The Brothers Bazaar
Author: Tseek_Unique
Rating: PG- conniving siblings.
Summary: The brothers bizarre go---shopping!
Disclaimer: Property of Disney, I own nothing. They own me. *sigh*
Pairings:implied: None at all. Just terminal silliness!
Author's Notes: A completed short story.
Feedback: cherished as always, my luvs.
When the door of Jack’s cabin flew open with a bang, Jack started at the sudden noise, then looked down at the flood of spilled ink that flowed over the written document on the table before him.
Jonah, walking stick gripped in hand, flung out his arms in greeting. “Dear brother!”
Oh, bloody hell! Jack grit his teeth, crumpled the ruined document and flung it at his twin brother.
“Can you never be bothered to knock, Jonah? For the better part of this morn I ‘ave worked on this document and now t’is ruined!”
Jonah pouted. As Jack wiped at the spilled ink with a cloth, Jonah lifted the hem of his long, white shirt daintily and stepped about the puddle on the floor.
“Is that anyway to greet your brother?” asked Jonah. “Do I not merit even a tiny kiss?”
Jack shook his forefinger. “I’ll bite a hole in yer cheek!”
Jonah drew back and glared. He sighed, held one hand to his heart, then gracefully he sank into a chair as Jack scrubbed at the stains on the table and floor. Jack cast an angry glance at his brother. Jonah stuck out his tongue and Jack did the same.
“Jack, let us not argue this day,” Jonah implored. “I have just come from the harbor. A ship has arrived from India loaded with all manners of exquisite goods. They are setting up a bazaar!”
Jack waved his ink-stained hand dismissively. “Well, off ye go then. Ye’ll have t’ find someone else to pick pockets with ye today, Jonah. I must finish my work.”
Jonah glared and sprang to his feet.
“Pick pockets?”
Jack ducked as a candleholder sailed over his head.
“I am not so needful a man that I must pick pockets! I came to ask you to go with me to the bazaar.”
Jack wrinkled his brow as he wiped ink from his hands. “And for what purpose should we go?”
“Well… to buy things. Really, Jack just look at you.”
Delicately, Jonah tugged on one of Jack’s ragged sleeves.
“You’re such a mess!”
Jack’s eyes widened. Jonah slid his arm about Jack’s waist and nuzzled his nose against Jack’s tenderly. Jack felt the gold crown on Jonah’s head press against his headscarf.
“Will you not tidy yourself just a bit and come with me?” asked Jonah. “The walk is not so far. It would so benefit your dropsy.”
Jack huffed as he considered. “I will naught be kept there for more than an hour. Heed my words.”
Jonah clapped his hands together in delight. “Oh, but an hour would be perfect!”
Jonah sat as Jack scrubbed his hands in the basin and retied his headscarf. Then Jonah picked up his walking stick and the two departed.
***
Arm in arm, the brothers strolled though the bazaar. About them, the air was thick with the exotic odors of incense and spices. Merchants shouted, sheep and goats bleated and wares of every sort were displayed in the numerous stalls. Jack saw about him the glint of copper, silks and velvets in blue, green and scarlet and hundreds of bracelets, rings and necklaces. Jonah suddenly tugged on his arm and stepped to a stall. He picked up a roll of fine, red silk.
“Ah! Look, Jack!”
Jonah held the fabric to Jack’s breast and considered. Jack sighed.
“No,” said Jonah with a shake of his head. “I don’t like the color. Oh, but this one!”
He picked up a roll of white silk and held it against Jack.
“Oh, what a fine shirt that will make. We’ll take it.”
“Jonah, I ‘ave a dozen shirts.”
The middle-aged woman dressed in calico smiled as she took Jonah’s coins and wrapped the cloth in paper.
“Twins, are ye?” she asked.
“So you noticed,” replied Jonah. “My brother Jack is the oldest.”
Jonah took the cloth, handed it to Jack and the pair continued on. Jack stepped to a table to examine an array of silver bracelets. He picked one up and held it to his wrist.
“A fine choice, sir!” said the merchant.
Jonah wrinkled his nose. “Not that one, Jack! Try this one instead.”
Jonah picked up a gold bracelet and held it to Jack’s wrist.
“Much more fetching, I think,” said Jonah. “We’ll take it. And…”
Jonah picked up a gold ring.
“Try it on, Jack.”
But the ring passed over Jack’s rheumatic knuckle only with great difficulty.
“We’ll take it,” said Jonah.
Jack struggled to remove the ring as the merchant wrapped the bracelet.
“Jonah, t’is too small!”
“I think it will be fine.”
The merchant wrapped the ring and took Jonah’s coins.
“The pair o’ ye are twins?” asked the merchant. “Identical, ye are.”
Jack rolled his eyes. “Aye, looks just me, does ‘e naught?”
“Oh, Jack, don’t be silly. I’m much better looking than you are.”
Jonah took the jewelry, gave it Jack and the brothers moved on. Suddenly, Jonah gasped in delight and hurried to a stall. He gathered up an armload of exquisite fabrics, scarlet, blue and purple. He unfolded the purple cloth.
“Here, Jack, let me see what it looks like,” said Jonah.
He draped it over Jack’s head. Jack grimaced as Jonah pondered.
“Jonah, did ye naught notice? I do na wear a veil.”
“Well, perhaps it’s time to consider it. That looks splendid. We’ll take it.”
The merchant took Jonah’s coins and folded the cloth.
“Ne’er have I seen a pair that looked more alike,” said the man.
Jonah plopped the cloth into Jack’s arms and they proceeded down the street. A woman called from another stall.
“Crocks and jars! Crocks and jars, sir!”
Jonah swished over to the woman and examined the jars.
“Have you no alabaster jars?” he asked.
“Alabaster, sir?”
“It is a white stone.”
The wizened face grinned suddenly. She reached into a wooden crate and withdrew three white stone jars.
Jack pouted as Jonah withdrew his purse.
“Jonah, for what purpose do we ‘ave need o’ them?”
“They are excellent for medicines, Jack. Far better than your wooden boxes.”
The merchant woman leaned a little closer and lowered her voice.
“Is ‘e ye twin, sir? Looks just like ye!”
Jonah placed the jars atop the fabrics. By now, the stack of goods in Jack’s arms reached his chin and his breathing had begun to labor. Jonah slipped his arm around his waist and studied his face with wide eyes.
“Jack, are you alright? Is your heart troubling you again?”
“I am beleaguered by reason of this load!”
Jonah drew a sharp breath. “I shall find you a chair at once! Wait here!”
Jonah hurried to a stall and studied the variety of chairs there. Bloody hurry, already! thought Jack. Jonah finally grabbed a chair with ornate carving, paid the merchant and hurried back to Jack. Jack sank into the chair and breathed heavily. Jonah planted a tender kiss on his temple and stroked his braids gently.
“Do rest yourself,” said Jonah. “Oh, I curse myself for having kept you out far too long!”
Presently, the heaviness in Jack’s chest abated and Jonah helped him to his feet. Jonah picked up the chair and piled it atop the load in Jack’s arms.
“Now, Jack, if you need to sit again, tell me. I will not have you fainting in the road.”
***
Jack dropped the load onto floor of his cabin and collapsed into a chair. Jonah poured water into a bowl and brought it to his lips. Jack gulped the water while Jonah unbuttoned his shirt. He wrung a cloth out in water and placed it to Jack’s forehead.
“Is that better, my darling?” asked Jonah.
“Aye! I feel better already.”
Jack kissed Jonah’s hand, looked at the pile of swag and grinned. Not all is to my liking, but what a dandy I’ll be in that cloth and gold jewelry! he thought. He looked around at a tap on the door. Simms, a crew member from the Black Heart, opened the door.
“Ready, Cap’n?” he asked.
Jonah gestured to the merchandise. “Yes, Simms. You may take it all to my cabin now.”
Jack watched in bewilderment as Simms collected the goods and departed. He turned to stare at his brother.
“What t’is the meanin’ of this?” he demanded. “That cloth t’was for my new clothes and th’ jars for my medicines!”
Jonah drew back, his eyes wide and his hands held delicately aloft.
“New clothes? Why, Jack, you told me yourself you have a dozen shirts! You have no need of medicine jars or a ring that won’t fit over those gnarled fingers of yours.”
“I have been misled!”
Jonah scowled. “And did I ever say even once that that any of those articles were for you? Tell me!”
Jack pouted.
“I thought not,” said Jonah.
“Then why did ye trouble me t’ go there? You could ‘ave taken one of yer own men to carry your things!”
Calmly, Jonah poured more water into the bowl and eased it toward Jack.
“Well, we are identical, are we not?”
“So I ‘ave been told a hundred times.”
“And I’m very particular when I pick out new clothes.”
Jonah picked up his walking stick and winked.
“I just wanted to see how I looked in them.”
Finis
Historical reference: absolutely none!
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Rating: PG- conniving siblings.
Summary: The brothers bizarre go---shopping!
Disclaimer: Property of Disney, I own nothing. They own me. *sigh*
Pairings:implied: None at all. Just terminal silliness!
Author's Notes: A completed short story.
Feedback: cherished as always, my luvs.
When the door of Jack’s cabin flew open with a bang, Jack started at the sudden noise, then looked down at the flood of spilled ink that flowed over the written document on the table before him.
Jonah, walking stick gripped in hand, flung out his arms in greeting. “Dear brother!”
Oh, bloody hell! Jack grit his teeth, crumpled the ruined document and flung it at his twin brother.
“Can you never be bothered to knock, Jonah? For the better part of this morn I ‘ave worked on this document and now t’is ruined!”
Jonah pouted. As Jack wiped at the spilled ink with a cloth, Jonah lifted the hem of his long, white shirt daintily and stepped about the puddle on the floor.
“Is that anyway to greet your brother?” asked Jonah. “Do I not merit even a tiny kiss?”
Jack shook his forefinger. “I’ll bite a hole in yer cheek!”
Jonah drew back and glared. He sighed, held one hand to his heart, then gracefully he sank into a chair as Jack scrubbed at the stains on the table and floor. Jack cast an angry glance at his brother. Jonah stuck out his tongue and Jack did the same.
“Jack, let us not argue this day,” Jonah implored. “I have just come from the harbor. A ship has arrived from India loaded with all manners of exquisite goods. They are setting up a bazaar!”
Jack waved his ink-stained hand dismissively. “Well, off ye go then. Ye’ll have t’ find someone else to pick pockets with ye today, Jonah. I must finish my work.”
Jonah glared and sprang to his feet.
“Pick pockets?”
Jack ducked as a candleholder sailed over his head.
“I am not so needful a man that I must pick pockets! I came to ask you to go with me to the bazaar.”
Jack wrinkled his brow as he wiped ink from his hands. “And for what purpose should we go?”
“Well… to buy things. Really, Jack just look at you.”
Delicately, Jonah tugged on one of Jack’s ragged sleeves.
“You’re such a mess!”
Jack’s eyes widened. Jonah slid his arm about Jack’s waist and nuzzled his nose against Jack’s tenderly. Jack felt the gold crown on Jonah’s head press against his headscarf.
“Will you not tidy yourself just a bit and come with me?” asked Jonah. “The walk is not so far. It would so benefit your dropsy.”
Jack huffed as he considered. “I will naught be kept there for more than an hour. Heed my words.”
Jonah clapped his hands together in delight. “Oh, but an hour would be perfect!”
Jonah sat as Jack scrubbed his hands in the basin and retied his headscarf. Then Jonah picked up his walking stick and the two departed.
***
Arm in arm, the brothers strolled though the bazaar. About them, the air was thick with the exotic odors of incense and spices. Merchants shouted, sheep and goats bleated and wares of every sort were displayed in the numerous stalls. Jack saw about him the glint of copper, silks and velvets in blue, green and scarlet and hundreds of bracelets, rings and necklaces. Jonah suddenly tugged on his arm and stepped to a stall. He picked up a roll of fine, red silk.
“Ah! Look, Jack!”
Jonah held the fabric to Jack’s breast and considered. Jack sighed.
“No,” said Jonah with a shake of his head. “I don’t like the color. Oh, but this one!”
He picked up a roll of white silk and held it against Jack.
“Oh, what a fine shirt that will make. We’ll take it.”
“Jonah, I ‘ave a dozen shirts.”
The middle-aged woman dressed in calico smiled as she took Jonah’s coins and wrapped the cloth in paper.
“Twins, are ye?” she asked.
“So you noticed,” replied Jonah. “My brother Jack is the oldest.”
Jonah took the cloth, handed it to Jack and the pair continued on. Jack stepped to a table to examine an array of silver bracelets. He picked one up and held it to his wrist.
“A fine choice, sir!” said the merchant.
Jonah wrinkled his nose. “Not that one, Jack! Try this one instead.”
Jonah picked up a gold bracelet and held it to Jack’s wrist.
“Much more fetching, I think,” said Jonah. “We’ll take it. And…”
Jonah picked up a gold ring.
“Try it on, Jack.”
But the ring passed over Jack’s rheumatic knuckle only with great difficulty.
“We’ll take it,” said Jonah.
Jack struggled to remove the ring as the merchant wrapped the bracelet.
“Jonah, t’is too small!”
“I think it will be fine.”
The merchant wrapped the ring and took Jonah’s coins.
“The pair o’ ye are twins?” asked the merchant. “Identical, ye are.”
Jack rolled his eyes. “Aye, looks just me, does ‘e naught?”
“Oh, Jack, don’t be silly. I’m much better looking than you are.”
Jonah took the jewelry, gave it Jack and the brothers moved on. Suddenly, Jonah gasped in delight and hurried to a stall. He gathered up an armload of exquisite fabrics, scarlet, blue and purple. He unfolded the purple cloth.
“Here, Jack, let me see what it looks like,” said Jonah.
He draped it over Jack’s head. Jack grimaced as Jonah pondered.
“Jonah, did ye naught notice? I do na wear a veil.”
“Well, perhaps it’s time to consider it. That looks splendid. We’ll take it.”
The merchant took Jonah’s coins and folded the cloth.
“Ne’er have I seen a pair that looked more alike,” said the man.
Jonah plopped the cloth into Jack’s arms and they proceeded down the street. A woman called from another stall.
“Crocks and jars! Crocks and jars, sir!”
Jonah swished over to the woman and examined the jars.
“Have you no alabaster jars?” he asked.
“Alabaster, sir?”
“It is a white stone.”
The wizened face grinned suddenly. She reached into a wooden crate and withdrew three white stone jars.
Jack pouted as Jonah withdrew his purse.
“Jonah, for what purpose do we ‘ave need o’ them?”
“They are excellent for medicines, Jack. Far better than your wooden boxes.”
The merchant woman leaned a little closer and lowered her voice.
“Is ‘e ye twin, sir? Looks just like ye!”
Jonah placed the jars atop the fabrics. By now, the stack of goods in Jack’s arms reached his chin and his breathing had begun to labor. Jonah slipped his arm around his waist and studied his face with wide eyes.
“Jack, are you alright? Is your heart troubling you again?”
“I am beleaguered by reason of this load!”
Jonah drew a sharp breath. “I shall find you a chair at once! Wait here!”
Jonah hurried to a stall and studied the variety of chairs there. Bloody hurry, already! thought Jack. Jonah finally grabbed a chair with ornate carving, paid the merchant and hurried back to Jack. Jack sank into the chair and breathed heavily. Jonah planted a tender kiss on his temple and stroked his braids gently.
“Do rest yourself,” said Jonah. “Oh, I curse myself for having kept you out far too long!”
Presently, the heaviness in Jack’s chest abated and Jonah helped him to his feet. Jonah picked up the chair and piled it atop the load in Jack’s arms.
“Now, Jack, if you need to sit again, tell me. I will not have you fainting in the road.”
***
Jack dropped the load onto floor of his cabin and collapsed into a chair. Jonah poured water into a bowl and brought it to his lips. Jack gulped the water while Jonah unbuttoned his shirt. He wrung a cloth out in water and placed it to Jack’s forehead.
“Is that better, my darling?” asked Jonah.
“Aye! I feel better already.”
Jack kissed Jonah’s hand, looked at the pile of swag and grinned. Not all is to my liking, but what a dandy I’ll be in that cloth and gold jewelry! he thought. He looked around at a tap on the door. Simms, a crew member from the Black Heart, opened the door.
“Ready, Cap’n?” he asked.
Jonah gestured to the merchandise. “Yes, Simms. You may take it all to my cabin now.”
Jack watched in bewilderment as Simms collected the goods and departed. He turned to stare at his brother.
“What t’is the meanin’ of this?” he demanded. “That cloth t’was for my new clothes and th’ jars for my medicines!”
Jonah drew back, his eyes wide and his hands held delicately aloft.
“New clothes? Why, Jack, you told me yourself you have a dozen shirts! You have no need of medicine jars or a ring that won’t fit over those gnarled fingers of yours.”
“I have been misled!”
Jonah scowled. “And did I ever say even once that that any of those articles were for you? Tell me!”
Jack pouted.
“I thought not,” said Jonah.
“Then why did ye trouble me t’ go there? You could ‘ave taken one of yer own men to carry your things!”
Calmly, Jonah poured more water into the bowl and eased it toward Jack.
“Well, we are identical, are we not?”
“So I ‘ave been told a hundred times.”
“And I’m very particular when I pick out new clothes.”
Jonah picked up his walking stick and winked.
“I just wanted to see how I looked in them.”
Finis
Historical reference: absolutely none!
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