Bela Talbot Winchester (ltldropofpoison) wrote in utr_logs, @ 2008-05-22 01:06:00 |
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WHO: Dean/Bela
WHAT: Shore leave!
WHERE: A town somewhere in the Caribbean
WHEN: Pirate Day (so I'm guessing like, 1700s?)
WARNINGS: Swearin' and shaggin'. With these two, big shock.
Bela had passed out in a heap after an interesting day in the 1920s ("Bela, baby, there's a tommy gun in the closet!"), half curious as to where they'd wind up next. She wasn't certain if she'd be time-jumping for the rest of her life, or if it would end, but at least for now, she was all right with it. Nothing could really harm her if she was only in a time for twenty-four hours.
However, the rocking of a ship had woken her. Then had come the shouts. "Right, lads! Three days in port is yours for the takin'!" "Wine, women and song!" "Where's our own wench?"
Oh, God. Bela sat up and instinctively clutched the rough blanket to her breasts (naked again, bugger!), hearing a shout of joy from ... pirates?
She looked around. "Where's Dean?"
"Your boy's around, me lovely." One of them leered at her. "Likely on deck, hoistin' the sails!"
Oh, thank God. She tried to look dignified, or as much as she could with a blanket on her breasts. "I'll wait."