Title: Needlework
Rating: G
Pairing: none
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters, nor do I make any profit.
A/N: Blame Marina for this one.

 

"Just how hard is it to tell the difference between navy and eau-de-nil?" Gillette demanded angrily. "And what do you do with the yellow, eat it? There is barely any left!"

"Shh," Groves was bent intently over his loop. "Counting. Sir, do you remember how many for the anchor flukes diagonally?"

Norrington did not look up from his own work. "Ten, I believe, but you may want to consult the pattern, Lieutenant. And Gillette, there is more yellow in the hand basket."

Groves turned his loop over and carefully tightened a stitch with the needle. "You're a fine one to complain, Gillette. You used up most of the greens when you were doing the cloth for the wardroom table."

Gillette snorted and brandished his needle at Groves. "I'm not the one who used three wrong colours for the governor's coat-of-arms."

"Gentlemen, please," Norrington said, a slight edge to his voice. "I'd like the pillowcases to be embroidered, not bloody."

Silence reigned for some time, interrupted only by Gillette breathing noisily through his nose as he attempted a complicated bullion knot.

"I wonder," Groves said suddenly, "what do pirates do on long voyages?"

At this Norrington did look up. "I beg your pardon, sir?"

"Well, how do they pass the time? Can you really picture them doing needlework?"

They contemplated the concept wordlessly.

Eventually Gillette frowned and shook his head. "Now, Groves, don't be ridiculous."

"Yes, I suppose you're right."

Three bewigged heads bent over embroidery loops again.

 

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