw me in this ridiculous getup.”
Maccus did grin then, but Davy decided not to punish him. He’d end up having to punish the entire crew. That wasn’t completely unattractive, if only because he would get revenge for this humiliation, but he did need them to help sail the ship.
Davy looked down at himself. Already, the bright pink of the dress he was wearing was fading and tarnishing. Well, that was something, anyway.
“Fine,” he muttered. “Let’s get this over with.”
Unfortunately, he had to spend the day on deck, in this outfit. That was the terms of the bet. He stepped out of his cabin. Almost immediately, the crew focused on him. He heard several snickers from some of the less disciplined crewmen, but on the whole, the crew managed to restrain themselves.
Davy still scowled and stomped over to the wheel. He took over, and then glanced around. “Back ta work!” he snarled. “Mr. Clanker, Mr. Hadras, get those nets fixed. Mr. Turner, I want an inventory done…”
As he continued to issue orders, he started to feel a bit better. He was Captain of the Flying Dutchman, and his crew had to obey him. Even if he was stuck wearing a dress (and all the accompanying garments) for the day, thanks to a lost bet.
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End Note: As an explanation, a while back there was a certain drawing of Will that made its rounds through the potc fan communities. pktaxwench suggested that I write a story about Will in drag. I put it on the list of potential lighter moments, and sometime between then and now, it mutated into Captain Jones in drag. So, yes, pktaxwench’s idea inspired this story.
Oh, I’ve also got a not-that-great illustration to go with this.
Disclaimer: I don’t own any of the characters in this story. Nope. None of them.
Characters: Captain Jones, crew
Rating: PG
Summary: Captain Jones loses a bet. He deals with the particularly humiliating forfeit.
Author’s Note: This Lighter Moment- and it is a Lighter Moment- takes place sometime before Curse of the Black Pearl.
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Captain Davy Jones paced back and forth his cabin as he waited. It had been two months since he’d lost a bet against Palifico, and they had finally found the necessary outfit for him to wear as he paid up. The crew was currently choosing the outfit for him. He’d been told not to help with this. For once, the Captain followed the orders of his crew. That was part of the wager.
Davy scowled as his first mate entered his cabin. Maccus was carrying the required outfit. Maccus was also trying not to smile.
Davy scowled at him and pointed at the desk. “Leave them there,” he ordered.
Maccus did so, but then he paused. “Captain, I need…”
Davy sighed and rolled his eyes. “I will need some help with this.”
To his credit, and likely because he knew that he’d end up in the brig if he did, Maccus didn’t snicker or laugh.
Davy approached the pile with trepidation. He looked it over, and then turned to Maccus.
“The crew found the most humiliating out of the lot, did they not?”
Maccus shook his head. “Actually, Captain, it’s the only one that we felt would fit.”
Davy snorted as he looked over the pile of clothing. He noticed something and picked it up. He turned to Maccus. “Surely they don’t expect…” he trailed off, unable to finish the thought. “This is beyond the pale.”
Maccus closed his eyes. “The rest won’t fit without it?” His response was partially a statement and partially a question.
The Captain just snorted and dropped the offending item back on the pile.
He stomped over to the bench near his organ. “I canna believe I agreed ta this.” His accent, not light to begin with, grew even heavier. “I was sure I’d win th’ bet.” He took off his hat and set it on the bench.
He turned back around and caught Maccus’ stunned expression. “Oh, it’s not as if ye’ve never seen me without m’ hat!”
“Uh, Captain, I haven’t. I don’t think anyone has,” Maccus said.
Davy frowned, but dismissed that. It was only minor compared to what he had to do next. “Never mind that. Just help me get into this… getup.”
“Aye Captain,” Maccus said. Working as quickly as possible, mostly because Davy just wanted to get this over with, they had him ready to face the music. It took longer then they had expected.
Davy blamed the corset. Finally, he was dressed, and he glanced at the door. He grabbed his hat and settled it back on his head. “I noticed th’ ye didn’t find a hat in all that.”
“No Captain,” Maccus said. The first mate was trying very hard not to smile, but Davy could see his mouth twitching.
Davy glanced at his first mate. “I don’t suppose ye can jus’ tell the crew that ye saw me in this ridiculous getup.”
Maccus did grin then, but Davy decided not to punish him. He’d end up having to punish the entire crew. That wasn’t completely unattractive, if only because he would get revenge for this humiliation, but he did need them to help sail the ship.
Davy looked down at himself. Already, the bright pink of the dress he was wearing was fading and tarnishing. Well, that was something, anyway.
“Fine,” he muttered. “Let’s get this over with.”
Unfortunately, he had to spend the day on deck, in this outfit. That was the terms of the bet. He stepped out of his cabin. Almost immediately, the crew focused on him. He heard several snickers from some of the less disciplined crewmen, but on the whole, the crew managed to restrain themselves.
Davy still scowled and stomped over to the wheel. He took over, and then glanced around. “Back ta work!” he snarled. “Mr. Clanker, Mr. Hadras, get those nets fixed. Mr. Turner, I want an inventory done…”
As he continued to issue orders, he started to feel a bit better. He was Captain of the Flying Dutchman, and his crew had to obey him. Even if he was stuck wearing a dress (and all the accompanying garments) for the day, thanks to a lost bet.
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End Note: As an explanation, a while back there was a certain drawing of Will that made its rounds through the potc fan communities. pktaxwench suggested that I write a story about Will in drag. I put it on the list of potential lighter moments, and sometime between then and now, it mutated into Captain Jones in drag. So, yes, pktaxwench’s idea inspired this story.
Oh, I’ve also got a not-that-great illustration to go with this.
