Chapter nineteen made me do it, I swear.
Sep. 30th, 2008 03:57 pmTitle: Written in Stone
Rating: PG
Word Count: 297
Pairing: Raleigh/Roger
Topic: journal
Roger never wrote anything down, not on paper. There was the occasional graffiti scrawled on or carved into thousand-year-old monuments (usually in Poneglyphic) but no records, no personal papers… just nothing. It drove Raleigh nuts. Roger’s crew loved Roger, worshipped him; he was their leader, everyone’s best friend, and the pirate king. No one wanted to dump their petty concerns in his lap and they didn’t. That’s what their first mate was for.
That Roger was a great man and a great captain, Raleigh would be first to agree. But after too many years of accountancy-via-mouth (this shopkeeper heard from his brother’s wife’s uncle-the-fisherman about a tavern-keep what got stiffed three islands back), incomplete manifests and nonexistent log entries, Raleigh was ready to dump the whole mess in the Oro Jackson’s second mate’s lap and spend a month facedown in a beer tankard. But then Crocus said he was done and so was Roger, and after that nothing—much less chicken-scratch on paper—mattered. Roger was dying, and Roger was dead on a Marine platform, and Roger was dead in Loguetown of all damned cesspits!
Raleigh bore witness, yeah he did. He owed it to his captain. To his friend. He heard the words that lit the world on fire, saw Roger’s smile flash one more time. Watched the blades fall. Then he took passage on the next ship leaving for the Grand Line, got stinking drunk and stayed that way for a week.
He found the letter a year later, just a few sentences unworthy of the name.
Told you I wouldn’t die. Believe me now? Bet I’ll be back down there before you even get here, you stubborn bastard. Race you.
Raleigh looked at black lines bleeding into salt-wet and realised he was laughing.
Rating: PG
Word Count: 297
Pairing: Raleigh/Roger
Topic: journal
Roger never wrote anything down, not on paper. There was the occasional graffiti scrawled on or carved into thousand-year-old monuments (usually in Poneglyphic) but no records, no personal papers… just nothing. It drove Raleigh nuts. Roger’s crew loved Roger, worshipped him; he was their leader, everyone’s best friend, and the pirate king. No one wanted to dump their petty concerns in his lap and they didn’t. That’s what their first mate was for.
That Roger was a great man and a great captain, Raleigh would be first to agree. But after too many years of accountancy-via-mouth (this shopkeeper heard from his brother’s wife’s uncle-the-fisherman about a tavern-keep what got stiffed three islands back), incomplete manifests and nonexistent log entries, Raleigh was ready to dump the whole mess in the Oro Jackson’s second mate’s lap and spend a month facedown in a beer tankard. But then Crocus said he was done and so was Roger, and after that nothing—much less chicken-scratch on paper—mattered. Roger was dying, and Roger was dead on a Marine platform, and Roger was dead in Loguetown of all damned cesspits!
Raleigh bore witness, yeah he did. He owed it to his captain. To his friend. He heard the words that lit the world on fire, saw Roger’s smile flash one more time. Watched the blades fall. Then he took passage on the next ship leaving for the Grand Line, got stinking drunk and stayed that way for a week.
He found the letter a year later, just a few sentences unworthy of the name.
Told you I wouldn’t die. Believe me now? Bet I’ll be back down there before you even get here, you stubborn bastard. Race you.
Raleigh looked at black lines bleeding into salt-wet and realised he was laughing.
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Date: 2008-09-30 11:09 pm (UTC)Chapter nineteen of what? I am so confused.
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Date: 2008-09-30 11:11 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2008-09-30 11:16 pm (UTC)That’s what their first mate was for.
Too bad no one told Ben Beckman this XD XD XD
I just love the D mentality that Roger seems to just....well, a better word for ooze. Breathe? Embody is too passive a word for Gold Roger. Anyway. This fic captures that so well And the last line, love it so much.
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Date: 2008-09-30 11:26 pm (UTC)(Poor Ben. Shanks takes shameless advantage of him.)
And now I'm just going to thank you one more time for your unbelievably perfect Roger and Raleigh icons because I adores them muchly. ♥♥♥
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Date: 2008-10-01 12:39 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2008-10-01 04:37 am (UTC)This was lovely and the ending was so apt! Roger...his voice sounds excellent seeing as we have just about the smallest amounts of dialogue ever to go by.
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Date: 2008-10-01 07:57 am (UTC)That’s what their first mate was for. Someone should tell Zoro that.
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Date: 2008-10-01 09:58 am (UTC)You amazing you.
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Date: 2008-10-01 03:47 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2008-10-18 05:46 pm (UTC)AWESOME.
Great drabble btw...