The Pirate's Progress (3/5)

[erinya]

"Jesus, Mary, and Joseph," breathed Doctor Miller. They were gathered in a little knot at the entrance of a high-ceilinged hall; at its far end, a dais upon which two silent figures sat on two ornate black thrones, and below the dais, three seats, where the grim judges waited.

"Wrong pantheon, I'm afraid," said Jack. "These folk have been around

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[anonymous]

Just as in life, the words were his talisman, a mantra against horror and dread.

Love it!

[erinya]

Thanks!

[hendercats]

many were shadows without faces, voices without form, cold winds that rose out of nowhere to brush the backs of their necks
The whole opening paragraph is marvelously creepy, but this bit gave me chills. It may have something to do with the weather outside this morning (16F), but I don't really think so.

"Keep a weather eye, Sparrow," he said, under his breath, so that Jack had to lean forward to catch all the words. "There will be white wings ere long, on a dark horizon. I have seen her, there..."
Ooooh, the grizzled blind man sounds so mystical, intoning his pronouncements with weight and dignity. His last words to Jack, the go-away-boy-you-bother-me have me squeaking and bouncing. *notes that this old guy is really rather Jack-like*

To such a voice, there was not so much as the most fleeting thought of disobedience. Forward they came, though many of them were trembling
Still with the shivers. Pardon the lowbrow comment (especially when you're busy thinking about Donne), but are you sure those walls aren't green? Guess you

[erinya]

Thanks for reading and I'm so glad you're enjoying it! I still need to write that last chapter. Damn me and my inability to finish things in a timely fashion.

*notes that this old guy is really rather Jack-like*

You know, I didn't notice that! But it's kind of true.