Drabble: Idylls of the King
Title: Idylls of the King
Author: djarum99
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: J/E
Disclaimer: Disney owns the world of pirates, and I make no profit
A/N: An extended drabble in response to the blackpearlsails prompt “pirate king” - this is a brief follow up to Double Edged Sword. Had to name that baby :-) A bit of angst and schmoop for lady_di75 and her newest pirate son.
Elizabeth sits at the right hand of Zeus - Teague no longer battles Titans, though the man doesn’t want for lightning bolts, or progeny. Jack watches them confer in the Brethren’s ancient hall, golden youth and goat-skinned god beneath a blazing candelabra. November rages in the Devil’s Throat, imprisons his restless Pearl, and he isn’t chafing as he should be - fair cause for worry, but he finds he can’t draw that sword. Spring will arrive soon enough wearing beckoning winds, cool mornings, the allure of the hunt. He can bide, for now, knows Elizabeth will yearn as well, but he’ll use his own dice for the toss to be first when bound ships break free of the harbor.
The Pirate King, his by virtue of a spinning Fate; she belongs to no man, and reminds him often. That sword is one that he prizes, hones sharp with sly provocation in an endless bonfire dance. Their children sleep in the Cove’s lofty towers, his Rosalind, bright as sunset rain, and a son, newly born. Galen, for the brother Jack remembers, the one who hadn’t lived to sail - another slap at Death’s hand, but Elizabeth had laughed at the naming feast and Teague’s mouth had conspired with his jaded wolf's eyes to form something that was almost a smile.
“All of it a risk, Jackie - reckon you know that well as me. Boy looks like you, your mother.”
Jack Sparrow will bed his King tonight, high above the sea. They'll take each other slow and sweet, as these winter nights allow, and after she’ll curl against him like some star-lost child come home. Summer nights spark wanderlust, set desire to burning fierce, for her, for dark-winged freedom. A buckdancer’s choice for both of them, and one they’ve yet to question.
Elizabeth lifts her head, finds Jack’s eyes and smiles. He swings his boots to rest atop his father’s table, leans back against a carrack’s hull to await her descent from the throne. A ruler of his own making, born of curiosity, cruel destiny, and rewards granted a pirate for the moments he hasn’t waved by. Jack tips his bottle, drinks deep, and savors the taste of a good man’s wine.
A/N: Zeus was worshiped as a savage god who defeated the race of Titans (and his own father), and as a god of weather, until democracy supplanted the Greek kings. He then became the protector of law and order, justice and political stability. A Keeper of Codes. Like most ancient deities, he made a habit of seduction, of both gods and mortals alike - the three Fates were his daughters, one to spin, one to determine the length of the thread, and one to cut it. Lightning was one of his attributes, and he possessed a protective cloak, an aegis, made from the hide of Amaltheia (a divine goat). Beware the goat - she gets around.
Author: djarum99
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: J/E
Disclaimer: Disney owns the world of pirates, and I make no profit
A/N: An extended drabble in response to the blackpearlsails prompt “pirate king” - this is a brief follow up to Double Edged Sword. Had to name that baby :-) A bit of angst and schmoop for lady_di75 and her newest pirate son.
Elizabeth sits at the right hand of Zeus - Teague no longer battles Titans, though the man doesn’t want for lightning bolts, or progeny. Jack watches them confer in the Brethren’s ancient hall, golden youth and goat-skinned god beneath a blazing candelabra. November rages in the Devil’s Throat, imprisons his restless Pearl, and he isn’t chafing as he should be - fair cause for worry, but he finds he can’t draw that sword. Spring will arrive soon enough wearing beckoning winds, cool mornings, the allure of the hunt. He can bide, for now, knows Elizabeth will yearn as well, but he’ll use his own dice for the toss to be first when bound ships break free of the harbor.
The Pirate King, his by virtue of a spinning Fate; she belongs to no man, and reminds him often. That sword is one that he prizes, hones sharp with sly provocation in an endless bonfire dance. Their children sleep in the Cove’s lofty towers, his Rosalind, bright as sunset rain, and a son, newly born. Galen, for the brother Jack remembers, the one who hadn’t lived to sail - another slap at Death’s hand, but Elizabeth had laughed at the naming feast and Teague’s mouth had conspired with his jaded wolf's eyes to form something that was almost a smile.
“All of it a risk, Jackie - reckon you know that well as me. Boy looks like you, your mother.”
Jack Sparrow will bed his King tonight, high above the sea. They'll take each other slow and sweet, as these winter nights allow, and after she’ll curl against him like some star-lost child come home. Summer nights spark wanderlust, set desire to burning fierce, for her, for dark-winged freedom. A buckdancer’s choice for both of them, and one they’ve yet to question.
Elizabeth lifts her head, finds Jack’s eyes and smiles. He swings his boots to rest atop his father’s table, leans back against a carrack’s hull to await her descent from the throne. A ruler of his own making, born of curiosity, cruel destiny, and rewards granted a pirate for the moments he hasn’t waved by. Jack tips his bottle, drinks deep, and savors the taste of a good man’s wine.
A/N: Zeus was worshiped as a savage god who defeated the race of Titans (and his own father), and as a god of weather, until democracy supplanted the Greek kings. He then became the protector of law and order, justice and political stability. A Keeper of Codes. Like most ancient deities, he made a habit of seduction, of both gods and mortals alike - the three Fates were his daughters, one to spin, one to determine the length of the thread, and one to cut it. Lightning was one of his attributes, and he possessed a protective cloak, an aegis, made from the hide of Amaltheia (a divine goat). Beware the goat - she gets around.