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a Challenge:
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By Eledhwen ~ Blood and Gold ~ Blood, crimson, glistening. The blood of men fighting for their ships, fighting for their goods, fighting for their livelihoods – fighting for their lives. Gold, cold and entrancing. Yellow coins, heavy as they drop in pockets. Shiny trinkets, without use but full of value. Men give gold to save their blood, and blood to save their gold. It never fails to amaze him, as his blade reddens and his treasure chests grow heavy, that they will fight so for a few coins, a serpentine necklace. But this greed feeds his profession, for where would a pirate be without blood or gold?
By Spacepirate ~ Betrayal ~ Bootstrap Bill Turner marched up to their new, self-appointed captain standing on the quarterdeck and king of all he surveyed. “You can’t mean to do this, Barbossa. Why? Just for a larger share?” “Aye, for that and for this ship. ‘Tis mine now and you’ll not interfere.” “But it goes against the Code!” Bill motioned toward the man standing at the edge of the plank, being jeered at by his former crew. “And Jack looked upon you as a friend.” Barbossa shrugged, unaffected by the sentiment. “There are no friends in the Sweet Trade, Mr. Turner, only blood and gold.”
By Erinrua ~ Blood and Gold ~ I have sailed where most men dream. I have seized ships off the coast of African and looted galleons off the shores of Spain. I have poured the riches of great lords into the hands of barefoot pirates and drank rum from a silver chalice. I have seen lizards that swim and birds that can't fly and fire in the rigging that burns cold blue. I have heard the sea moan under an armor of ice and navigated where the stars are strange. But one thing I never forget, mate … all this is paid for in blood and gold.
By Sylvia ~ Blood and Gold ~ Gold glinted seductively all around him. Torch light catching on every shiny surface, calling to his dishonest soul. Pearls slid through his fingers, a crown perched at a racy angle on his head. King of all he surveyed, he let the love of treasure fill his weasely pirate heart. Soft voices in the distance distracted his attention for a moment. Ah, young love, nothing quite like it. It pulled at him, reminding him of earlier years, before he went a'roving. But even with his back to it, nothing pulled quite so hard as
the box filled with blood and gold.
By Cecilia ~ Untitled ~ The crashing of metal on metal as goblets and bracelets were tossed around drew his attention but for a moment, but a moment was all it took for him to realize he erred. He watched the golden highlights in her hair as she stormed away. He felt the aching throb in his hand, the pain reminding him of the sacrifices he had made. It only struck him harder when he saw the look on Jack's face as they rowed back for the Dauntless, the Pearl gone. Both gave blood to the gold, and now both had lost their dearest treasures.
By Awrily ~ Blood and Gold ~ Gold filigree laid into the handle The order had been vague. Governor Swann had specified only that it should be the finest sword ever seen in Port Royal. Will did not doubt that he could fulfil the request. Working with gold reminded him of the gift his father had sent him long ago, the medallion lost the day he met Elizabeth. A fair exchange, he thought; gold for a jewel. Elizabeth. Will's hand slipped; he cursed as blood flowed. Norrington would take possession of her just as he would own the fruits of Will's handiwork. Blood dripped and soured the gold.
By Hereswith ~ Untitled ~ Hell had not spat him out, but there was blood on his hands that he could not wash away. Not with salt water, not with fresh water. Not with gold. Blood was funny like that. He never saw it, but he felt it, sometimes, when the nights were long and the rum and the Pearl could not keep him afloat. A weakness, Barbossa had said. Not fit to be Captain. Not fit to be a pirate, at all. The gold is the gold and dead men are easy to plunder. Easy to plunder, perhaps, but not so easy to forget.
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