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

[futures_of_ash]

Unsettling? Certainly...and Protective...one would almost think she'd fall to growling soon.

That didn't prevent her form reaching out to gently touch the girl's hands, and then...then there was warmth, spreading and thick Caribbean heat.

Re: Arrivals

[try_corsets]

Elizabeth gasps.

Her eyes slip closed, and for a moment, her smile is easy and free.

"If that's not magic, I don't know what is."

Re: Arrivals

[futures_of_ash]

"Just a legacy of my mother" Rachel shrugged. "Flame and memory. Magic is a lot more complicated than a nifty bloodline."

"Though it would be worth it maybe to learn how to turn people into frogs..."

Re: Arrivals

[try_corsets]

"Or fish," Elizabeth blurts out. "Fish would be useful."

Distracted, she smiles at Rachel.

"Thank you."

Re: Arrivals

[futures_of_ash]

"I'd feel bad about turning them into fish..." she admitted. "Fish just kind of flop around...and I'd have to find water..."

Then she just chuckled "Welcome"