I Hate my Bank, part II

[elspethdixon]

So, okay, this morning I went to the Bank of Ulster to try the ATM there (as the one at ATB ate my card) and their ATM ate my card too. And the fuckmooks won't give it back. So now I need to contact Suntrust (the fuck knows how, since their all the way over in America and I'm in Cork) and find out what the fuck those fuckmooks have done to by card/account/whatever. I may only have three weeks left in Ireland, but I do need money in order to eat during those three weeks.

Also, my flatmates never wash their damn dishes! Especially Carries, who has friends over nearly every night prior to/after going out drinking, and thus creates the largest number of dirty dishes. So of course, who ends up washing them? Elspeth. I'm like the fucking Merry Maid of apartment 1A or something.

Behold how many times I can type "fuck" in one entry! Truly, I am my grandmother's grandaughter and my father's daughter. Now if I'd only used the work "cocksucker" somewhere, Cadet Sarah would have been proud.

On a less angry note, I have finished shidhe_elf's Potc h/c story, which can be found here.

Comments

[sidhe-elf.livejournal.com]

My god. I was expecting a little vignette, a short PWP perhaps. I know you described it as a PWP, but I really don't think it was. It was just... wow. I love your way with words! The opening scene sent shivers up my spine. So graphic and intense and it just set the mood so well. And just other lines like that, that sum up the feeling of it all so neatly... Jack wasn’t exactly on the large side, but he was heavy as only dead weight could be, and the part eight days had worn Bill’s energy to nothing. The bit about "magpie" vs Sparrow - that seemed very much like something that would have happened! I think your chracters were all spot-on, from Boostrap (I loved his PoV, loved the little details and perceptions of his thoughts, especially the knowledge that he will never be able to see his wife and son again) to all the minor characters, and the little backstories and quirks you gave them, like Piet never learning proper English, or getting his gold tooth. And Barbossa! Creepily well done. The perfectly logical refusal to head to Port Royal and a doctor. The very precise "Yes, I had noticed that" line which fits him so well it could have come straight from the movie! And the ending, of poisoning the captain... wow. Again *l* I'd never have guessed. It was the perfect little opportunity, though, both in the fic and as a plot device and it worked well to not only build up the tension in this fic, but kind of carries over to what we know of him in the movie...

And Jack :o) I would want to cuddle him if he wasn't covered in um, bile, and blood, and stuff. (Ok, you were SO right when you said yellow fever was a disgusting disease!) I love Bootstraps thoughts about him *l* Bill smiled in spite of himself, suddenly feeling a wave of relief. A whining and complaining Jack Sparrow was an immense improvement over a semi-conscious and incoherent one. If he could be annoying, then he was probably going to live. And the bit about Jack idolising Barbossa had such a sense of foreboding! I'm so glad Jack didn't turn out like Barbossa :o)

It was just wonderful :o) Thank you so much for this fic! It reads beautifully and all the characters are just so right! And I promise to have yours finished soon :o)

[elspethdixon.livejournal.com]

Yea! A review! *dances in a circle hugging her review*

I know you described it as a PWP, but I really don't think it was.
It started that way, though. I was a good 500/1000 words into it before I decided to have Barbossa poison the captain.

Bootstrap was a challenge, since I didn't want to make him too much like Will, so I'm glad you liked him. Barbossa was a little easier (since you actually get more than just his name in the movie, unlike Bill). I had fun doing him, since I liked him in the movie (look, I even gave him a pet, though not an undead one!). I tried to keep the same calm, condescending sort of attitude he seemed to have through most of the film.

As for Jack idolising Barbossa--have you noticed how alike they are in the movie (well, outside of the "one-is-a-fairly-decent-guy, one-is-a-undead-villain" thing)? They dress similarly, though Jack's much more colourful/gaudy (I think the costume people may have done that on purpose, so they could be foils for each other), are both given to melodrama (look at Barbossa's grand speeches to his crew), both seem fairly well educated for pirates, and semed pretty evenly matched in that sword fight (my bet is that Barbossa's the one who taught Jack to fence).

And Jack did know just the selling point to win Barbossa over to his plan ("I'll buy you a hat. A really big hat...").

Actually, yellow fever isn't the most disgusting tropical/epidemic type people used to get in the 18th/19th centuries. That would probably be cholera, which is way grosser, plus a lot more virulent.