Ingress of the House of Arch (
smallestopener) wrote2006-09-12 09:42 pm
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Ingress, as most small children do, has intense phases in which she finds out all she can about a certain subject. She's gone on pirate binges in which she read nothing but pirate stories, drew nothing but pirate pictures, and played nothing but pirate games. She's done this with horses, dinosaurs, princesses (of course), and squids.
Sometimes she runs across a picture or a story, and her memory is jogged. So it is that she and Tom walk out to the lake, to see if Ingress can catch sight of Sunshine Dust, the glitter squid.
And who knows, maybe one day Mr. Julia Fruitnugget will return.
"I hope she's there still," she says, running ahead of Tom into the cool fall-like day. "I haven't looked in a long time."
Sometimes she runs across a picture or a story, and her memory is jogged. So it is that she and Tom walk out to the lake, to see if Ingress can catch sight of Sunshine Dust, the glitter squid.
And who knows, maybe one day Mr. Julia Fruitnugget will return.
"I hope she's there still," she says, running ahead of Tom into the cool fall-like day. "I haven't looked in a long time."
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Tom just stops.
A) There is a squid in the fresh water.
B) The shark would seem to be a talking one.
C) This is Milliways.
Logic does not apply to this in any way, shape, or form.
"Huh. How interesting."
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"Was explaining the very same thing to young Wellard meself when its fin broke the water's surface."
He shrugs. "Was later that we had a bit of a chat, the two of us."
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He gives Captain Jack a quick, beseeching glance.
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"Now be reasonable, lass. The beastie talks, savvy? Much more better than your usual sort of shark."
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Disaster averted. PHEW.
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"Need more sparkle in that pretty hair of yours to be a pirate like me, lass."
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His smile is a wee bit forced. No matter how one cleans up glitter - either by magic or by old-fashioned hard work - it always ends up in the most unwanted places.
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"Lass, do you see any glitter in me braids?"
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"No," she says, and she's sounds very sad about this fact.
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No glitter! Huzzah!
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"Maybe not a parrot. You talk just fine on your own, lass."
Jack stands, and nods to Tom. "Ways to see about taking care of what some reprehensible rapscallions might call a regrettable lack of information on the part of a respectable man what's gone and gotten himself into dealings with pirates, savvy?"
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He might be a scoundrel, but there's nothing wrong with scoundrels.
"Of course he's not."
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"I'm a rotten pirate and a scallywag," Jack informs her, and then picks her up and swings her around in a wild sort of dance, singing,
"'We're devils and black sheep and really bad eggs, drink up me hearties, yo ho!'"
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"I want to be a scallywag, too!"
It sounds like fun, and she hears Megwyns bubbling love and laughter filling her mind as she's twirled round.
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