I've got a jar of DIRT...G.I.P. WHUT? XP (The Way It Was Meant To End -- PotC)
So, I've spent the past week or so dinking around on my fanfiction.net account. The pure...repulsiveness of my older fics astounds me. My Gundam Wing fics make me want to cry. That is how awful they are. No. Really. They are abhorent.
...shush, I like using the fun descriptive words. They really do suck, though. And I deleted quite a few of them with the intent of rewriting, but...God help me, they might be better off just being completely deleted. I've been reading some GW while looking around ff.net, though, and I kind of want to try to redo them.
Meh. Dunno. Saw Pirates 2 again last Thursday night. I really like it a lot more than the first. Which is probably somewhat odd, but there it is.
And here this is!
Title: The Way It Was Meant To End (retitled because Lauren is teh win)
Author: freaky_zero
Pairing: None. Jack/Elizabeth if you squint. Though I don't really like the idea of that. Don't squint. Or something.
Rating: PG
Word Count: 277
Disclaimer: Pirates of the Caribbean is not mine. Blah, blah, shall we continue?
Notes: SPOILERS, IF YOU HAVE NOT SEEN POTC 2 DO NOT READ. OBVIOUSLY.
So this was it, this was where Captain Jack Sparrow met his end, he thought as he wrenched his wrist free with a grimace. He could have yelled, he knew, Gibbs would’ve come back for him, but what good would that have done, except for perhaps dooming them all?
And hadn’t he returned to do the right thing this time? So much for waving at the opportunity as it passed him by. It was a kind of a delicious irony that the girl had shackled him here. If this is where the ‘right thing’ got him, it was no wonder he hadn’t done it more often.
She was right, he knew, that the beast was after him, but still he couldn’t help but throw one last stinging remark at her. Pirate, he’d baptized her (as only he could), and pirate she was, looking at him with those damned eyes of hers. Those eyes that begged for his forgiveness even as she’d pitched her chin up proudly and stated she wasn’t sorry.
There was no reason for her to be sorry, as he’d have done the same in her position. Had been intending to do the same, actually, but for his emotions and reasoning (and that thrice bloody buggering compass) getting the better of him.
But maybe, just maybe, this was the way it was meant to end. At sea, where he had been born, he would die. Heroically, even, if not quite by his own choice.
He planted his resurfaced hat jauntily on his head, straightened his stance, and grasped the hilt of his sword.
“’Ello, beastie.”
The kraken’s hot breath blasted foully over him.
He shivered.
Another (maybe) to come when I get up tomorrow later today. As for now...I'm going to go to bed. Yes I know it's four in the morning. Shush.
P.S. *points to icon* LAUREN MADE ME THE BESTEST ICON EVAR. WORSHIP IT. KTHNX.
...shush, I like using the fun descriptive words. They really do suck, though. And I deleted quite a few of them with the intent of rewriting, but...God help me, they might be better off just being completely deleted. I've been reading some GW while looking around ff.net, though, and I kind of want to try to redo them.
Meh. Dunno. Saw Pirates 2 again last Thursday night. I really like it a lot more than the first. Which is probably somewhat odd, but there it is.
And here this is!
Title: The Way It Was Meant To End (retitled because Lauren is teh win)
Author: freaky_zero
Pairing: None. Jack/Elizabeth if you squint. Though I don't really like the idea of that. Don't squint. Or something.
Rating: PG
Word Count: 277
Disclaimer: Pirates of the Caribbean is not mine. Blah, blah, shall we continue?
Notes: SPOILERS, IF YOU HAVE NOT SEEN POTC 2 DO NOT READ. OBVIOUSLY.
So this was it, this was where Captain Jack Sparrow met his end, he thought as he wrenched his wrist free with a grimace. He could have yelled, he knew, Gibbs would’ve come back for him, but what good would that have done, except for perhaps dooming them all?
And hadn’t he returned to do the right thing this time? So much for waving at the opportunity as it passed him by. It was a kind of a delicious irony that the girl had shackled him here. If this is where the ‘right thing’ got him, it was no wonder he hadn’t done it more often.
She was right, he knew, that the beast was after him, but still he couldn’t help but throw one last stinging remark at her. Pirate, he’d baptized her (as only he could), and pirate she was, looking at him with those damned eyes of hers. Those eyes that begged for his forgiveness even as she’d pitched her chin up proudly and stated she wasn’t sorry.
There was no reason for her to be sorry, as he’d have done the same in her position. Had been intending to do the same, actually, but for his emotions and reasoning (and that thrice bloody buggering compass) getting the better of him.
But maybe, just maybe, this was the way it was meant to end. At sea, where he had been born, he would die. Heroically, even, if not quite by his own choice.
He planted his resurfaced hat jauntily on his head, straightened his stance, and grasped the hilt of his sword.
“’Ello, beastie.”
The kraken’s hot breath blasted foully over him.
He shivered.
Another (maybe) to come when I get up tomorrow later today. As for now...I'm going to go to bed. Yes I know it's four in the morning. Shush.
P.S. *points to icon* LAUREN MADE ME THE BESTEST ICON EVAR. WORSHIP IT. KTHNX.