Challenge 899 - Delayed departure
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m_findlowTitle: Delayed departure
Character: Jack
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 200 words
Length: 200 words
Content notes: None
Author notes: Written for Challenge 899 - Fog at ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
torchwood100
torchwood100Summary: Jack's plans to get home had been dealt a blow. A double drabble.
‘Where on earth did that come from?’ Jack said, standing at the top of the pier and staring out incredulously. In front of him was nothing but a blanket of white, stretching as far as the eye could see.
‘Happens sometimes,’ came the reply from the man with the short beard that almost matched it for whiteness. ‘I’d put visibility at about twenty yards,’ he added, pulling a pipe from his coat pocket and sticking it in his mouth whilst he fished around for a box of matches in the other.
‘But we’re going, right?’ Jack said. It would take a while longer to get back to Cardiff but that was okay.
‘No chance, sonny. Not licensed to sail in those conditions. I wouldn't want to either. We’ll be staying put til the morning when it should clear.’
Jack looked back over his shoulder at the concealed bunkers on the hillside. No way he was going back in there to stay the night. He hated this godforsaken island and all the horrors it held. He marched down the pier.
‘Oi, where’re you going?’
‘To the boat,’ Jack replied. ‘I’ll sleep in the hold with the fish if I have to.’
‘Where on earth did that come from?’ Jack said, standing at the top of the pier and staring out incredulously. In front of him was nothing but a blanket of white, stretching as far as the eye could see.
‘Happens sometimes,’ came the reply from the man with the short beard that almost matched it for whiteness. ‘I’d put visibility at about twenty yards,’ he added, pulling a pipe from his coat pocket and sticking it in his mouth whilst he fished around for a box of matches in the other.
‘But we’re going, right?’ Jack said. It would take a while longer to get back to Cardiff but that was okay.
‘No chance, sonny. Not licensed to sail in those conditions. I wouldn't want to either. We’ll be staying put til the morning when it should clear.’
Jack looked back over his shoulder at the concealed bunkers on the hillside. No way he was going back in there to stay the night. He hated this godforsaken island and all the horrors it held. He marched down the pier.
‘Oi, where’re you going?’
‘To the boat,’ Jack replied. ‘I’ll sleep in the hold with the fish if I have to.’
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Date: 2026-01-11 10:49 am (UTC)