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By Ophelia ~ A Powerful Thing ~ A request, not a condition. That was what she had said and it made James' heartleap with joy to hear it for all it meant sailing into danger. He would have sailed to the ends of the very earth for her if he believed she was waiting for him when he got there. He had to believe. He had to believe that she cared for him and that she would continue to do so no matter the outcome of this mission. He had to believe her because what else was there for him. Elizabeth was everything to him and it made him weep to think that she would lie to him over such a promise. But she had not lied, he had to believe that. He had to believe.
By Honorat Selonnet ~ Foiled Again ~ “I don’t believe this!” Lieutenant Gillette exclaimed more in exasperation than surprise. “He’s done it again!” Commodore Norrington didn’t have to ask what he meant. The luff in the Dauntless’s sails told the story. Somewhere on this ship, Norrington thought, disgruntled, Lieutenant Groves was laughing. Groves was unquestionably loyal—always throwing himself into the traditional Sparrow-hunt with skillful enthusiasm. But he displayed a regrettable lack of chagrin when that infamous pirate thumbed his nose at the British Navy yet again. The Black Pearl had been harassing merchant shipping and leading the Navy on a merry chase all over the Caribbean for more than six months since having that day’s head start. Somehow the notorious Jack Sparrow, when he could be found at all, always managed to maneuver Norrington’s ships into untenable positions for pursuit—into unexpected opposing currents or unfavourable shifts in the wind or, as now, into dead lulls. Far off their port beam, the Black Pearl curveted gracefully away from the Dauntless, kicking up her heels with a saucy flirt of charcoal sails. If he didn’t know better, Norrington thought, he would swear that Jack Sparrow carried the wind in his fists.
By Honorat Selonnet ~ The Last Act ~ The moment he had never really believed would come had arrived. As the rough hemp chafed his neck, Jack turned his head and met Elizabeth’s wide dark eyes across the eager crowd. She had come, as she had promised. Always a woman of her word, Miss Swann. Her face was pale, but she did not look away. So good, not to be alone. He turned back to face out over the battlements to the sea that owned his soul. Time to play out on this wooden stage the final scene of the last act of the legend of Captain Jack Sparrow.
By Felaine ~ Logic
~ There are those who don't believe, o' course. More fools they; I've seen the proof, time and again. Unnatural, pirate fog brings the banshee (a female, note ye that), which proves me point about the perils of women at sea. Sweet lasses like Miss Elizabeth, wildcats like Anamaria; get them together and down the bonny Interceptor goes, straight to Davy Jones. Now we have that thrice-dammed cat aboard. Course all the rodents are gone. They jumped ship, as any sensible creature would. Don't ye know what they say about rats and sinking ships? Just a matter of time, mark my words. ~.~
By Geek Mama ~ Tall
Tales? ~
Laughter and murmurs of approval rewarded the finale of another outlandish story, though it was apparent Gibbs was quite serious about its veracity. “He really seems to believe all that nonsense he spouts!” Will exclaimed, chuckling. “’Course he does,” Jack drawled, his eyes aglow with rum. He picked up the bottle. “Here, have another.” “No, thanks.” Will set his hand over his empty mug, but too late, resulting in a cold, wet spill. “Oh, sorry. Criminal waste. Could take care of that for you.” Jack licked his lips and grinned goldly. Will rolled his eyes. “You’re incorrigible.” “Of course, darlin’. That’s why you like me.” Jack’s leer changed to a pout as Will picked up a raggedy napkin and blotted at his wet hand. The pirate said, with tipsy belligerence, “Anyway, why shouldn’t mermaids be true? Gibbs ain’t a liar.” Will raised a brow. “Jack! A mermaid? How can you believe such stuff?” Jack shook his head. “How can you be so bloody thick? Where’ve you been? You forgettin’ the cursed undead skeletal pirates, mate?” Will stared, and then frowned. Jack nodded sagely. “Oh,” said Will, finally. “Oh!” Jack mocked. “So, what’s not to believe, eh?” Memory and possibility gave assurance a swift kick. “I… believe…” “Aye?” Jack prompted. Will shook his head, and then reached for the bottle. “I believe… I’ll have another drink.”
By Jenthegypsy ~ Believe ~ “Uncle Jim?” James looked up from his journal, a half-smile on his lips at the sight of the boy clutching his own well-worn volume. Setting pen aside, he waited. “Would you have a listen? I’m rather excited about this one.” “Are you now? We’d best get right to it, then. Please proceed.” The boy began to recount a most fantastic tale involving a peculiar Pirate Captain, a phantom ship whose crew became skeletons by moonlight, a cursed treasure, a prickly Commodore of the Royal Navy and a monkey named Jack. Having spun the tale, he looked up at James with anticipation and more than a hint of dread. “It sounded better in my head, I’m afraid.” “Nonsense! It is a fine tale, well told. They’ll talk of it long after you and I are but a distant memory. “You must believe me, Peter. “Just Believe!”
By Erinya ~ A Man Like That ~ "I don't believe it." She stared down at the small waves lapping against the empty pier. Closed her eyes briefly, shook herself. Opened them, and looked again; but the pier was still empty. Her fists clenched, convulsively, by her sides. A leather-faced old fisherman casting his line nearby abandoned a tuneless whistle to look round at her vicious stream of invective, then looked hastily away. "You bloody little fool. Oughta know better than to trust a man like that...." But what female wouldn't believe such a man, with that silver tongue and that golden smile and those dark, bewitching eyes? You couldn't help but want the lies, even as you recognized the truth, the danger there. The Jolly Mon had taken to him, that was plain to see; taken him clear out of Tortuga harbor towards destinations unknown, and the little skiff wasn't the most biddable of ladies by a long stretch. You had to know the trick to her, gentle her just right, or she'd leave you adrift if not in the drink, likely enough. "I'll put those thrice-damned eyes right out for you, Jack Sparrow," Anamaria growled. "As the sea is my witness. You see if I don't..."
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