Title:  Muirburn
Author: [livejournal.com profile] concertigrossi
Rating: G
Word count: exactly 100
Characters: Cutler Beckett
Notes: For the "Fire" challenge on [livejournal.com profile] potc100

They were nearing Scotland when the young boy saw the burning moors.  The smoke wafted across the road in great clouds, permeating the air and leaving its unmistakable scent on everything. 

When they stopped, he got out and approached the burnings.  On one side was the old, matted vegetation; then the bright line of the fire, and on the other was the blackened turf. 

“Why?” he asked the steward.

“Heather’s no use, once it gets too old.  We burn it off, and the plants grow anew.  Good for the soil, and the regrowth brings in game.”

“It’s just good management.”


Title:  Corona
Author: [livejournal.com profile] concertigrossi
Rating: G
Word count: exactly 100
Characters: James Norrington
Notes: For the "Fire" challenge on [livejournal.com profile] potc100

He was fourteen when first he saw the corposants: the blue-purple flashes along the tops.   He raced up to get a better look.  As the crewmen watched the young man in motion, the eldritch glow leapt to where he clung to the rigging. It eddied around him. 

He laughed.  It tickled.

When he returned to earth, Mr. Norrington was the subject of some debate:  St. Elmo’s Fire augured well when on the masts, but around a man’s body?  An unquestioned death-mark.

Once James survived the requisite twenty-five hours, the superstitious decided instead that he was in St. Erasmus’ good graces.

Title:  The Portolan Man
Author: [livejournal.com profile] concertigrossi
Rating: G
Word count: 300
Disclaimer:  Not mine
Characters:    The mapmaker from DMC
Challenge:  Uncharted Territory on [livejournal.com profile] potc100
Notes:   I hope you guys will forgive a triple drabble, but I did have to do a little background, since this character got all of two seconds of screen time.  :)  This bit struck from the blue once [livejournal.com profile] rexluscus posted the prompt, and wouldn't go away until it was written.


The Portolan Man )

Title:  The Fidelity of Dogs
Author: [livejournal.com profile] concertigrossi
Rating: G
Word count: 100
Characters:  Elizabeth Turner
Notes: for the "Loyalty" challenge on [livejournal.com profile] potc100

            It wasn't that pirates were disloyal.  On the contrary, they were all wholly and faithfully loyal… to their own interests.  That was all right; it made them predictable, and predictable people are easily manipulated.  As long as she kept abreast of what those interests were, she'd succeed. The challenge made her feel alive.  Her father had always sworn his loyalty to King and Country, and what had that earned him?  An ignominious murder.

These were hard lessons to learn, but learn them she did, and she held her power proudly and bravely, standing astride her underworld like a true queen.

Title:  Ne Timueris Messorem
Author:  [livejournal.com profile] concertigrossi
Rating:  PG
Word count: Exactly 100
Characters:  James Norrington
Notes: For the "Last Time" challenge on [livejournal.com profile] potc100
WARNING:  CHARACTER DEATH


Better safe than sorry... )
Title:  Twixt the sea foam and the sea sand...
Author: [livejournal.com profile] concertigrossi
Rating: G
Word count: 100
Characters: Elizabeth Swann
Challenge: First Time on the [livejournal.com profile] potc100 community



The doctor had told Pappa that winter sea-bathing might help Mamma get better, and so they’d all left for Scarborough the very next morning.

She’d thought she knew everything about the sea, but her jaw dropped, as she stared at the crashing waves.  Such beauty!  Such power!  The cold, salty air swirled around her; to her, that scent would forevermore embody the promise of adventure and discovery.  She stood on the edge of England; no more land until Denmark.  Denmark!  Perhaps a little Danish girl was on the opposite beach, staring back at her?
 
Her books were nothing to this.

Title:  Ad Initium
Author: [livejournal.com profile] concertigrossi
Rating: G
Word count: 100
Characters/pairings: Norrington, sort-of Norribeth
Challenge: First Time

He'd known her for ages, if not very well.  The few, unmemorable times they'd met, he'd treated her with a fraternal indulgence; kind, but slightly patronizing.  She'd interrogate him about his ships and the battles he'd fought, and he'd give her the sanitized details.

He returned to Jamaica after a year-long absence, and there she stood, greeting her father's guests with upswept hair and the long, trailing skirts of a newly-debuted Society lady.  The pestering little girl had vanished, and this unfamiliar, poised creature in her place left him breathless.

He found himself barely able to stutter out a greeting.

Title:  Caveat Empire
Author: [livejournal.com profile] concertigrossi
Rating:  G
Word count: exactly 100 words
Characters: Cutler Beckett
Challenge: The Childhood Challenge on [livejournal.com profile] potc100


     He sat under the attic window, with his father’s atlas, and pored over its painted pages.   Technically, he didn’t need this bolt-hole anymore: his brothers would never torment him again, after his latest revenge, but he enjoyed this sequestration.  
      His fingers traced the boundaries off to places exotic and unknown.  France and Spain.  The Habsburg Dominions.  The Ottoman Empire.  Africa.  The Mughal Empire and China.  The empty, underutilized Americas.  He hated the voids; there must be something there, after all!  And sometimes, he felt, the borders were lacking in symmetry.
      No matter.  Once he grew up, he would redraw them.
It occurred to me that I never put this up here, so for completeness' sake...

Title: Terra d'Ombra
Author: [livejournal.com profile] concertigrossi
Rating: G
Word count: 100
Character: Weatherby Swann
Challenge: Childhood, on the [livejournal.com profile] potc100 community.



He loved to paint.

Not just the faithful rendering of a scene, but the peace and the quiet as he worked; the halcyon afternoons when the golden sunlight turned the air into warm honey, and where the stillness was broken only by the perfumed breeze through the garden and the desultory meanderings of the bumblebees.

"It won't be so bad, Weatherby," said his older sister. "They need painters in the Army, you know, for intelligence. To show terrain and fortifications... you could really distinguish yourself!"

But when he packed his things to go, he left the paint-boxes and brushes behind.


Title:  The Wreck of the James Edward Norrington
Author: [livejournal.com profile] concertigrossi
Rating: A Disney-esque G
Word count: Exactly 100.
Characters: James Norrington
Challenge: Childhood


James Norrington’s first captaincy had been at the tender age of nine years old.  He’d commanded a small coracle that he'd built himself, of laths and canvas and tar. Unfortunately, that worthy vessel sank on her maiden voyage: the tempests and tsunamis of Lord Leynham’s fish pond proved to be too much for her, and she went down with all hands lost. (Or, at least, all hands got soaking wet and a thorough scolding from Aunt Dora.)

Banished to the corner of his father's study in disgrace, young James spent a profitable half-hour redesigning his craft and correcting her flaws.

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