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Characters: Norrington, Methos
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"It's not what you expected, is it?"
The man being addressed looked up quickly and tensed, one hand straying towards the inside of his coat.
The speaker held up his hands placatingly, in the universal gesture of "I mean you no harm," and seated himself on the rock beside the first man.
"No, it is not," the first man agreed, returning his gaze over the choppy grey ocean. "I knew some people, once, who were willing to give everything they had for immortality. If they only knew." He shook his head. "Bloody pirates."
The first speaker quirked a half smile and considered his companion. "Royal Navy?" he hazarded. The accent was definitely British, and there was an underlying trace that positively screamed 17th or 18th century.
The other man nodded, and his gaze became even more distant. "Spent most of that life chasing down pirates. And other things you couldn't possibly imagine." He shuttered, dark memories surfacing.
"Oh I don't know about that. I've got a pretty good imagination. I'm Adam, by the way."
The other man considered the outstretched hand carefully for a moment before shaking it.
"James. So tell me, Adam, have you ever heard of Jack Sparrow?"
Characters: Norrington, Methos
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noveltea 's 2009 fandom_stocking"It's not what you expected, is it?"
The man being addressed looked up quickly and tensed, one hand straying towards the inside of his coat.
The speaker held up his hands placatingly, in the universal gesture of "I mean you no harm," and seated himself on the rock beside the first man.
"No, it is not," the first man agreed, returning his gaze over the choppy grey ocean. "I knew some people, once, who were willing to give everything they had for immortality. If they only knew." He shook his head. "Bloody pirates."
The first speaker quirked a half smile and considered his companion. "Royal Navy?" he hazarded. The accent was definitely British, and there was an underlying trace that positively screamed 17th or 18th century.
The other man nodded, and his gaze became even more distant. "Spent most of that life chasing down pirates. And other things you couldn't possibly imagine." He shuttered, dark memories surfacing.
"Oh I don't know about that. I've got a pretty good imagination. I'm Adam, by the way."
The other man considered the outstretched hand carefully for a moment before shaking it.
"James. So tell me, Adam, have you ever heard of Jack Sparrow?"