Ficlet - Pretty in Pink
Written by: mamazano
Title: Pretty in Pink
Rating: PG
Characters: Gibbs, Scarlett & Giselle, with a touch of Pierre
Disclaimer: Disney owns them, I just like playing with them.
Words: 700
Prompt: Chair at blackpearlsails .
A/N: A sequel to the original drabble that can be found here. French Whimsies.
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Joshamee Gibbs, as was his usual custom when making port in Tortuga, made his way to the Painted Lady dress shop, looking forward to seeing two of his favorite ladies. A strictly platonic relationship, nevertheless he enjoyed their company and always made of point of stopping in to visit.
Giselle opened the door on his first knock. “Shhh.” Giselle put a finger to her lips and nodded towards the sleeping form.
Gibbs squinted at the figure and scratched his head. “Sure he’s sleeping?” he whispered. “Seems a bit like a fish flopping on shore.”
As a matter of fact, the slumbering Pierre was twitching and stirring, having a most delightful, and totally non-fishy dream. Pierre and a certain Capitaine, together, in the most revealing of moments.
Scarlett, eyes narrowed, tapped her foot. “Now don’t be blaming poor Pierre for dreaming. After all it was your Captain who gave him that chair.
Mr. Gibbs hadn’t noticed the chair at first. But now she’d mentioned it, he remembered the day quite clearly.
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The ship was Dutch. The captain, French. The crew was a mixture of the usual lot you’d find looking for a berth in the Caribbean. All of them were surly and totally unreasonable.
The more reason to plunder them, had said Jack Sparrow, feared pirate captain of the notorious Black Pearl. The Pearl’s men had rounded up the merchant ship’s crew and held them at pistol and knife point while their cargo was offloaded, right down to the china and silver in the Captain’s cabin. The Captain had watched emotionlessly until a lavishly carved, ornate pink chair had been carried over the gangplank.
“No, No!” the merchant ship’s captain had cried, wringing his hands in despair. “Mon Dieu! Pas mon chaire! C'est la plupart ennuyeux!”
Jack Sparrow had grinned and tapped the irate captain with his sword. “It’s only a chair, mate. And a sight ugly one at that. But… I do happen to know a certain Frenchman who will be more than delighted to take it off me hands.”
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True to his word, the chair had been delivered with much ceremony to Pierre the next time they made port in Tortuga. In return, Jack had procured a large assortment of wine and cheeses, along with a new sash and shirt. A bit frillier than he would have chosen, but always good barter material when needed. The fact that Pierre complained of never seeing his creations modeled did not trouble Jack in the least. Tit for tat, as Gibbs would say.
So the new chair had become the favorite, the old one from a previous raid delegated to a corner of the shop, when it sat in forlorn abandonment.
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“So what will become of the old chair?” Gibbs had asked, after settling down with the girls for some ale in the Faithful Bride.
“Don’t know,” Giselle shrugged. “Pierre had offered it to me but it’s not quite my style. What about you, Letty?”
Scarlett wrinkled her nose in disgust. “I like to think I have more taste than that!”
Just at that moment a “Yoo hoo!! Joshie!” sounded above the usual din in the crowded tavern.
Gibbs turned almost as pink as the chair in question, but grinned ear to ear as a large, buxom blonde bobbed and weaved her way across the room, parting patrons with her ample bow.
“I was hoping I’d find you,” gushed the woman as she plopped down on the bench beside Gibbs, her bosom ballooning across the table, threatening to topple several drinks. Gibbs made a saving grab for his and put a welcoming arm around her plump shoulders.
“Sally!” he said, smiling and waggling his brows. “I was hoping t’ find you, too.”
“You promised to bring me something special next time you made port,” Sally said, looking around expectedly.
Giselle nudged Scarlett and the two women rose. “We’ll just be leaving you two alone, then,” Scarlett said.
“Good to see you, Josh,” Giselle added.
Gibbs held up a hand for them to wait and turned to Sally. “I do have something special for you.” He gave a knowing wink to the other women and asked, “Tell me, Sally. Do you like pink?”
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Title: Pretty in Pink
Rating: PG
Characters: Gibbs, Scarlett & Giselle, with a touch of Pierre
Disclaimer: Disney owns them, I just like playing with them.
Words: 700
Prompt: Chair at blackpearlsails .
A/N: A sequel to the original drabble that can be found here. French Whimsies.
****
Joshamee Gibbs, as was his usual custom when making port in Tortuga, made his way to the Painted Lady dress shop, looking forward to seeing two of his favorite ladies. A strictly platonic relationship, nevertheless he enjoyed their company and always made of point of stopping in to visit.
Giselle opened the door on his first knock. “Shhh.” Giselle put a finger to her lips and nodded towards the sleeping form.
Gibbs squinted at the figure and scratched his head. “Sure he’s sleeping?” he whispered. “Seems a bit like a fish flopping on shore.”
As a matter of fact, the slumbering Pierre was twitching and stirring, having a most delightful, and totally non-fishy dream. Pierre and a certain Capitaine, together, in the most revealing of moments.
Scarlett, eyes narrowed, tapped her foot. “Now don’t be blaming poor Pierre for dreaming. After all it was your Captain who gave him that chair.
Mr. Gibbs hadn’t noticed the chair at first. But now she’d mentioned it, he remembered the day quite clearly.
****
The ship was Dutch. The captain, French. The crew was a mixture of the usual lot you’d find looking for a berth in the Caribbean. All of them were surly and totally unreasonable.
The more reason to plunder them, had said Jack Sparrow, feared pirate captain of the notorious Black Pearl. The Pearl’s men had rounded up the merchant ship’s crew and held them at pistol and knife point while their cargo was offloaded, right down to the china and silver in the Captain’s cabin. The Captain had watched emotionlessly until a lavishly carved, ornate pink chair had been carried over the gangplank.
“No, No!” the merchant ship’s captain had cried, wringing his hands in despair. “Mon Dieu! Pas mon chaire! C'est la plupart ennuyeux!”
Jack Sparrow had grinned and tapped the irate captain with his sword. “It’s only a chair, mate. And a sight ugly one at that. But… I do happen to know a certain Frenchman who will be more than delighted to take it off me hands.”
****
True to his word, the chair had been delivered with much ceremony to Pierre the next time they made port in Tortuga. In return, Jack had procured a large assortment of wine and cheeses, along with a new sash and shirt. A bit frillier than he would have chosen, but always good barter material when needed. The fact that Pierre complained of never seeing his creations modeled did not trouble Jack in the least. Tit for tat, as Gibbs would say.
So the new chair had become the favorite, the old one from a previous raid delegated to a corner of the shop, when it sat in forlorn abandonment.
****
“So what will become of the old chair?” Gibbs had asked, after settling down with the girls for some ale in the Faithful Bride.
“Don’t know,” Giselle shrugged. “Pierre had offered it to me but it’s not quite my style. What about you, Letty?”
Scarlett wrinkled her nose in disgust. “I like to think I have more taste than that!”
Just at that moment a “Yoo hoo!! Joshie!” sounded above the usual din in the crowded tavern.
Gibbs turned almost as pink as the chair in question, but grinned ear to ear as a large, buxom blonde bobbed and weaved her way across the room, parting patrons with her ample bow.
“I was hoping I’d find you,” gushed the woman as she plopped down on the bench beside Gibbs, her bosom ballooning across the table, threatening to topple several drinks. Gibbs made a saving grab for his and put a welcoming arm around her plump shoulders.
“Sally!” he said, smiling and waggling his brows. “I was hoping t’ find you, too.”
“You promised to bring me something special next time you made port,” Sally said, looking around expectedly.
Giselle nudged Scarlett and the two women rose. “We’ll just be leaving you two alone, then,” Scarlett said.
“Good to see you, Josh,” Giselle added.
Gibbs held up a hand for them to wait and turned to Sally. “I do have something special for you.” He gave a knowing wink to the other women and asked, “Tell me, Sally. Do you like pink?”
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