The Jackdaw, Thursday Morning
Jul. 29th, 2021 06:05 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
doesnotkneelThere were alarms going off all over town. People were getting up, scrambling about, being entirely too awake, the whole lot.
The advantages of living on an 18th century Spanish galleon were suddenly many, as Edward slept through that cacophony of alarm without a care in the world. For at least half an hour. Then Grim, bloody Grim, jumped onto the upper deck with too much vigor; the resulting shock sent a bottle tumbling off a shelf in Edward's quarters.
It shattered on the floor.
He jerked awake. "What on--"
Oh.
"Jaysus," Edward muttered, and turned over, and promptly fell back asleep.
[[ can be open if anyone wants to go wake up a bunch of pirates, I suppose. ]]
The advantages of living on an 18th century Spanish galleon were suddenly many, as Edward slept through that cacophony of alarm without a care in the world. For at least half an hour. Then Grim, bloody Grim, jumped onto the upper deck with too much vigor; the resulting shock sent a bottle tumbling off a shelf in Edward's quarters.
It shattered on the floor.
He jerked awake. "What on--"
Oh.
"Jaysus," Edward muttered, and turned over, and promptly fell back asleep.
[[ can be open if anyone wants to go wake up a bunch of pirates, I suppose. ]]
