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fandomtownies2006-01-24 10:32 am
psycho-barbie.livejournal.com) wrote in fandomtownies2006-01-24 10:32 am
The Park, Late Monday Night.
In the dead of the night a shadowy figure snuck into the park, and made a bee-line for the benches near the duckpond.
After struggling with the benches for several minutes, the shadowy figure ran off and returned with a battle-axe.
A short while later two of the benches had been reduced to kindling and the others were carefully hacked off their mountings.
About half an hour after that, the benches and kindling-that-used-to-be-benches were neatly stacked in a neat bonfire arrangement next to the pond, but away from the trees.
The shadowy figure crouched near the heap of wood and flicked on a lighter. They then ran off again, this time returning with a gerry-can of oil. The next time the shadowy figure put their lighter to the kindling it caught light quickly.
The shadowy figure just as quickly retreated to the trees to watch. They might have been cackling a little.
After struggling with the benches for several minutes, the shadowy figure ran off and returned with a battle-axe.
A short while later two of the benches had been reduced to kindling and the others were carefully hacked off their mountings.
About half an hour after that, the benches and kindling-that-used-to-be-benches were neatly stacked in a neat bonfire arrangement next to the pond, but away from the trees.
The shadowy figure crouched near the heap of wood and flicked on a lighter. They then ran off again, this time returning with a gerry-can of oil. The next time the shadowy figure put their lighter to the kindling it caught light quickly.
The shadowy figure just as quickly retreated to the trees to watch. They might have been cackling a little.
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And it had been a long time since he'd gotten to pillage.
Also? Roasted marshmallows smelled good.
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Pirate. The ancient enemy.
She deliberately set her marshmallow on fire and whirled to face him.
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Sure, she was reaching into her holsters, but who knew that? Aside from Miho, that is.
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After all, they liked listening to the pirate on the radio.
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"Lovely night fer a spot o' burnin', aye?" he said lightly.
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These things happen.
Barbossa gave a small wave at the undergrowth, then turned to address the girl speaking to him.
"Normally I be plunderin', then I be burnin'," he said. "But I be not sure thar be anythin' t' plunder in this town."
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If only he could remember what the correct response was.
He slowly reached for his bottle of rum.
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He looked around in vain hope for dozens of more ninjas to come and get in each others' way.
No dice.
But the pride, such as it was, of all pirates were on the line.
He couldn't turn tail and run.
"I was goin' t' offer ye some of me rum," he said. "Splash some on a marshmallow, ye get a much bigger flame."
Please, please don't kill me.
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Besides, the night was young.
She offered him a marshmallow onna stick.
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He poked it into the fire.
Mmm. Flambe.
He smiled and held the flask out to Miho.
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Fire pretty.
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It wasn't quite like hanging out with the crew on ship, but this was nice in its own way.
Plus the crew never shared their marshmallows.
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She would have keelhauled the crew for not sharing their marshmallows. Except she wasn't quite sure what keelhauling was. It sounded like it involved fishhooks. She supposed she could ask the pirate, but that would require speaking.
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