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]

Which likely means Jack has not shared the details of his death with Gibbs, and Elizabeth certainly isn't going to be the one to tell him. She smiles wanly.

"I have not heard of Serenity," she says. After a moment, a small laugh escapes. "But then, I'm not given to feeling particularly serene."

Re: Arrivals

[pirate-gibbs.livejournal.com]

"Even on the Lord's birthday?" Once, even Gibbs was a lad, though this holiday was never quite the feast he's helping serve today.

Re: Arrivals

[try_corsets]

"Given the acquaintances I have made since my arrival," she hedges, "perhaps I should make an exception for today."

Taking a deep breath, Elizabeth straightens and looks him in the eye.

"Care to show me to the rum, Mr. Gibbs?"

Re: Arrivals

[pirate-gibbs.livejournal.com]

Gibbs looks at her dubiously. He's heard Jack's opinion of her opinion of rum. But it IS Christmas, so he'll give her the benefit of the doubt.

"Right this way, Miss Swann."

Re: Arrivals

[try_corsets]

Elizabeth smiles wryly to herself. She considers telling him she has no intention of burning his stock, and that despite her disapproval, even Elizabeth must admit the drink has its uses. Feeling ornery, she says no such thing and follows along, casting calculating looks around the ship.