PotC fic: Come What May (Jack/Pearl, PG-13)
Title: Come What May
Author: shyaway
Rating: PG-13 (language)
Pairing: Jack/Pearl
Disclaimer: Pirates of the Caribbean and its characters are owned by Disney. I use them without permission or renumeration, but with much love and respect.
Summary: Sailing into the sunset.
Reunion was a beautiful word. Jack, feeling his lady's dark wood and breathing the salt air, thinks he'll add it to his favourites, like rum and Pearl and fucking and freedom. The wheel nudges his wandering hand, telling him - again, blissfully again - that it finds favour with the Black Pearl too. She's been prancing with joy all day, ever since he fell into her arms from that other, lethal, contraption of wood and rope, the gallows.
Together, that was another lovely one. Captain Jack Sparrow and his Pearl, together again. Him and ship and sea and sky - and he must have been standing here a long time, for the horizon is blazing amber and the sun ahead of them is descending towards the waves.
Jack asks the Pearl to hurry. They might be in time to see the sun sinking into her home in the depths. And as he urges his ship onwards and listens to her melody of wake and sails and creaking timbers, he thinks that whatever turns his story may take tomorrow, this moment - glorious, delirious perfection - would last forever.
Author: shyaway
Rating: PG-13 (language)
Pairing: Jack/Pearl
Disclaimer: Pirates of the Caribbean and its characters are owned by Disney. I use them without permission or renumeration, but with much love and respect.
Summary: Sailing into the sunset.
Reunion was a beautiful word. Jack, feeling his lady's dark wood and breathing the salt air, thinks he'll add it to his favourites, like rum and Pearl and fucking and freedom. The wheel nudges his wandering hand, telling him - again, blissfully again - that it finds favour with the Black Pearl too. She's been prancing with joy all day, ever since he fell into her arms from that other, lethal, contraption of wood and rope, the gallows.
Together, that was another lovely one. Captain Jack Sparrow and his Pearl, together again. Him and ship and sea and sky - and he must have been standing here a long time, for the horizon is blazing amber and the sun ahead of them is descending towards the waves.
Jack asks the Pearl to hurry. They might be in time to see the sun sinking into her home in the depths. And as he urges his ship onwards and listens to her melody of wake and sails and creaking timbers, he thinks that whatever turns his story may take tomorrow, this moment - glorious, delirious perfection - would last forever.