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[#032] From Whence Wayward Westerlies Blow (Original)
Theme Prompt: #032 - Storms
Title: From Whence Wayward Westerlies Blow
Fandom: Original
Rating/Warnings: PG
Bonus: Yes.
Word Count: 826
Summary: Jack finds himself struggling when trying to get a ride out of town.
If he's honest with himself, Jack could admit that there were likely better choices he could have made that weren’t “let’s steal from a god.” The stories of vengeance and power would likely be enough to dissuade anyone from doing so, as the consequences far outweigh the risks, in the grand scheme of things. Steal from a god, and you don’t live to steal another day. Steal from a god, and you don’t get very far.
Fortunately for Jack, Jack is very rarely honest with himself, so he doesn’t dwell on it too much.
It’s been years since the alleged theft, and while things have certainly calmed since then between himself and the god in question, he knows that he will never indeed be free. That he will always be looking over his shoulder, waiting for the god of thunder to express his displeasure with him, but after what the god in question had stolen from him, he feels it’s more than fair. He had had a life once. He had had a place in a world. And now, that world was gone, and he’s stuck here, forced into a role that he never wanted nor requested.
Jack Sandoval doesn’t believe in sins or debts based on your actions. He believes that the only people you should be required to atone to are those you’ve wronged, and in most instances, Jack has made those right in whatever way he could. The gods don’t get to come and try to exact a secondary price from him.
He can smell the saltwater rocking up to crash against the supports of the pier. Stretching out ahead of him in the distance are miles and miles of water, for as far as the eye can see, and it calls to him like it’s home. Somewhere beyond those waters, a girl, his girl, his carina is waiting for him, and he isn’t going to disappoint her. He’s going to find a way back to her, whatever it takes.
Stepping up to one of the boats tied to the side of the dock, he swings his mandolin over his shoulder along with his bag, pasting on a broad smile as he looks over the crew.
“My friends,” he smiles. “Any chance you have room for one more? I require passage and will pay whatever fare I can manage.”
One of the sailors looks up at him, squinting as he studies his face before glancing at his friend. “Isn’t that the idiot that stole from Thor?”
The second sailor also squints in return. “Yeah, Lloyd. Think you might be right.”
“I’m right here, lads. I can hear everything you say.” Jack waves a hand. “Thor and I have buried our proverbial hatchet for now. I assure you, you will be perfectly safe.”
“Weren’t you also bragging about winning the heart of Amphitrite?”
“That was a slight exaggeration.” Slight being that he did flirt with the goddess, but it never went further than that, and the sea nymph returned to the water, entirely faithful to her husband. But what man doesn’t tell a fish tale now and then?
“Yeah, I’m not sure I feel comfortable being on the sea with you, mate. You’re too big a risk.”
Jack opens his mouth, about to huff about the implications regarding his character and stature, but before he could lay into them, another voice spoke up from behind him.
“Funny, you sound like just the right amount of risk for me.”
Jack turns to see a pirate standing behind him, all tanned skin and leather. She happens to be wearing a broad hat to keep the sun out of her face, and a heavy coat with its fair share of sword slashes and musket holes. Her long, sun-bleached hair hangs behind her, and she flashes Jack a wide grin.
“What do you say? Have the stomach to travel on a pirate vessel?”
Jack grins in return. “Wouldn’t you know, that happens to be my favorite form of transportation, Captain – ?”
“Ramapoe. Welcome to the Rosaline.” As she gestures towards the plank to climb on board, she falls in step next to him. “Hope you’re prepared to pull your weight, my friend. We have a long journey ahead of us.”
“I’m sure I can manage.” As his feet hit the deck, he begins to smell the salt and electricity in the air, and he glances back over to the captain. “Sounds like there’s a storm coming in.”
She grins. “Not scared of lightning, are you Mr. – ?”
“Sandoval. Jack Sandoval.” He glances to the stern of the boat and watches the dark clouds forming on the horizon, and shakes his head. “No. Not even a little.”
It’s hard to be scared of a storm when a storm smells like freedom. And, if Jack was afraid of lightning, he never would have stolen from Thor in the first place.
Whether he should be, however? That’s an entirely different story.
Title: From Whence Wayward Westerlies Blow
Fandom: Original
Rating/Warnings: PG
Bonus: Yes.
Word Count: 826
Summary: Jack finds himself struggling when trying to get a ride out of town.
If he's honest with himself, Jack could admit that there were likely better choices he could have made that weren’t “let’s steal from a god.” The stories of vengeance and power would likely be enough to dissuade anyone from doing so, as the consequences far outweigh the risks, in the grand scheme of things. Steal from a god, and you don’t live to steal another day. Steal from a god, and you don’t get very far.
Fortunately for Jack, Jack is very rarely honest with himself, so he doesn’t dwell on it too much.
It’s been years since the alleged theft, and while things have certainly calmed since then between himself and the god in question, he knows that he will never indeed be free. That he will always be looking over his shoulder, waiting for the god of thunder to express his displeasure with him, but after what the god in question had stolen from him, he feels it’s more than fair. He had had a life once. He had had a place in a world. And now, that world was gone, and he’s stuck here, forced into a role that he never wanted nor requested.
Jack Sandoval doesn’t believe in sins or debts based on your actions. He believes that the only people you should be required to atone to are those you’ve wronged, and in most instances, Jack has made those right in whatever way he could. The gods don’t get to come and try to exact a secondary price from him.
He can smell the saltwater rocking up to crash against the supports of the pier. Stretching out ahead of him in the distance are miles and miles of water, for as far as the eye can see, and it calls to him like it’s home. Somewhere beyond those waters, a girl, his girl, his carina is waiting for him, and he isn’t going to disappoint her. He’s going to find a way back to her, whatever it takes.
Stepping up to one of the boats tied to the side of the dock, he swings his mandolin over his shoulder along with his bag, pasting on a broad smile as he looks over the crew.
“My friends,” he smiles. “Any chance you have room for one more? I require passage and will pay whatever fare I can manage.”
One of the sailors looks up at him, squinting as he studies his face before glancing at his friend. “Isn’t that the idiot that stole from Thor?”
The second sailor also squints in return. “Yeah, Lloyd. Think you might be right.”
“I’m right here, lads. I can hear everything you say.” Jack waves a hand. “Thor and I have buried our proverbial hatchet for now. I assure you, you will be perfectly safe.”
“Weren’t you also bragging about winning the heart of Amphitrite?”
“That was a slight exaggeration.” Slight being that he did flirt with the goddess, but it never went further than that, and the sea nymph returned to the water, entirely faithful to her husband. But what man doesn’t tell a fish tale now and then?
“Yeah, I’m not sure I feel comfortable being on the sea with you, mate. You’re too big a risk.”
Jack opens his mouth, about to huff about the implications regarding his character and stature, but before he could lay into them, another voice spoke up from behind him.
“Funny, you sound like just the right amount of risk for me.”
Jack turns to see a pirate standing behind him, all tanned skin and leather. She happens to be wearing a broad hat to keep the sun out of her face, and a heavy coat with its fair share of sword slashes and musket holes. Her long, sun-bleached hair hangs behind her, and she flashes Jack a wide grin.
“What do you say? Have the stomach to travel on a pirate vessel?”
Jack grins in return. “Wouldn’t you know, that happens to be my favorite form of transportation, Captain – ?”
“Ramapoe. Welcome to the Rosaline.” As she gestures towards the plank to climb on board, she falls in step next to him. “Hope you’re prepared to pull your weight, my friend. We have a long journey ahead of us.”
“I’m sure I can manage.” As his feet hit the deck, he begins to smell the salt and electricity in the air, and he glances back over to the captain. “Sounds like there’s a storm coming in.”
She grins. “Not scared of lightning, are you Mr. – ?”
“Sandoval. Jack Sandoval.” He glances to the stern of the boat and watches the dark clouds forming on the horizon, and shakes his head. “No. Not even a little.”
It’s hard to be scared of a storm when a storm smells like freedom. And, if Jack was afraid of lightning, he never would have stolen from Thor in the first place.
Whether he should be, however? That’s an entirely different story.
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I'm glad you enjoyed it!
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And nothing for sure, but if the right prompt comes up, who knows?
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