PAIN! Lots of PAIN!
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Pirates of the Caribbean (All) › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
2
Views:
1,359
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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PAIN! Lots of PAIN!
Title: Pain! Lots of Pain!
Author: Cassiopeia
Form: Drabble (maybe 220 words or so?)
Rating: R
Archive: ask first
Feedback: sure, why not?
Note: I issued a challenge at the livejournal community Beforethebeard, on getting Vengeance on Beckett in honour of the crew and davy... so, beckett torture. LOL.
so here's my contribution, totally AU, but what the hell.
READ NO FURTHER IF YOU HAVEN'T SEEN AWE!
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The crew was coming to like their Captain’s new music… every couple of minutes there’d be a single loud boom that would shake the entire ship and a hearty chuckle right afterwards. After a few hours the sounds began to dim, still audible but more of a softer, wetter thud then a resounding bang. The crew suspected that the organ keys were starting to stick.
Inside Jones’ cabin, the Captain stroked his tentacle beard with a look of utter gratification. His heart was securely FAR away from him, safe. His enemies were either dead or running like hell from his fury. Calypso so far had neglected to bother him. And he had his tormenter lashed firmly to his organ bench… and whenever the Captain felt the whim, he’d rise from his chair, strut over to his prisoner, grab his now mostly crimson-stained wig, and slam his pompous head down on the keyboard as hard as he could. Not only did the organ bellow a deep wondrous note, but his prisoner would back it up with a scream, a groan, a wet bone-crunching plea, and Jones had not yet decided which sound he liked better. He had all the time in the world to contemplate, and as he relaxed deep into the soft cushion of his favourite chair and took another puff from his favourite pipe, his vote for favoured sound was leaning more towards Beckett’s misery.
The crew wondered when the Captain would get tired of the noise. Jones wondered how long he could keep doing it before his prisoner started to smell. And if he could get the chunks out of the keys without having to take the organ apart.
*~*~*~*
Author: Cassiopeia
Form: Drabble (maybe 220 words or so?)
Rating: R
Archive: ask first
Feedback: sure, why not?
Note: I issued a challenge at the livejournal community Beforethebeard, on getting Vengeance on Beckett in honour of the crew and davy... so, beckett torture. LOL.
so here's my contribution, totally AU, but what the hell.
READ NO FURTHER IF YOU HAVEN'T SEEN AWE!
*~*~*~*
The crew was coming to like their Captain’s new music… every couple of minutes there’d be a single loud boom that would shake the entire ship and a hearty chuckle right afterwards. After a few hours the sounds began to dim, still audible but more of a softer, wetter thud then a resounding bang. The crew suspected that the organ keys were starting to stick.
Inside Jones’ cabin, the Captain stroked his tentacle beard with a look of utter gratification. His heart was securely FAR away from him, safe. His enemies were either dead or running like hell from his fury. Calypso so far had neglected to bother him. And he had his tormenter lashed firmly to his organ bench… and whenever the Captain felt the whim, he’d rise from his chair, strut over to his prisoner, grab his now mostly crimson-stained wig, and slam his pompous head down on the keyboard as hard as he could. Not only did the organ bellow a deep wondrous note, but his prisoner would back it up with a scream, a groan, a wet bone-crunching plea, and Jones had not yet decided which sound he liked better. He had all the time in the world to contemplate, and as he relaxed deep into the soft cushion of his favourite chair and took another puff from his favourite pipe, his vote for favoured sound was leaning more towards Beckett’s misery.
The crew wondered when the Captain would get tired of the noise. Jones wondered how long he could keep doing it before his prisoner started to smell. And if he could get the chunks out of the keys without having to take the organ apart.
*~*~*~*