A hundred words of Jack/Pearl for the 'silence' challenge at
potc100. Thanks to
hereswith for looking it over for me.
~ Dead Silence ~
The unkindest cut of all.
No gurgle or rush of water, no slap or boom of wave. No homely creaking of the ebon hull, no shiver or flap of sail. No siren song of wind in the lines and shrouds.
No song of wind.
No wind.
My soul I do swear…
Who would have guessed that the click of a crab's claw could have the resonance of a thunder clap, or that the grinding of his Black Pearl's inexplicably but indisputably intact corpus moving slowly past on a crustaceous swell was the sound of resurrection?
~.~