It will...it does. Even if it leaves you bleeding, it sets you free.

Lies take prisoners. From the moment their poison touches your tongue, you're a slave to them. Slowly but surely, they rot your heart from the inside. After a while, it feels as though all your words are lies. After a while, you no longer recognize yourself.

The truth is the only ( Read more... )

It would seem that despite the enormous differences in class, wealth, and personal hygiene that gapped between the world she'd grown up in and the world she lived in now, there were still many constants that ran through every way of life; little strands of normalcy that one could always depend on, no matter what the circumstances. Coffee seemed to ( Read more... )

A handwritten entry in Elizabeth's Swann's private journal, kept tucked away and hidden from everyone:

Jack Sparrow once told me that one day, the temptation to be selfish and to take what I wanted just because I wanted it would become too great. I told him that one day, he would do something selfless and noble just because he would want to know ( Read more... )

Had it been left up to me, Jack Sparrow would've walked away a free man, after he pulled out of the ocean and saved my life. Despite the Commodore's insistence that one good deed does not make up for a lifetime of wickedness--I don't agree. He didn't have to help me, yet he did. I owed him my life, and that should have counted for something. I am ( Read more... )

Once upon a time, the world was a simple place, and I knew who was worthy of trust and who was decidedly not. Good deeds reflected a good person. Wicked deeds, a wicked man. You trusted in the good. You were wary of the others. It was that simple.

But of course it was never that simple. The world didn't change, the silly girl that I was did. I had ( Read more... )

When Elizabeth was very young, she resigned herself to the fact that her entire life's journey was laid out before her. She would grow up. She would study all that was proper for a young girl to study. She would mind her manners and become a perfectly socially acceptable young woman, and she would catch the attention of a fine man. She would marry ( Read more... )

She'd chained a man to a sinking ship and left his fate to a mythical sea monster. In that reckless and impassioned moment, she had not truly had time to process it all--oh, she'd known what she was doing, make no mistake about that. She couldn't claim to be innocent of her actions, couldn't and wouldn't. But she hadn't, couldn't have realized just ( Read more... )