Mistress of the sea (Calypso)fairieloreFebruary 4 2010, 14:58:04 UTC
Milky white envelloped by charcoal black. The only thing that will free her is her fire, when the flesh burns away and there is nothing left but the spirit inside. She will travel through the wind like a whisper, a secret seeking to travel into the sailors lost at sea who long for she loves them upon land. She is the mistress of the sea and there is nothing, no one, no man who can keep her tied in her rags. They drown in their blood and in the salty water, tasting her health as they slip away to be ferried by the only man that she has bounded.
Bound and BeggingshytanFebruary 2 2010, 13:10:13 UTC
Cutler Beckett was so deep in thought, standing before his office desk leaning on his hands which were splayed on the mahogany wood in front of him, that he failed to hear the gentle click of the door lock behind him. He also failed to hear the footsteps behind him, and was rather surprised when James Norrington roughly pushed him forwards onto the desk, quickly pulling up his cravat and stuffing it into his mouth as a gag. Cutler instantly bucked, but James was taller and stronger, and he grabbed both of the smaller man's wrists with his left hand, holding them against the desk as he once again forced Cutler to lean over
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“That was a cruel thing you did, Mr. Mercer,” Cutler said with a smile. “I didn’t do a thing,” Mercer replied as he leaned against a column and peeled his apple in one continuous bit of green skin. “You are a wicked man, Mr. Mercer, and I am beginning to doubt your plausible deniability,” Beckett said cheekily to his administrative assassin. Mercer humphed and said nothing
( ... )
“Jack Sparrow is puttin’ together a large crew - any man he can get ‘is hands on. He’s lookin’ for somethin’, he is. Somethin’ big. You wasn’t the first to come lookin’ for ‘im. That fine young lad came lookin’ for ‘im, but he didn’t come back wit’ Jack,” Giselle explained. “Then I heard he had parted wit’ the lad ta settle ‘is debt wit’ Davy Jones, but now Jack is lookin’ for a way to git the lad back and thumb ‘is nose at Jones
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The manacles sprung from her wrists and she let the chains drop to the floor. She licked the raw flesh of her wrists and he eyes sparkled from the receding pain and the brandy creeping through her blood. Mr. Mercer was suddenly there, his hand that held the knife pressing to the small of her back and guiding her towards the door. She stumbled drunkenly and she was passed over the threshold to the guard to be escorted out
( ... )
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