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Challenge: Caribbean Nights
October 22, 2003

By Eledhwen
October23, 2003

~ Caribbean Nights ~

He is asleep now, or maybe unconscious, the empty bottle cast aside. For a while she sits and watches him, the strange dark-rimmed eyelids and outlandish clothes. The fire burns still, sending an orange glow up into the night sky. It is cool but not cold; the stars above her are clear in the indigo heavens.

She leans back, propping her elbows on the sandy beach, listening to the sound of the Caribbean night.The rustle of the wind in the trees, the crackle of the fire, the lap of the waves – and the gentle snoring of a drunken pirate.

By Kayden Eidyak
October 23 2003

~ Caribbean Night ~

The breezes whisper, the palms sway. Coconuts knock and bananas swing, playing their tune in time to the wind, while waves lap at the white sandy beaches. Clouds drift lazily across the moon. The whales breach, the dolphins leap. Each hoping to catch the silvery orb that dangles so temptingly close to the sea. Stars dance their nightly charade: a sideshow to entertain while waiting for the return of the sun. Ships sail silently through the waters, counting the footsteps of their night watch's feet in anticipation of the coming dawn. So this is the way of a Caribbean Night.

By Thalia Weaver
October 29, 2003

~ Caribbean Nights ~

Day in the Caribbean dawns in a mist-shot burst of red-and-pink-veined cloud. Jack Sparrow stands on a grey-sanded beach, watching the sky with a hungry look in his eyes. She is still in the dock, his love, his only. He rocks back and forth, half-consciously, as if rocked by waves, and tastes the salt in the air. His eyes cleam. Only a few more hours until he sees her again.

The hours turn, too slowly. At last, the stars have lit their lanterns, and the quiet sea glows with moonlight and phosphorescence. Jack touches her,
reverentially at first, and then feverishly: he climbs her and makes sure that every part of her is still his own. It has been too long a parting...

She is still his own-- his Pearl. He runs his hand over her wheel and grins into the Caribbean night.

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