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Aug 23, 2007 10:06

Today the Pacific honors its name. It's one of those days the sea is dark blue and the sky is a lighter blue, and the line of the horizon between them is a perfect circle, and both are like twin tin plates reflecting the merciless heat of the sun. The wind is barely enough to push the stolen Spanish ship forwards towards Singapore, but not little ( Read more... )

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try_corsets August 6 2007, 02:05:51 UTC

In the prow, Elizabeth stands with her head held high and her eyes fixed on the horizon. There is only the creak of the ship and the soft lapping of water on its hull to disturb her thoughts or break her focus, and she pays them no mind until the wind picks up and the sea splashes higher, as the ship gains a modicum of speed. Absently, she drums her fingers from right to left on the salt crusted railing.

And again.

Three times in total. It sounds like a distant beat of military drums, and carries farther than it should. The wind plays with the ends of her hair, whipping sun-lightened strands across her face, and again her fingertips connect with wood in a rhythm she's not heard before ( ... )

pirate_gibbs August 7 2007, 19:23:35 UTC

Gibbs hears Miss Swann sing two words. It's hard to her them over the sea and the wind. And yet he can. Something inside marks that with fear. But some other grab onto the words and the rhythm.

"Haul together..."

The words seem to burst forth. And Gibbs knows that something is happening.

turned_captain August 7 2007, 19:51:51 UTC

Will can't hear Elizabeth or Gibbs, right now. He's in the stern of the ship, securing one of the lines from the mizzenmast, working as a distraction from dark thoughts.

He hardly even notices as he sings.

"Hoist the colours high."

bringmethatnpc August 8 2007, 06:51:12 UTC

And in the breeze, a change. The wind picks up, as if eager for the Spanish trading ship to complete its journey to Singapore, almost like the last breath of the dying was blowing straight into the sails.

And in that wind, a voice. A voice made of many faint voices, a chorus that hovers on the edge of hearing, but nonetheless creeps up into the head as a not-quite whisper and down the spine as a faint shiver.

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try_corsets August 14 2007, 19:15:08 UTC

The chorus travels the length of the deck, and Elizabeth, astonishment lending her speed, is hot on its metaphorical heels.

Winding around the crew and deftly avoiding coils of rope and other hazards, Elizabeth arrives on the quarterdeck breathless and eager for answers.

"What just happened?"

turned_captain August 15 2007, 12:44:42 UTC

Will's head rose just as Elizabeth passed, and he follows her, an eye always on her more than anything else.

But he doesn't go to her, waiting at the top of the steps and waiting to see what Barbossa has to say.

bushel_o_apples August 18 2007, 13:23:11 UTC

From his place at the helm, Barbossa watches Elizabeth weave her way towards him, with Will not-quite-swept up in her trail, and now his lips -do- curl in a little smirk. He studies her as she climbs the steps up to the quarterdeck, pondering.

Are you really looking for answers, miss Swann? Do you really want to know? Or is this just a tantrum, an outburst that a little prodding will derail this easily? Go ahead, prove yourself. Is that change I noticed real, or are you still a liability?

"Ah, miss Swann" He looks around "I take it you mean the impromptu little sing-along the crew just had? Truly, music is a wonderful thing, don't you think?"

He steps back slightly, his hands still on the wheel and his gaze calm and unwavering on her eyes. The words and the smirk are lighthearted and amused, but those yellow-rimmed eyes are dead serious.

turned_captain August 18 2007, 17:13:28 UTC

Will chin jerks forward, now studying the captain intently to gauge what he isn't saying.

"It means something," he says, and it's not a question, except that he's not sure how he knows it as fact. "What?"

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pirate_gibbs August 20 2007, 14:13:18 UTC

The song...for years he'd heard the legends of the song. Of a song that was both the anthem of the Brethren Court and its call to battle. He had also heard that never since the first time the Court met had it actually been sung. True, there were two other meetings of the Court, but arrangements were made through more earthly methods. To invoke the song was to invoke fate, and destiny, and the sea. And to decree that the pirates needed to be brethren when such a thing was rarely possible ( ... )