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Triple Drabble: She Remembers
Title: She Remembers
Fandom: Pirates
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Jack/Pearl
Disclaimer: I own nothing. They speak. I listen.
Summary: "If ever a ship had a soul, it was her." Triple drabble for "Odd Occurrences" challenge at BPS. Partly inspired by a conversation with honorat about Ana's rocky relationship/rivalry with the Pearl. Vague intimation of possible character death.
Feedback: is cause for much rejoicing.
She Remembers
Why you asking after trouble, mate? No use, anyway. The Black Pearl's gone. Haven't you heard the stories?
Aye, I sailed with her awhile. An odd ship, that one, with an odd captain.
Jack Sparrow. A no-good, silver-tongued devil he was, too. Pirate. First time we met, he stole my boat. But that vessel of his, he treated her like a lady. Only the best for his Pearl. Spoke to her like she were a live thing, and damned if she didn't act like it. Queer things happened on that ship, curse or no curse. No telling if 'twas some magic left over from that voodoo gold or if it were built into her own black bones.
'Twas bloody uncanny, whatever it was. At first, afore we got her Captain back, she'd moan. My oath. When the wind twanged through the ratlines, you'd swear 'twas a woman weeping and carryin' on. Why d'you think I made that lot go back for him? She made sure I wouldn't sleep 'til I did.
Even then, she weren't quiet. Only she sang instead of wept, when he stood at the helm. An' there were other things. Voices where no voices should be, stains on the boards wouldn't come out. An' moonlit nights I kept catchin' sight of a young tar wasn't there at all. Spittin' image of that young whelp Will Turner, 'cept more piratical-looking an' less wet behind the ears. Had a real polite smile, for a dead man, he did.
I asked Jack about it. Know what he said to me, all solemn-like? "Aye, she remembers." And as much as he meant it, I believed it.
If ever a ship had a soul, it was her. And I ain't sure that her soul and Jack Sparrow's weren't one and the same.
Fandom: Pirates
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Jack/Pearl
Disclaimer: I own nothing. They speak. I listen.
Summary: "If ever a ship had a soul, it was her." Triple drabble for "Odd Occurrences" challenge at BPS. Partly inspired by a conversation with honorat about Ana's rocky relationship/rivalry with the Pearl. Vague intimation of possible character death.
Feedback: is cause for much rejoicing.
She Remembers
Why you asking after trouble, mate? No use, anyway. The Black Pearl's gone. Haven't you heard the stories?
Aye, I sailed with her awhile. An odd ship, that one, with an odd captain.
Jack Sparrow. A no-good, silver-tongued devil he was, too. Pirate. First time we met, he stole my boat. But that vessel of his, he treated her like a lady. Only the best for his Pearl. Spoke to her like she were a live thing, and damned if she didn't act like it. Queer things happened on that ship, curse or no curse. No telling if 'twas some magic left over from that voodoo gold or if it were built into her own black bones.
'Twas bloody uncanny, whatever it was. At first, afore we got her Captain back, she'd moan. My oath. When the wind twanged through the ratlines, you'd swear 'twas a woman weeping and carryin' on. Why d'you think I made that lot go back for him? She made sure I wouldn't sleep 'til I did.
Even then, she weren't quiet. Only she sang instead of wept, when he stood at the helm. An' there were other things. Voices where no voices should be, stains on the boards wouldn't come out. An' moonlit nights I kept catchin' sight of a young tar wasn't there at all. Spittin' image of that young whelp Will Turner, 'cept more piratical-looking an' less wet behind the ears. Had a real polite smile, for a dead man, he did.
I asked Jack about it. Know what he said to me, all solemn-like? "Aye, she remembers." And as much as he meant it, I believed it.
If ever a ship had a soul, it was her. And I ain't sure that her soul and Jack Sparrow's weren't one and the same.