Post by Aramis Nemo on Aug 31, 2008 12:41:36 GMT -5
She stumbled inside the chaotic mess, pushed from behind by Aramis who was busy trying to comfort the crying James. 'What have you done to my son you wretch!' She snatched her precious son from the man, and shielded him as best she could. 'If you ever touch him again, I'll...I'll... I'll make sure James has you hanged.' She smiled at him, looking pleased with herself. Even a man as crazed as him should fear that.
'Why would sweet little James here want to hang me? I've never done anything to hurt him! Well, except for accidentally standing on his hand a few moments ago. You wouldn't want to hurt me would you James?'
'Nwo Unkie Awamis.' James looked up sobbing, and tried to smile. 'You gave me wum!'
'See, your threat is hollow Mrs Brown! Ha ha ha!' He stuck out his tongue and pushed his way past her into his cabin.
'Not him you, you, urgh! I meant James Norrington! There never was a finer man.'
'But you never slept with the poor guy.'
'How dare you! How dare he! How, how...' Her face went red as she blustered, accidentally knocking over some books.
'Don't worry, he's far too much of a gentleman to have said anything. His diary on the other hand... Did you know he has a hat fetish and loves pancakes? And please, be careful. Those books might be worth something. Probably not though. Now then, you two can have the hammock over there, and I'll take the chair.' He waved towards the hammock lurking in the corner of the room, hiding behind the labyrinthine piles of junk.
'I wanna sweep with Unkie Awamis Mummy!' James kicked and screamed, trying to free himself from his mothers smothering grasp. 'I want more wum!'
'You're not having rum young man! And you are not sleeping with that man!'
'Can you two please stop arguing?' Aramis looked up from clearing the chair, which was taking far longer than he had thought it would. Who would have thought he'd have found his butterfly collection, and John the Squirrel. 'James my boy, if I let you have John here, will you be a good boy and sleep with mummy?'
'Fank you Unkie Awamis! I'll be good!' He reached out and snatched the stuffed squirrel form Aramis' outstretch hand. 'Look Mummy, it has a silver toof!'
'Come on my dear, lets go and get some sleep.' Sigh, and looking somewhat dejected, she weaved her way through the mess, getting lost at least twice on the way to the hammock. Throwing the assorted, and in some cases rotten, debris to the ground, she covered them both with the surprisingly well made blanket, and drifted of to sleep. In the background, she could hear the sound of singing in French, although couldn't understand the words.
'Why would sweet little James here want to hang me? I've never done anything to hurt him! Well, except for accidentally standing on his hand a few moments ago. You wouldn't want to hurt me would you James?'
'Nwo Unkie Awamis.' James looked up sobbing, and tried to smile. 'You gave me wum!'
'See, your threat is hollow Mrs Brown! Ha ha ha!' He stuck out his tongue and pushed his way past her into his cabin.
'Not him you, you, urgh! I meant James Norrington! There never was a finer man.'
'But you never slept with the poor guy.'
'How dare you! How dare he! How, how...' Her face went red as she blustered, accidentally knocking over some books.
'Don't worry, he's far too much of a gentleman to have said anything. His diary on the other hand... Did you know he has a hat fetish and loves pancakes? And please, be careful. Those books might be worth something. Probably not though. Now then, you two can have the hammock over there, and I'll take the chair.' He waved towards the hammock lurking in the corner of the room, hiding behind the labyrinthine piles of junk.
'I wanna sweep with Unkie Awamis Mummy!' James kicked and screamed, trying to free himself from his mothers smothering grasp. 'I want more wum!'
'You're not having rum young man! And you are not sleeping with that man!'
'Can you two please stop arguing?' Aramis looked up from clearing the chair, which was taking far longer than he had thought it would. Who would have thought he'd have found his butterfly collection, and John the Squirrel. 'James my boy, if I let you have John here, will you be a good boy and sleep with mummy?'
'Fank you Unkie Awamis! I'll be good!' He reached out and snatched the stuffed squirrel form Aramis' outstretch hand. 'Look Mummy, it has a silver toof!'
'Come on my dear, lets go and get some sleep.' Sigh, and looking somewhat dejected, she weaved her way through the mess, getting lost at least twice on the way to the hammock. Throwing the assorted, and in some cases rotten, debris to the ground, she covered them both with the surprisingly well made blanket, and drifted of to sleep. In the background, she could hear the sound of singing in French, although couldn't understand the words.
