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letsgetshitdone2018-10-05 11:57 pm
lokuro) wrote in letsgetshitdone2018-10-05 11:57 pm
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The captain likes his books
I haven't written in ages. (Ok, 7 or 8 month but it surely feels like ages. Softly punch me if the text sounds incomprehensible?)
A Black Sails // Saiyuki // Weiß Kreuz crossover (it's my god given bisexuall right to be indecisive and greedy, so, yeah, all of the above)
Hakkai as Captain Flint, other characters will be announced separately as they appear. I have several scenes/drabbles in mind... (puddingcat is partially to blame for the crossover :P) Kind of very spoilery if you haven't seen the series?
approx. 700 words
His fingers slid across the book spines. With equal gentleness he caressed stiff leather, flexible cloth spines, and sturdy golden embellishments. The ship creaked and the lights of several candles flickered and danced to the rhythm of the waves. Somebody went by the cabin. The footsteps died away as the man stumbled and cursed while the ship tilted to the other side. Angry hiss of a cat mapped the further course of the unlucky sailor.
The captain picked a book. The slim volume was hidden behind fully ornamented, more nobel editions, as if its former owner were ashamed of it. Feel no shame, whispered soft lips from a distant memory. For the former owner of this rather plesant book collection it was too late to realize this simple truth. His corpse sunk into the green ocean depth several hours ago. Time enough for the old captain to feed several fish families and for the new captain to feel at home on his new ship.
The novel was an old print. Madrid, 1649. The candle light was barely enough and the Captain had to use a monocle if he did not want to hold the book two feet away from his nose. The flickering twilight around him was soaked with this specific scent of wet wood, with a briny keynote and a pinch of green. The less pleasant bouquet of the crew quarters was too far away to bother him and the very agreeable bottle of dry red he found in one of the drawers helped to forget the current situation completely.
He remembered when his sweet sister presented them the novel in the other life. It was another edition too, new and shiny, and with a fresh scent of ink and her perfume on it. She laughed and gently mocked them, telling that an old hidalgo was a more fitting image for their endeavour than a Roman emperor. Her soft laughter and the bright smile of her husband, as he lightly kissed her cheek. The memory seemed ethereal and unreal, full of red hair, laughters and shared kisses. The glass of wine was empty. Again. How unfortunate.
~
The new cook, a recent but fabulous addition to the crew of Walrus, was a curious fellow. Nothing wrong about expanding his horizont of knowledge, is there? Even better - such admirable characteristics deserved to be rewarded! Not to wait for any heavenly manna to fall to his feet and angels to faint in admiration, he knocked on the door to the captain's cabin. Silence. He knocked again, louder. Somewhere a goat bleated. Did their cooper feel lonely again? The cook squinted his eyes and tried to erase the image from his mind.
"Begone!", finally, a raspy reply sounded on the other side of the door and the cook freely interpreted it as a warm welcome. He peeked inside the cabin, momentarily taking in the captain, his state and the empty bottles. The dimly lit cabin did not allow to see the fabulous green eyes of his captain. Such a shame. Right now they seemed dark as the ocean and probably hiding as many corpses.
The captain looked at him, tired and angry - where did the anger come from? why was his oh so very efficient captain always so full of well-disciplined rage? - and whispered with a crooked smile, "We should have named the ship Rocinante."
The cook grinned and slid inside.
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No, the cook is not Gojyo :D
A Black Sails // Saiyuki // Weiß Kreuz crossover (it's my god given bisexuall right to be indecisive and greedy, so, yeah, all of the above)
Hakkai as Captain Flint, other characters will be announced separately as they appear. I have several scenes/drabbles in mind... (
puddingcat is partially to blame for the crossover :P) Kind of very spoilery if you haven't seen the series?approx. 700 words
His fingers slid across the book spines. With equal gentleness he caressed stiff leather, flexible cloth spines, and sturdy golden embellishments. The ship creaked and the lights of several candles flickered and danced to the rhythm of the waves. Somebody went by the cabin. The footsteps died away as the man stumbled and cursed while the ship tilted to the other side. Angry hiss of a cat mapped the further course of the unlucky sailor.
The captain picked a book. The slim volume was hidden behind fully ornamented, more nobel editions, as if its former owner were ashamed of it. Feel no shame, whispered soft lips from a distant memory. For the former owner of this rather plesant book collection it was too late to realize this simple truth. His corpse sunk into the green ocean depth several hours ago. Time enough for the old captain to feed several fish families and for the new captain to feel at home on his new ship.
The novel was an old print. Madrid, 1649. The candle light was barely enough and the Captain had to use a monocle if he did not want to hold the book two feet away from his nose. The flickering twilight around him was soaked with this specific scent of wet wood, with a briny keynote and a pinch of green. The less pleasant bouquet of the crew quarters was too far away to bother him and the very agreeable bottle of dry red he found in one of the drawers helped to forget the current situation completely.
He remembered when his sweet sister presented them the novel in the other life. It was another edition too, new and shiny, and with a fresh scent of ink and her perfume on it. She laughed and gently mocked them, telling that an old hidalgo was a more fitting image for their endeavour than a Roman emperor. Her soft laughter and the bright smile of her husband, as he lightly kissed her cheek. The memory seemed ethereal and unreal, full of red hair, laughters and shared kisses. The glass of wine was empty. Again. How unfortunate.
~
The new cook, a recent but fabulous addition to the crew of Walrus, was a curious fellow. Nothing wrong about expanding his horizont of knowledge, is there? Even better - such admirable characteristics deserved to be rewarded! Not to wait for any heavenly manna to fall to his feet and angels to faint in admiration, he knocked on the door to the captain's cabin. Silence. He knocked again, louder. Somewhere a goat bleated. Did their cooper feel lonely again? The cook squinted his eyes and tried to erase the image from his mind.
"Begone!", finally, a raspy reply sounded on the other side of the door and the cook freely interpreted it as a warm welcome. He peeked inside the cabin, momentarily taking in the captain, his state and the empty bottles. The dimly lit cabin did not allow to see the fabulous green eyes of his captain. Such a shame. Right now they seemed dark as the ocean and probably hiding as many corpses.
The captain looked at him, tired and angry - where did the anger come from? why was his oh so very efficient captain always so full of well-disciplined rage? - and whispered with a crooked smile, "We should have named the ship Rocinante."
The cook grinned and slid inside.
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No, the cook is not Gojyo :D
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