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knitekatTitle: The (Mis)adventures of Captain H. J. Becker (Part 2)
Author: knitekat
Word Count: 2437 in this part
Characters: Hilary Becker, Danny Quinn, OCs
Rating: 18
Disclaimer: Primeval belongs to Impossible Pictures. Certainly not me. Writing for fun and will replace.
A/N 1: For Isellersfic wonderful Danny-Becker art prompt Here and for my Primeval Bingo (Card 9) Prompt: Pirates.
A/N 2: Thanks go to Fififolle for the beta, any remaining mistakes are mine.
Part 1
Morgan raised his hand, calling for silence. “Listen well, me hearties. Gentleman Jack Morgan didn't say we be leaving.” It appeared that the crew were at least willing to listen to him. “I says we return to the ship and re-arm. Then we track down this devil-spawned beast and kill it. What says ye?”
A roar greeted Morgan's words and I breathed again, not realising I'd been holding my breath while he'd spoken. I clapped Quinn on the shoulder before stepping forward. “We should hurry, our people might still live.”
“Aye,” Morgan nodded as he led us onboard his ship.
The 'Sea Ghost' was far cleaner than I expected, spick-and-span and looking well-put together. I stopped when I realised silence had fallen on the ship and every man in the crew was staring at us. Morgan stepped in front of us, his voice raised as he addressed his crew. “Cast off and lie close. Lookouts, keep a sharp watch for the creature. Boarding parties, arm ye selves for a hunt. And Master Frazier, arm the cannons and shoot the beast if ye sees it.”
I opened my mouth to argue the last point, how the hell would I explain cannon-balls shooting holes in the rig, before remembering that would be Lester's job, not mine. Considering he'd sent me out here babysitting Quinn, it was the least I could do to repay him.
The planning was quick and painless for once, with no regard for health and safety or any other consideration I usually had to put up with. It almost made me long for a life of a pirate, until I remembered their dismal lack of firepower. And tanks, even though Lester still wouldn't let me have one.
I soon found myself back on the oil rig, Vera in one hand and a cutlass in the other. I glanced at my team, my own soldiers, Quinn and a selection of pirates armed with black-powder pistols, cutlasses and boarding axes, standing ready, if not quietly, for my orders.
I nodded to Morgan and set off into the oil rig, every nerve alert for ambush as I eyed the pipes criss-crossing over my head. “Keep alert,” I instructed my team. “And, gentlemen, remember to verify your target before you fire. We don't want to shoot our own, after all.” I paused and fixed Quinn with a hard stare. “And that goes double for you, Quinn.”
Quinn muttered something I didn't even bother asking him to repeat and we headed deeper into the rig's infrastructure. I jumped at a clanging sound ahead of us and signalled my men to advance – or to be precise, I indicated it to my men and the pirates followed their lead.
I swallowed when I smelt the stench of blood and other bodily fluids and signalled that everyone should stay here while I investigated. Well, that was my plan, but of course, bloody Quinn didn't listen and followed close behind me.
“Becker!” Quinn hissed suddenly, moving off to the side and I had little choice but to follow him and watch his back. The sight we found was gruesome and I couldn't even tell if the man had been one of mine or one of Morgan's, the body was too savaged, not to mention lacking several body parts.
I motioned Quinn forwards, covering him with Vera, and waited for him to check the body for any identification. He cursed softly as he turned the body over and I had to swallow my bile at the faecal stench that rose from the man's gutted belly. “Bloody hell.”
I didn't have time to respond as I noticed a long, thin snake-like creature lower from the pipes above Quinn's head and I charged him, sending both of us crashing to the ground. I rolled onto my back, ignoring the swearing from Quinn, and fired Vera up at where the creature had been.
“Damn it, Quinn,” I growled at him. “I told you to stay with the others.”
“And let you have all the fun?” Quinn quipped back but I noticed his heart wasn't in it, probably from the near-miss.
The pirates arrived, closely followed by my nervous-looking men, and I set them to track the creature, as well as one could when it was arboreal and we weren't.
A half-hour of fruitless hunting later left my team irritated, the nervousness of my men infecting the pirates, and I half expected someone to demand a tea-break, when we all jumped at the boom of a cannon.
“That's the 'Sea Ghost'',” a pirate declared proudly.
I ordered my team towards the sound, assuming that the pirates were shooting at the creature and not a passing boat, and we soon reached the dock once more, the 'Sea Ghost' a mere 100' from us. I watched in awe as she fired again, the smoke billowing out of her cannon before the shot they used crashed into a pile and wrapped around it.
“Chain-shot,” the same pirate said. “Supposed to take masts down but just as good against men. Or creatures,” he added.
I nodded, my attention on the piles and pipes as I tried to see what the 'Sea Ghost' was firing at. There! Movement as something larger than a man leaping from pipe to pile and back to pipe. Moving swiftly and surely through the oil rig. I knew we'd never catch it... but maybe we could trap it?
“Back to the ship,” I ordered.
“Becker?” Quinn didn't look happy with the order, no doubt wanting to do something foolishly reckless.
“I've got a plan,” I replied. “Can we get your Captain back there too?” I asked one of the pirates.
The man nodded. “Aye, we can signal him.”
I waited impatiently on the 'Sea Ghost' for Morgan, noticing Quinn growing increasingly irritating and wondering what had got into him? No doubt because I had spoiled his chance to show-off to the pirates.
“Ye have a new plan, Captain Becker?” Morgan's voice had me jumping and spinning with Vera in hand.
“Bloody hell,” I muttered before nodding at his raised eyebrow. “Yes. The creature is too agile for us to find on the rig. We need to draw it into a trap.”
Morgan looked thoughtful for a moment before nodding. “Cooper, bring up the goat.”
I raised my own eyebrow as the mid-sized, brown haired goat was led onto the deck. What the hell was a goat doing on a pirate ship, Morgan seemed to read my mind as he said, “Fresh milk, Captain Becker.”
I nodded before turning my attention back to the rig, where would be the best place to ambush the creature? Somewhere the ship could support us, somewhere open enough for us to see the creature coming but closed in enough that it wasn't spooked.
“There.”
I looked over at Quinn to see him pointing slightly further along the rig where a crane stood which I assumed had been used to unload supply ships.
“Perfect,” I said. “Captain?”
“Aye,” Morgan agreed. “Peters, Hicks, Bird, Tomkins, up in the rigging and aim ye muskets at the goat. Smartly there, lads.”
In the end the hunt for the creature proved to be anti-climactic. It was drawn to the goat bleating in fear and was hit by several shots. I approached it cautiously, Vera pointing at it, and swore when Quinn just waltz up to it as if it was harmless. It didn't move but I wasn't going to take any chances that it was playing dead and shot it once more just to make sure. The goat bleated once more before making its opinion of being used as bait known to all of us.
I stared at the creature, it must have been at least eight feet tall with large claws and a long tail. “It looks like some sort of raptor to me.”
“Didn't look like any bird of prey I've ever seen,” one of the pirates said.
“Barnaby Jones here is something of a scholar,” Morgan informed us proudly.
I found a spot on the back – or aft, as I'd been informed – of the 'Sea Ghost' and watched the victory festivities. Bottles of rum were being passed from hand to hand, along with cuts of roasted raptor. I looked up at a shout and rolled my eyes at Quinn, the daft bugger had apparently challenged one of the pirates to a climbing contest. At least I assumed he had, considering he and a pirate were part way up the rigging as my men and the pirates cheered on their respective challenger.
A cleared throat behind me almost made me jump and I turned around to find Captain Morgan standing there. He nodded at Quinn and the pirate, “The men need this, Captain Becker.”
“I know,” I told him. “Are you going to try and return home?” I asked him, wondering just what Lester's reaction would be if I showed up with a pirate ship and crew. It would almost be worth it to see his horrified expression, but Morgan and his men deserved to go home.
“Aye,” Morgan said. “Once the Devil's Eye re-opens.” He glanced at the antics of his men and mine before adding, “I've got a fine bottle of brandy in my cabin.”
“Captain...” I began before Morgan shook his head and I sighed, glancing at Quinn and hoping he didn't cause a fight. “Fine, one drink.”
Morgan bowed and waved me towards what I assumed was his cabin. I glanced back just before I entered to see Quinn dangling from the rigging, watching me, watching us, with a strange look on his face.
I leaned back in the surprisingly comfortable chair and sipped from a fine crystal glass. “This isn't what I expected from a pirate ship.”
“What did ye expect?” Morgan asked.
“No disrespect, captain,” I said. “But most of what I know paints pirates as blood-thirsty rogues.” I did consider mentioning the movies, but I had no idea if Pirates of the Caribbean was typical of their fare.
“Some are,” Morgan agreed. “But I try not to kill when I don't have to.” He seemed pensive for a moment before speaking once more. “Quinn.”
I frowned at him. “What about him?”
“Are ye and he together?”
“I... him... me?” I stuttered before stumbling to a halt, knowing I was blushing furiously.
“I see,” Morgan said, a wide grin on his face. “Ye should tell him, lad.”
“But I...” I swallowed as I almost stumbled over my words,.
“He likes ye, lad,” Morgan said, his voice full of conviction. “And ye should grab all the time ye can with those ye love.”
I stared at Morgan for a moment, his face now stark and stripped bare, allowing me to see the pain and sorrow in his eyes. “I'm sorry for your loss,” I mumbled, uncertain if the sentiment would be welcome.
“Aye, lad,” Morgan said. “Don't make the same mistake I did.”
“I'll...” I recalled the expression on Quinn's face when I entered Morgan's cabin... maybe he did like me. “I'll think about it.”
“That ye do, lad.” Morgan swallowed his remaining brandy before standing when someone knocked on the door. “Enter.”
A young pirate stood there, barely sixteen I thought, but already hardened by this life. “The lookout's sighted the Devil's Eye, Captain.”
Morgan rose and strolled out of his cabin, bellowing, “Smartly there, lads.” as his crew ran around getting the ship to return home. He stopped and shook my hand once more. “Remember what I said, Captain Becker.”
“I will,” I replied.
I clambered off the ship along with my men and Quinn, and watched the 'Sea Ghost' sail towards the anomaly I could just make out. I stared at the spot where it had disappeared for several moments, wishing the pirates good luck and a safe journey home. For all I might claim otherwise in my report, this Shout had turned out to be fun – how many people could say they'd swashbuckled with real pirates while fighting dinosaurs? Still, I sobered quickly when I recalled the men I, that we, had lost.
“OK, Soldier-boy?”
“Don't call me that,” I said, turning to face and him noticing that we were alone. No doubt my men had sneaked off for another tea-break now the danger was over.
“Our ride's here.” Quinn said, pointing at the helicopter coming in to land on the rig's helipad.
I nodded, considering him and wondered if I should follow Morgan's advice and just ask him out. “Quinn?”
“Yes, Becks.” It was an answer, not an acknowledgement.
“Yes?” I asked, wondering what he was on about now.
“You're not the only one Morgan talked to.” Quinn snorted, “For a pirate he was a bloody interfering match-maker.”
I shook my head at Quinn before I tugged him in for a kiss. His lips moved beneath my own and I felt his hand grip the back of my neck and hold me still as he ravaged my mouth. As much fun as the swashbuckling had been, feeling Quinn's hardness press against my thigh, feeling my own hard cock against his, was far better. I let my hands slide down to grope his arse before a loud cough had us quickly separating.
“Er... boss,” one of the soldiers said, looking anywhere but at us. “The pilot says we need to leave now, there's a storm...”
“Right,” I replied, refusing to blush at being caught red-handed and started to follow my man. I turned when I realised Quinn hadn't moved. “Coming, Quinn?”
“Definitely, Soldier-boy.” Quinn grinned back at me.
“Don't call me Soldier-boy,” I snapped back before realising what Quinn had just said, what I had. I waited for my soldier to hurry away before pressing against Quinn once more, my hand copping a feel. “We'll see,” I murmured before strolling off, making sure to wiggle my arse.
I was strapped into the helicopter by the time Quinn appeared, looking rather flustered as he took a seat beside me. He leaned over, his breath a whisper on my ear. “I'll need to make a stop at the loos in the heliport, Becks.”
I had to bite back a moan at that thought, shooting him an annoyed look at the thought of the several hours we'd have in this cramped space until then, and had my own revenge. “I imagine you'll need a helping hand.” Oh, the look of arousal in his eyes might make the ride home even worse, but at least I was on a promise.
Part 1
Author: knitekat
Word Count: 2437 in this part
Characters: Hilary Becker, Danny Quinn, OCs
Rating: 18
Disclaimer: Primeval belongs to Impossible Pictures. Certainly not me. Writing for fun and will replace.
A/N 1: For Isellersfic wonderful Danny-Becker art prompt Here and for my Primeval Bingo (Card 9) Prompt: Pirates.
A/N 2: Thanks go to Fififolle for the beta, any remaining mistakes are mine.
Part 1
Morgan raised his hand, calling for silence. “Listen well, me hearties. Gentleman Jack Morgan didn't say we be leaving.” It appeared that the crew were at least willing to listen to him. “I says we return to the ship and re-arm. Then we track down this devil-spawned beast and kill it. What says ye?”
A roar greeted Morgan's words and I breathed again, not realising I'd been holding my breath while he'd spoken. I clapped Quinn on the shoulder before stepping forward. “We should hurry, our people might still live.”
“Aye,” Morgan nodded as he led us onboard his ship.
The 'Sea Ghost' was far cleaner than I expected, spick-and-span and looking well-put together. I stopped when I realised silence had fallen on the ship and every man in the crew was staring at us. Morgan stepped in front of us, his voice raised as he addressed his crew. “Cast off and lie close. Lookouts, keep a sharp watch for the creature. Boarding parties, arm ye selves for a hunt. And Master Frazier, arm the cannons and shoot the beast if ye sees it.”
I opened my mouth to argue the last point, how the hell would I explain cannon-balls shooting holes in the rig, before remembering that would be Lester's job, not mine. Considering he'd sent me out here babysitting Quinn, it was the least I could do to repay him.
The planning was quick and painless for once, with no regard for health and safety or any other consideration I usually had to put up with. It almost made me long for a life of a pirate, until I remembered their dismal lack of firepower. And tanks, even though Lester still wouldn't let me have one.
I soon found myself back on the oil rig, Vera in one hand and a cutlass in the other. I glanced at my team, my own soldiers, Quinn and a selection of pirates armed with black-powder pistols, cutlasses and boarding axes, standing ready, if not quietly, for my orders.
I nodded to Morgan and set off into the oil rig, every nerve alert for ambush as I eyed the pipes criss-crossing over my head. “Keep alert,” I instructed my team. “And, gentlemen, remember to verify your target before you fire. We don't want to shoot our own, after all.” I paused and fixed Quinn with a hard stare. “And that goes double for you, Quinn.”
Quinn muttered something I didn't even bother asking him to repeat and we headed deeper into the rig's infrastructure. I jumped at a clanging sound ahead of us and signalled my men to advance – or to be precise, I indicated it to my men and the pirates followed their lead.
I swallowed when I smelt the stench of blood and other bodily fluids and signalled that everyone should stay here while I investigated. Well, that was my plan, but of course, bloody Quinn didn't listen and followed close behind me.
“Becker!” Quinn hissed suddenly, moving off to the side and I had little choice but to follow him and watch his back. The sight we found was gruesome and I couldn't even tell if the man had been one of mine or one of Morgan's, the body was too savaged, not to mention lacking several body parts.
I motioned Quinn forwards, covering him with Vera, and waited for him to check the body for any identification. He cursed softly as he turned the body over and I had to swallow my bile at the faecal stench that rose from the man's gutted belly. “Bloody hell.”
I didn't have time to respond as I noticed a long, thin snake-like creature lower from the pipes above Quinn's head and I charged him, sending both of us crashing to the ground. I rolled onto my back, ignoring the swearing from Quinn, and fired Vera up at where the creature had been.
“Damn it, Quinn,” I growled at him. “I told you to stay with the others.”
“And let you have all the fun?” Quinn quipped back but I noticed his heart wasn't in it, probably from the near-miss.
The pirates arrived, closely followed by my nervous-looking men, and I set them to track the creature, as well as one could when it was arboreal and we weren't.
A half-hour of fruitless hunting later left my team irritated, the nervousness of my men infecting the pirates, and I half expected someone to demand a tea-break, when we all jumped at the boom of a cannon.
“That's the 'Sea Ghost'',” a pirate declared proudly.
I ordered my team towards the sound, assuming that the pirates were shooting at the creature and not a passing boat, and we soon reached the dock once more, the 'Sea Ghost' a mere 100' from us. I watched in awe as she fired again, the smoke billowing out of her cannon before the shot they used crashed into a pile and wrapped around it.
“Chain-shot,” the same pirate said. “Supposed to take masts down but just as good against men. Or creatures,” he added.
I nodded, my attention on the piles and pipes as I tried to see what the 'Sea Ghost' was firing at. There! Movement as something larger than a man leaping from pipe to pile and back to pipe. Moving swiftly and surely through the oil rig. I knew we'd never catch it... but maybe we could trap it?
“Back to the ship,” I ordered.
“Becker?” Quinn didn't look happy with the order, no doubt wanting to do something foolishly reckless.
“I've got a plan,” I replied. “Can we get your Captain back there too?” I asked one of the pirates.
The man nodded. “Aye, we can signal him.”
***
I waited impatiently on the 'Sea Ghost' for Morgan, noticing Quinn growing increasingly irritating and wondering what had got into him? No doubt because I had spoiled his chance to show-off to the pirates.
“Ye have a new plan, Captain Becker?” Morgan's voice had me jumping and spinning with Vera in hand.
“Bloody hell,” I muttered before nodding at his raised eyebrow. “Yes. The creature is too agile for us to find on the rig. We need to draw it into a trap.”
Morgan looked thoughtful for a moment before nodding. “Cooper, bring up the goat.”
I raised my own eyebrow as the mid-sized, brown haired goat was led onto the deck. What the hell was a goat doing on a pirate ship, Morgan seemed to read my mind as he said, “Fresh milk, Captain Becker.”
I nodded before turning my attention back to the rig, where would be the best place to ambush the creature? Somewhere the ship could support us, somewhere open enough for us to see the creature coming but closed in enough that it wasn't spooked.
“There.”
I looked over at Quinn to see him pointing slightly further along the rig where a crane stood which I assumed had been used to unload supply ships.
“Perfect,” I said. “Captain?”
“Aye,” Morgan agreed. “Peters, Hicks, Bird, Tomkins, up in the rigging and aim ye muskets at the goat. Smartly there, lads.”
***
In the end the hunt for the creature proved to be anti-climactic. It was drawn to the goat bleating in fear and was hit by several shots. I approached it cautiously, Vera pointing at it, and swore when Quinn just waltz up to it as if it was harmless. It didn't move but I wasn't going to take any chances that it was playing dead and shot it once more just to make sure. The goat bleated once more before making its opinion of being used as bait known to all of us.
I stared at the creature, it must have been at least eight feet tall with large claws and a long tail. “It looks like some sort of raptor to me.”
“Didn't look like any bird of prey I've ever seen,” one of the pirates said.
“Barnaby Jones here is something of a scholar,” Morgan informed us proudly.
***
I found a spot on the back – or aft, as I'd been informed – of the 'Sea Ghost' and watched the victory festivities. Bottles of rum were being passed from hand to hand, along with cuts of roasted raptor. I looked up at a shout and rolled my eyes at Quinn, the daft bugger had apparently challenged one of the pirates to a climbing contest. At least I assumed he had, considering he and a pirate were part way up the rigging as my men and the pirates cheered on their respective challenger.
A cleared throat behind me almost made me jump and I turned around to find Captain Morgan standing there. He nodded at Quinn and the pirate, “The men need this, Captain Becker.”
“I know,” I told him. “Are you going to try and return home?” I asked him, wondering just what Lester's reaction would be if I showed up with a pirate ship and crew. It would almost be worth it to see his horrified expression, but Morgan and his men deserved to go home.
“Aye,” Morgan said. “Once the Devil's Eye re-opens.” He glanced at the antics of his men and mine before adding, “I've got a fine bottle of brandy in my cabin.”
“Captain...” I began before Morgan shook his head and I sighed, glancing at Quinn and hoping he didn't cause a fight. “Fine, one drink.”
Morgan bowed and waved me towards what I assumed was his cabin. I glanced back just before I entered to see Quinn dangling from the rigging, watching me, watching us, with a strange look on his face.
***
I leaned back in the surprisingly comfortable chair and sipped from a fine crystal glass. “This isn't what I expected from a pirate ship.”
“What did ye expect?” Morgan asked.
“No disrespect, captain,” I said. “But most of what I know paints pirates as blood-thirsty rogues.” I did consider mentioning the movies, but I had no idea if Pirates of the Caribbean was typical of their fare.
“Some are,” Morgan agreed. “But I try not to kill when I don't have to.” He seemed pensive for a moment before speaking once more. “Quinn.”
I frowned at him. “What about him?”
“Are ye and he together?”
“I... him... me?” I stuttered before stumbling to a halt, knowing I was blushing furiously.
“I see,” Morgan said, a wide grin on his face. “Ye should tell him, lad.”
“But I...” I swallowed as I almost stumbled over my words,.
“He likes ye, lad,” Morgan said, his voice full of conviction. “And ye should grab all the time ye can with those ye love.”
I stared at Morgan for a moment, his face now stark and stripped bare, allowing me to see the pain and sorrow in his eyes. “I'm sorry for your loss,” I mumbled, uncertain if the sentiment would be welcome.
“Aye, lad,” Morgan said. “Don't make the same mistake I did.”
“I'll...” I recalled the expression on Quinn's face when I entered Morgan's cabin... maybe he did like me. “I'll think about it.”
“That ye do, lad.” Morgan swallowed his remaining brandy before standing when someone knocked on the door. “Enter.”
A young pirate stood there, barely sixteen I thought, but already hardened by this life. “The lookout's sighted the Devil's Eye, Captain.”
Morgan rose and strolled out of his cabin, bellowing, “Smartly there, lads.” as his crew ran around getting the ship to return home. He stopped and shook my hand once more. “Remember what I said, Captain Becker.”
“I will,” I replied.
I clambered off the ship along with my men and Quinn, and watched the 'Sea Ghost' sail towards the anomaly I could just make out. I stared at the spot where it had disappeared for several moments, wishing the pirates good luck and a safe journey home. For all I might claim otherwise in my report, this Shout had turned out to be fun – how many people could say they'd swashbuckled with real pirates while fighting dinosaurs? Still, I sobered quickly when I recalled the men I, that we, had lost.
“OK, Soldier-boy?”
“Don't call me that,” I said, turning to face and him noticing that we were alone. No doubt my men had sneaked off for another tea-break now the danger was over.
“Our ride's here.” Quinn said, pointing at the helicopter coming in to land on the rig's helipad.
I nodded, considering him and wondered if I should follow Morgan's advice and just ask him out. “Quinn?”
“Yes, Becks.” It was an answer, not an acknowledgement.
“Yes?” I asked, wondering what he was on about now.
“You're not the only one Morgan talked to.” Quinn snorted, “For a pirate he was a bloody interfering match-maker.”
I shook my head at Quinn before I tugged him in for a kiss. His lips moved beneath my own and I felt his hand grip the back of my neck and hold me still as he ravaged my mouth. As much fun as the swashbuckling had been, feeling Quinn's hardness press against my thigh, feeling my own hard cock against his, was far better. I let my hands slide down to grope his arse before a loud cough had us quickly separating.
“Er... boss,” one of the soldiers said, looking anywhere but at us. “The pilot says we need to leave now, there's a storm...”
“Right,” I replied, refusing to blush at being caught red-handed and started to follow my man. I turned when I realised Quinn hadn't moved. “Coming, Quinn?”
“Definitely, Soldier-boy.” Quinn grinned back at me.
“Don't call me Soldier-boy,” I snapped back before realising what Quinn had just said, what I had. I waited for my soldier to hurry away before pressing against Quinn once more, my hand copping a feel. “We'll see,” I murmured before strolling off, making sure to wiggle my arse.
I was strapped into the helicopter by the time Quinn appeared, looking rather flustered as he took a seat beside me. He leaned over, his breath a whisper on my ear. “I'll need to make a stop at the loos in the heliport, Becks.”
I had to bite back a moan at that thought, shooting him an annoyed look at the thought of the several hours we'd have in this cramped space until then, and had my own revenge. “I imagine you'll need a helping hand.” Oh, the look of arousal in his eyes might make the ride home even worse, but at least I was on a promise.
Part 1
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Date: 2018-07-09 07:59 pm (UTC)I giggled madly at that bit! Poor Lester!
That was super - I love how you joined the two teams, and I really liked Morgan.
Well done!
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Date: 2018-07-10 08:20 pm (UTC)I did have a problem with the number of pirates until I decided to have the teams join forces, so glad you liked them and especially Morgan.
Thanks for reading.
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Date: 2018-07-09 08:57 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2018-07-10 08:25 pm (UTC)Thanks for reading.
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Date: 2018-07-10 02:15 pm (UTC)That was a great fic.
I hope Vera is not jealous of Danny. *g*
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Date: 2018-07-10 08:30 pm (UTC)Glad you liked it and thanks for reading.
I'm sure Becker will take extra special care of Vera. And, of course, Becker ;)
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Date: 2018-07-11 08:34 pm (UTC)Fun fic, The poor wee goat, I'm glad he made it! :D
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Date: 2018-07-11 08:36 pm (UTC)Thanks. I had to add a bit to make sure it was clear the goat survived her ordeal.
Thanks for reading and for the beta.
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Date: 2018-07-11 10:03 pm (UTC)Great fic!
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Date: 2018-07-14 10:50 pm (UTC)Thanks for reading.
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Date: 2018-07-15 11:25 am (UTC)I love the way all the different elements gradually appear - at first the problem seems to be the pirates and then it turns out that there is a creature loose as well and then there is nearly a mutiny!!!!
Apologies for taking so long to comment.
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Date: 2018-07-15 01:33 pm (UTC)Good to know all the separate parts worked together. The pirates outnumbered Becker's team so I had to figure out a way to get them to be on the same side - a creature seemed the ideal solution. And there had to be a near mutiny - it is pirates!
Thanks for reading and for making the brilliant art prompts.
That's fine. RL gets in the way.
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Date: 2018-09-09 11:40 am (UTC)God, I‘d love to see that LOL
Morgan was great and a perfect matchmaker. Glad the silly boys got together. I imagine their relationship will not get boring anytime soon!
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Date: 2018-09-09 07:28 pm (UTC)Glad you liked Morgan, he was fun to write. Danny and Becker's relationship will never be boring.
Glad you liked it and thanks for reading.