The world above and the world below, separated by the glassy surface of the sea; in this place beyond the edge, where there is neither wind nor tide, and the Pearl coasts through stagnant waters, she sleeps.
Dreams of her father - gone now, lost to the deep. Would he be alive still, if she’d filled the role he’d wanted for her?
Visions of Will - his
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Worn raw, and in need of an absolution that would not come, she is haunted by the storm plaguing her soul
Absolutely gorgeous, every line, and such an apt description of what I imagine her state of mind to be at that point in AWE. I'd love to read another POTC fic from you with character interaction :-)
This was a lovely drabble, and a most generous birthday gift ♥
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The last sentence is absolutly fantastic
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