100 Word Pieces of Eight Drabbles

[attackfish]

Disclaimer:  If I owned these fellows, my life would be too interesting to bother with fanfiction.

Summaries (in order of drabble):

1. In which Regetti splits hairs… er tentacles.
2. In which Elizabeth Swan makes Pintel’s day.
3. In which James Norrington realizes what he’s afraid of.
4. In which Mr. Gibbs confronts Davy Jones’ darkest fear.
5. In which Jack Sparrow and Mr. Gibbs reminisce.
6. In which the crabs feature prominently.
7. In which Lily and Calypso bond.
8. In which Snape runs afoul of anachronistic muggle cultural references.
9. As does Sirius.

 

Author's Note: I watched Pirates of the Caribbean 3 for the first time  a few  days ago and here's the result, a drabble for each of the pieces of  eight.  alright, so three  of them are crossovers and one is almost entirely quotes, but the pieces of eight weren't real pieces of eight anyway.

One Hundred Years Before the Mast

 

Ragetti leaned on the mast, blinking his eye back into place.  “I don’ want to grow scales, captain.”

 

“Then ya shouldn’t have signed on to me crew.”

 

“I never did.”

 

“Yes, you did,” Davy snarled, shaking water out of his tentacles.  “When I asked ‘Ragetti, do ya fear death?’ you answered ‘yes’.”

 

“It’s true I fear death, I had to tell the truth, din’ I?  But I never said I wasn’ willing ta face it.”

 

Jones stared at him stupidly before stabbing him.  “Then ya can face it.”

 

With his last breath, Ragetti gurgled, “I’m free of my mortal coil!”

Often, Often

 

Elizabeth Swan, brocaded hat and coat gleaming in the eerie half light of the Brethren Court, leapt onto the table as Jack spoke her name in vote.  The eyes of all of the Lords were upon her, and she smiled.

 

With a great rip, her coat and shirt tore apart and she sang shouting, “I am a pirate kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing!  What a glorious thing it is to be a pirate king!”

 

Ragetti glanced terrified over at Pintel.  “You haven’ been letting her watch Gilbert and Sullivan operettas again,” he whispered, “have you?”

 

Pintel stared at Elizabeth “They haven’ been born yet!”

Secret Softy

 

As the ship plunged beneath the waves and the sailors perished, refusing to sail under the infamous Davy Jones, the aforementioned captain heard a weak yelp.  Paddling helplessly amid the wreckage was a tiny terrified puppy.  With a pang of protectiveness, he swam to it and fought his way back, puppy in arms.

 

It stared up at him with large watery brown eyes.

 

Years later

 

“James Norrington, do ya fear… stop biting my leg!”  As Jones struggled to free his leg from the small white fuzz ball, James realized he feared many things, but none of them were Davy Jones.

Many Jacks

 

Gibbs felt the sour stream of alcohol hit him in the face as he rested happily on a bed of salt.  “Curses Jack!” he raged, looking around him.  “Where the hell am I and why are…” each direction he looked, including most troublingly, up, there was another Jack Sparrow, “all of you here?”

 

“You, Mr. Gibbs, are stranded in the Locker.”

 

“But why am I surrounded by… you!”

 

“The worst thing the squiddy captain could possibly contemplate was to be surrounded by me.  Mr. Turner can’t figure out how to reprogram.”

 

“Reprogram?”

 

“At least you aren’t all by your onesie.”

Sea Turtles

 

“Funny people those cannibals,” Jack Sparrow murmured reaching for the rum.

 

“Aye Captain?” Mr. Gibbs asked as he knew he was supposed to, and imprisoning the rum bottle as he knew he was not.

 

“Worshipped sea turtles,” he explained, trying to pry the bottle loose as he spoke.  He lifted the bottle and the hand clutching it to his mouth, but Mr. Gibbs wouldn’t let him tilt it to drink.

 

“Sea turtles?” said his companion bemused just before Jack bit down on his knuckles.

 

“Aye, sea turtles,” replied Jack as he shook the bottle free of Mr. Gibbs’ throbbing fingers.

And here there be crossovers...

 

Girls’ Night Out

 

Lily clinked her tumbler of rum against the woman facing hers with a smirk.  “Well at least my bad tempered sarcastic associate who happens to be desperately in love with me doesn’t have tentacles.”

 

“He didna always have de tentacles, but your man did always have de big nose.”

 

“Ah, but he has a nose.”

 

They downed their rum in amused camaraderie and toasted their bad tempered sarcastic associates.

 

Somewhere, far away from their hearts desires, Davy Jones and Severus Snape shivered, as if someone had walked over their graves, though for Jones, that would have been difficult to find.

I Knew He Reminded Me of Someone

 

Severus Snape stood in front of his N.E.W.T.s class snarling as the students sat as attentively as they ever did, which was not very.

 

Abruptly, he tuned sharply on his heel, leaned over to the student in the front row (by happy coincidence, Potter,) and sneered, “Harry Potter, do you fear death?”

 

When the class erupted into laughter, Severus glared at them bewildered.  Amid the hilarity, a huge grin appeared on Harry’s face.  He turned to Hermione and shouted above the noise, “I knew he reminded me of someone…”

 

She tried not to grin back saying, “Davy Jones, or Snape?”

Who Does that Make Barbossa?

 

“If you don’t mind me asking, how– how did you get out of Azkaban if you didn’t use Dark Magic?”

 

“Thank you!” gasped Pettigrew, nodding franticly at her.  “Exactly!  Precisely what I-“

 

But Lupin silenced him with a look.  Black was frowning slightly at Hermione, but not as though he were annoyed with her.  He seemed to be pondering his answer.

 

His arms pinwheeled and he strode to Pettegrew, swaying and listing with each step, clasping his hands together. “When you marooned me on that god forsaken spit of land, you forgot one very important thing, mate: I'm Sirius Black.”

 

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Thanks. Crack drabbles are what I do to blow off steam so i can get my act together and write something. They usually mean a chapter's coming soon, like this one does. Besides, it's a part present for a few of my friends.