Hi! New guy here. Today Yesterday: Got myself caught up, after a very unproductive day two. It is now technically day four, but I haven't slept, so my brain hasn't quite rolled over.
Anyway, excerpt. Wherein my dear skypirate has accidentally spilled his drink on a Navy fellow in a bar, which becomes a very serious situation when the Navy fellow recognizes him. And we see exactly what this pirate's voice-of-reason first mate has to put up with on a regular basis. ***
One of Asher's particular flaws, as Jensen was being keenly reminded, was his inability to see when it was a good idea to stop talking. Which meant people very often pointed it out for him, and not gently either. This Bill was opting to do so by jerking him close, clutching his wrist so tight that Asher cringed and sort of wilted in the grip.
"You 'ave any idea what's the sentence fer comittin' piracy on that scale?" he hissed. Asher squirmed.
"I'm very much aware, yes. But come, now, that was - that was months ago. And very far from here. For that matter," he mused, fixing the sailor with a quizzical glance, "how do you know that was us? The Osprey, that is."
Jensen knew the answer to that one. He wished he didn't. "We told them, captain."
Asher twisted around to face him, plainly curious. "We did?"
"You did." Jensen's memory of the whole incident was clear enough - clearer, at least, than Asher's seemed to be. He almost envied the captain his ignorance right then.
"Why on Earth," Asher asked simply, "did I do that?"
"You wanted them to remember who we were," Jensen sighed. "In fact, I think you explicitly suggested that they go back and tell their superiors what a fine and daring crew we were. Or something."
"That does sound like something I'd say," Asher admitted with a thoughtful little half-nod. "Yes...that's right, the Kensington. I remember now. You know, in my defense, it seemed like a perfectly fine idea at the time."
"I hope you're at least re-evaluating that theory now."
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Date: 2009-11-04 02:16 pm (UTC)TodayYesterday: Got myself caught up, after a very unproductive day two. It is now technically day four, but I haven't slept, so my brain hasn't quite rolled over.Anyway, excerpt. Wherein my dear skypirate has accidentally spilled his drink on a Navy fellow in a bar, which becomes a very serious situation when the Navy fellow recognizes him. And we see exactly what this pirate's voice-of-reason first mate has to put up with on a regular basis.
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One of Asher's particular flaws, as Jensen was being keenly reminded, was his inability to see when it was a good idea to stop talking. Which meant people very often pointed it out for him, and not gently either. This Bill was opting to do so by jerking him close, clutching his wrist so tight that Asher cringed and sort of wilted in the grip.
"You 'ave any idea what's the sentence fer comittin' piracy on that scale?" he hissed. Asher squirmed.
"I'm very much aware, yes. But come, now, that was - that was months ago. And very far from here. For that matter," he mused, fixing the sailor with a quizzical glance, "how do you know that was us? The Osprey, that is."
Jensen knew the answer to that one. He wished he didn't. "We told them, captain."
Asher twisted around to face him, plainly curious. "We did?"
"You did." Jensen's memory of the whole incident was clear enough - clearer, at least, than Asher's seemed to be. He almost envied the captain his ignorance right then.
"Why on Earth," Asher asked simply, "did I do that?"
"You wanted them to remember who we were," Jensen sighed. "In fact, I think you explicitly suggested that they go back and tell their superiors what a fine and daring crew we were. Or something."
"That does sound like something I'd say," Asher admitted with a thoughtful little half-nod. "Yes...that's right, the Kensington. I remember now. You know, in my defense, it seemed like a perfectly fine idea at the time."
"I hope you're at least re-evaluating that theory now."
"Very much so, yes."