Four Bells and All's Well
Aug. 16th, 2006 10:50 amTitle: Lullaby of the Sea
Topic:Rock Time
Word Count: 85 + 15 (=100)
Rating: PG for language in the omake
Pairing: San/Zo if you want it to be
Disclaimer: Not mine. Probably just as well. Here, have them back... This song lyric's not mine either (credits to April Wine this time out).
Summary: Night time on the Going Merry...
Excuse: Because I *fail* at getting my LJ organized. I wrote this for the topic two weeks ago. Meh. It fits this week, too. Last one for now, promise!
Notes: Ship's bells are rung every half-hour, beginning with one at half an hour after the start of a watch and increasing to a maximum of eight. Four bells of the First Watch is 10:00 pm or 22:00 hrs.
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~Every night I rock myself to sleep, thinking about you...~
The hammocks sway, soft motion, creak of rope and wood, sleeptalk and snoring.
Rock myself to sleep, lullaby of the sea in a small ship, sweet smell of saltwater and highgrade steel, like memories of home.
Rock-a-bye, rock-a-bye, rock myself to sleep.
Four bells and all's well, the lookout calls, and you snort in your sleep and toss, grabbing for the weapon that sleeps beside you.
All's well, so I sleep, and dream of you.
omake (because it had to be done):
Grab my leg in the middle of the night again, shithead, and I'mma *kick* you.
Topic:
Word Count: 85 + 15 (=100)
Rating: PG for language in the omake
Pairing: San/Zo if you want it to be
Disclaimer: Not mine. Probably just as well. Here, have them back... This song lyric's not mine either (credits to April Wine this time out).
Summary: Night time on the Going Merry...
Excuse: Because I *fail* at getting my LJ organized. I wrote this for the topic two weeks ago. Meh. It fits this week, too. Last one for now, promise!
Notes: Ship's bells are rung every half-hour, beginning with one at half an hour after the start of a watch and increasing to a maximum of eight. Four bells of the First Watch is 10:00 pm or 22:00 hrs.
~~~
~Every night I rock myself to sleep, thinking about you...~
The hammocks sway, soft motion, creak of rope and wood, sleeptalk and snoring.
Rock myself to sleep, lullaby of the sea in a small ship, sweet smell of saltwater and highgrade steel, like memories of home.
Rock-a-bye, rock-a-bye, rock myself to sleep.
Four bells and all's well, the lookout calls, and you snort in your sleep and toss, grabbing for the weapon that sleeps beside you.
All's well, so I sleep, and dream of you.
omake (because it had to be done):
Grab my leg in the middle of the night again, shithead, and I'mma *kick* you.
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Date: 2006-08-16 04:18 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-08-16 08:45 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-08-17 04:56 am (UTC)Ahem.
::squee of delight::
OMGyourdecriptionsaresovividandIcanalmostreachouttothemandtheywereallsogreatIhonestlydunnowhichoneIlikedbestandeeeeksogood!
::pant pant fall over::
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Date: 2006-08-17 12:35 pm (UTC)*pats you gently on the back* Breathe, Tiff, breathe... ;) Thank you!
Your squeeing doesn't make me happy either!Glad you liked them! :)