PotC - A Sea Change
A Sea Change by d-r-o-n-e. Jack, PG.
Down she sank, gently, cradled, past the pounding storm of the surface, through currents warm and coddling, where she came to rest along the ocean’s floor. The sea had taken many a man to her bosom, and Jack’s last thoughts as the darkness closed in were of Bonny Jenny’s winking eyes, and Captain Stockton’s whiskey grin, and the wide blue infinite of freedom.
The sea plucked at this trophy, this sailor the wind had gifted her with, flung at her in the heat of the fray. She sucked at his lips, pushed into his mouth and ears and lungs. She prodded the pathways of his blood, sloshed against the pan of his brain, and saw the secrets of his soul...and realized, he weren’t a man at all.
Down she sank, gently, cradled, past the pounding storm of the surface, through currents warm and coddling, where she came to rest along the ocean’s floor. The sea had taken many a man to her bosom, and Jack’s last thoughts as the darkness closed in were of Bonny Jenny’s winking eyes, and Captain Stockton’s whiskey grin, and the wide blue infinite of freedom.
The sea plucked at this trophy, this sailor the wind had gifted her with, flung at her in the heat of the fray. She sucked at his lips, pushed into his mouth and ears and lungs. She prodded the pathways of his blood, sloshed against the pan of his brain, and saw the secrets of his soul...and realized, he weren’t a man at all.