The Stowaway ([info]the_stowaway) wrote in [info]moody_pirates,
2006-11-24 11:23:00

Jubilant

Pausing in his labours, Jack stood for a moment, grinning like a fool. The sound of a fiddle came faint from the party still in full swing topside. He laughed aloud and began to dance, alone in the great cabin of the Black Pearl, stamping and twirling like a dervish; sash flying, beads clicking.

"Mine at last!" he crowed, "Mine again at last."

Finally, winded, he stood, hands on knees, and chuckled, amused (if somewhat embarrassed); grateful the door was locked.

Straightening, he danced a few more steps and tossed yet another armload of Barbossa's effects out the stern windows.

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[info]poetic_self

December 18 2006, 14:26:16 UTC 5 years ago

Oh yes! I can see that! :D

[info]the_stowaway

December 19 2006, 23:48:21 UTC 5 years ago

So can I. Ten years of waiting would create some such reaction, I was sure. Thank you!

[info]veronica_rich

December 18 2006, 14:47:34 UTC 5 years ago

Hilarious!

[info]the_stowaway

December 19 2006, 23:48:49 UTC 5 years ago

Thanks! It made me chuckle writing it.

[info]voleuse

December 18 2006, 18:23:26 UTC 5 years ago

Hee!

[info]the_stowaway

December 19 2006, 23:49:34 UTC 5 years ago

Hee, indeed! Jack being giddy is endearing.
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