Double drabble: "On The Fly"
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"On The Fly"
POTC double drabble
Rating: PG
Characters: Elizabeth
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters. This is a nonprofit piece.
Summary: What happened after Daddy Swann busted his cygnet out of jail in DMC.
A/N: Could be seen as a prequel to 'Hatchling Rising' if you like. Both are sort of canon "missing scenes."
She needed to get out of this rolling prison before they reached the docks, and find Will-
Father’s driving the carriage.
The chill of the realization blasted away much of Elizabeth’s disgust at Weatherby Swann’s disregard for Will’s life. The governor driving himself, especially at night, was bound to raise attention with Beckett’s undesirables swarming Port Royal. It wouldn’t take much to find her in the back once he stopped … and she knew against whom the next death warrant would be sworn out.
She couldn’t be in the carriage when he arrived. Hiking her skirts, she leaned into the door, gripping the handle; when he slowed for a curve, she twisted, shoved, and hit the ground rolling, cushioned by her already-filthy dress.
On her back near the trees, Elizabeth stared at the stars through the latticework of branches, gingerly testing each of her own limbs. Found alone, maybe he could pass as a desperate, doddering father – if he played his cards right. His only chance of rescue now was with her – just as soon as she tracked down Will. And Jack. He owed them, dammit.
She blew out a breath and pushed herself upright. Time to get to work.
POTC double drabble
Rating: PG
Characters: Elizabeth
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters. This is a nonprofit piece.
Summary: What happened after Daddy Swann busted his cygnet out of jail in DMC.
A/N: Could be seen as a prequel to 'Hatchling Rising' if you like. Both are sort of canon "missing scenes."
She needed to get out of this rolling prison before they reached the docks, and find Will-
Father’s driving the carriage.
The chill of the realization blasted away much of Elizabeth’s disgust at Weatherby Swann’s disregard for Will’s life. The governor driving himself, especially at night, was bound to raise attention with Beckett’s undesirables swarming Port Royal. It wouldn’t take much to find her in the back once he stopped … and she knew against whom the next death warrant would be sworn out.
She couldn’t be in the carriage when he arrived. Hiking her skirts, she leaned into the door, gripping the handle; when he slowed for a curve, she twisted, shoved, and hit the ground rolling, cushioned by her already-filthy dress.
On her back near the trees, Elizabeth stared at the stars through the latticework of branches, gingerly testing each of her own limbs. Found alone, maybe he could pass as a desperate, doddering father – if he played his cards right. His only chance of rescue now was with her – just as soon as she tracked down Will. And Jack. He owed them, dammit.
She blew out a breath and pushed herself upright. Time to get to work.
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Date: 2008-07-14 02:19 am (UTC)