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Challenge: Anticipation
November 30, 2003

By Sylvia
November 30, 2003

~ Anticipation ~

It had started with the slightest flutter.

Easily ignored. Nothing to worry about.

Moments later that insignificant sign began to grow; his stomach began to roil and the strangest thing was happening to his hands. Damn, but they were shaking.

Just a little tremble. Nothing to worry about.

His legs, usually the most reliable of limbs, seemed determined to wobble. Each step that brought him closer took a little more of his stability.

But he was still on an even keel. Nothing to worry about.

The Black Pearl dipped her prow in greeting - and there was 'nothing' to worry about.

By Kayden Eidyak
November 30, 2003

~ Anticipation ~

Waves lapped merrily against her hull, beckoning her to play. The winds tugged at her sails, flirting in a happy way. The sun shone down, warming her wooden floor. The man who loved her most came through his cabin door.

"Come on, me love," he said, his eyes alight with great anticipation.

Every time they set out was a cause for celebration.

Together they would always sail, through rain, sleet, snow and hail. From white sandy beaches to cliffs that rose for the highest reaches.

Never could they be apart. One man who held a Pearl closest to his heart.

By Thalia Weaver
November 30, 2003

~ Anticipation ~

My wedding night: all the nights in the world have led to this, a night awash in linen and perfume, and the rasp of white petticoat against my legs. His breathing comes softly from the other room, and everything comes to a point in my throat, so I can hardly breathe. A sea breeze touches my hair, with the same delicacy he has always had: my night, tonight, and who knows what adventure will come tomorrow? He calls me now, my Will, of the strong blacksmith's arms, and I want him to hold me until long after the night ends.

By Eledhwen
December 1, 2003

~ On Getting The DVD ~

Not all treasure is silver and gold. This precious thing glistens, temptingly; I peel off the wrappings and open the case. Inside is a passport to adventure and romance, a world where Codes apply and handsome young men dash to the aid of the damsel in distress. My fingers tremble in anticipation as I take this metal disc and lift it, shining, in the light. I have been waiting for this moment, waiting too long, but now it is come. It is precious to me, though I buy it with coins I do not really have.

By Biz
December 2, 2003

~ Is It Over? ~

Soon the curse would be over. Ten years of unfeeling had taken their toll on the Pearl's crew and they were ready to live again. They whooped and counted down.

The cut was made, the medallion dropped. Did it work? No one felt any different/ How were they supposed to feel? Would it gradually work? They asked each other, "Did it work?" No one had any answer.

Until Barbossa shot and there was no blood on Pintel's shirt. It didn't work. They had the wrong blood! The wrong victim! Now the only thing they felt was let down and anger.

By Hereswith
December 2, 2003

~ Untitled ~

For a moment, she thought he would kiss her.

She was young, but not so young that she had never seen that look in a man's eyes before. None would dare touch the Governor's daughter, but what they could not touch, they watched. Even Will.

Jack the pirate, followed no such rules of conduct. His hand was on her shoulder, his gaze upon her mouth and his voice, when he spoke, was much like the rum. It burned.

For a moment, she thought he would kiss her.

And for just one moment, she wanted to know how it would feel.

By Cecilia
December 3, 2003

~ Anticipation ~

The metal glowed from the heat. He must have had a crazed, demonic look by now, and while it might normally scare him, he had been driven to this.

For the whole trip back to the port, one taunting remark after another. How he was going to escape. Perhaps Jack Sparrow would keep his word and make a miraculous exit, but not now.

The thought of the agony as the letter was seared into the flesh made him giddy as he turned with that brand in his hand, and for the first time saw a real fear in the prisoner’s defiant doe-brown eyes.

By Spacepirate
December 8, 2003

~ With a Vengeance~

He could feel it.

In the periphery he saw Elizabeth leaping across the rocks and Will clambering up the hill of treasure to the cursed gold—all while he was leading Barbossa on a merry chase.

A quick slice at the hand holding the pilfered medallion, a toss over Barbossa’s head and an agile catch by Will played out the last act in Jack’s desperate plan. Pistols were drawn, breaths were held and movement stopped.

The pistol’s rapport echoed across the cave. It was done. Jack Sparrow’s opportune moment had arrived and ten years’ worth of anticipation was finally over.

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