Going to try Marie Sexton's Saturday Snark for the first time. My godawfully long WIP pirate historical is sadly lacking in humor, way more angsty than I usually write, but here's an exchange that might qualify for the Snark blog hop.
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“Captain?”
“Aye, lad?”
“I must ask you to
untie my hands.”
“And I must refuse
your request.”
Philip drew in a breath
and blew it out again. “Please. Sir.
I...I must answer the call of nature.”
“You’ve got to
piss?”
“Y—yes.”
“All right.” William opened a cupboard beneath the bunk
and pulled out a tin chamber pot.
Setting it down on the chair between Philip’s legs, he reached for the
buttons on Philip’s pantaloons.
‘No!” Philip shouted,
recoiling so violently that he upset the chair and would have fallen to the
floor had William not caught him. The
chamber pot went flying, ending up in the corner of the cabin.
“Ho there! Calm yourself, lad!”
“What are you
doing?”
“I’m helping you
take a piss, that’s all!”
“No! You can’t...please untie me, and I’ll do it.”
“You’re mad if you
think I’m going to untie you.” William
looked him up and down. “You’re a very
dangerous young man, despite your appearance.
So you can let me pull out your prick so you can use the pot, or you can
wet yourself. Your decision.”
“Your chair.” A glimmer of defiance under the fear made
William blink.
“What’s that,
now?”
“This is your
cabin, isn’t it? And it will be your chair
soaked in p—piss if you don’t untie me and let me use the pot myself.”
“Hmm. Clever
lad.”
