Unrestful (Drabble Project, Day 321)
Nov. 17th, 2012 09:26 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
were_lemurNobody in PotC fandom stays dead, anyway.
"Ow."
"Is that all you have to say for yourself?" It was a woman's voice, musically accented.
"I'm dead. The fact that I'm saying anything at all is unexpected."
"There's dead," the voice said, "and then there's dead."
He waited for her to elaborate, but when she stayed silent, he decided he might as well try opening his eyes. He did, and found himself lying on his back, staring at the moon. He risked a glance at his chest, and found it mercifully spar-free.
The woman spoke again. "James Norrington, I have a task for you."
"Of course you do."
"Ow."
"Is that all you have to say for yourself?" It was a woman's voice, musically accented.
"I'm dead. The fact that I'm saying anything at all is unexpected."
"There's dead," the voice said, "and then there's dead."
He waited for her to elaborate, but when she stayed silent, he decided he might as well try opening his eyes. He did, and found himself lying on his back, staring at the moon. He risked a glance at his chest, and found it mercifully spar-free.
The woman spoke again. "James Norrington, I have a task for you."
"Of course you do."
