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Author: Guede Mazaka
Rating: See individual drabbles.
Pairing: See individual drabbles.
Feedback: Sure. Good lines, bad ones, etc.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Notes: Crossovers with King Arthur.
Summary: It’s easy to get confused in a fog.
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On Watch: G, Lancelot and Norrington, for bubblingoddity
The first sign that something is amiss is the thick, white fog that had sprung up in less time then it took to blink. The second sign is that, after hours of wary groping through the clammy, opaque air, James thinks he recognizes the coastline slowly revealing itself. Because it looks like England.
He knows very well that the hourglass has only been turned once, and that they had been in the Caribbean, but nevertheless, those familiar cliffs make his chest ache in a way he cannot ignore. So he takes out his glass and trains it on the nearest bit of land—
--a man on horseback, in armor James has only seen in dusty corners of ancestral country estates, stares back. Even from this distance, the blackness of his eyes are a forceful warning.
But when James blinks, there is nothing but the Jamaican coast suddenly looming before him.
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Challenge: PG, Lancelot and Jack Sparrow, swordkink, for commodorified
Sure, Jack had believed James’ story. Enough to go take a peek for himself. ‘course, by the time they’d come across a proper fog, the Pearl had been running low on water. So Jack had ordered a party ashore, quick as scampering rats, and had let his men be cautious till he did a little…sight-seeing.
Bit hard to tell under the armor, but that did look like a promising build. Eyes that reminded him of angry Will, and a particularly well-kept sword. Jack pulled out his best grin and ventured to nudge away the sword-tip at his throat. Then, just as a minor investigation, he let his nail trail a little on the blade. The other man didn’t relax—but that was a definite twitch. Hmm. Young and over-full of energy, Jack would guess. Turner had been the same way for a good while.
Jack grinned again and stepped back so his own sword would have room to play. “Quick one, sirrah?”
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