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.

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Re: Arrivals

[politestpirate.livejournal.com]

The sudden shift does not quite surprise Wellard- he has probably done a conversation change like that a time or two himself.

Elizabeth's smile gets blinked at for a moment or two, and he smiles faintly, shrugging.

"Ah- there's really not a lot to talk about, Miss Swann. Most of the travels I was in before arriving at Milliways had to do with the war."

Re: Arrivals

[try_corsets]

"War," she murmurs, smile slipping slightly. "I see. And not against pirates, I assume?"

Sometimes, she wonders if it will be a blessing or a curse to know these things when she returns home.

Re: Arrivals

[politestpirate.livejournal.com]

"With the french, though..." He smiles wryly. "You've quite a lot of time before it happens, I guess. They have a revolution and kill off their king, and so then go after us." Wellard shrugs, amused.

Re: Arrivals

[try_corsets]

Elizabeth makes a face.

"I don't much like the French."

They are so very... French.

"And what becomes of the East India Company?" Elizabeth asks idly.