Christmas on the Pearl

[pirate_gibbs]

The Captain's quarters are set. The large desk has been cleared of Jack's personal goods. The rest of the room is neat and orderly, as it tends to be (much to Gibbs' constant surprise). Whatever chairs can be found belowdecks have been dragged up by the first mate, creating a cozy feel.

The desk and the larger chests are covered with oilcloth, which serve as crude tablecloths. The ship's hodgepodge of dishes, cups and silverware, plundered from many ports and ships, sit near a selection of traditional holiday treats, from ham to mincepie. At the center of the desk, there is a crystal decanter with a gold nameplate saying "Captain Jack Sparrow", filled with red wine, surrounded by matching glasses.

And there is a small, sparsely decorated tree in a corner near the hammock.

It's Christmas on the Black Pearl. Welcome.

Comments

Re: Arrivals

[try_corsets]

"Why should you?"

Elizabeth shrugs as if this conversation is of no consequence and traces a pattern on the railing.

"Particularly when you can do... what you do. Although that's not really hiding. Just how many faces do you wear, Raven?"

Re: Arrivals

[creator_raven]

"As many as I am wanting, perhaps."

He frowns, considering.

"The pastel polar bear, I think, was not one for lasting."

He sounds regretful about that.

Re: Arrivals

[try_corsets]

Again, Elizabeth's eyes bulge.

"I'm almost ashamed to admit it, but I wish I could've seen that," she says, and maybe there's a hint of a smile lurking about her lips. "Doesn't it ever get confusing?"

Re: Arrivals

[creator_raven]

"Once, perhaps."

He does not look wistful, not quite.

"But I am always learning, so."

Re: Arrivals

[try_corsets]

Elizabeth nods curtly and sighs, eyes sweeping over the deck. It looks so different now, but she very clearly remembers what it looked like not so long ago.

"Only a fool wouldn't continue to learn," she remarks. "Even then, mistakes are repeated. And you do not strike me as a fool. Rather the opposite."