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Challenge: Colors
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By Kayden Eidyak ~ Black ~ It was black. Mixed in with piles upon piles of cream and shades of beige. A single pile of canvas the dusty color of smoke. "This will do," he told the merchant. ~ The sails were unfurled and they billowed in the wind. She was beautiful in black. She cut through the waters with a predatory grace, searching for her prey. All feared her. All learned to watch for sails like thunderheads - and twice as dangerous. All fled before her, and those who didn't were conquered. Beware, all were told, of the captain with his lady and her black pearls.
By Kayden Eidyak ~ Blood Red ~ Blood ran down his arm, staining his shirt crimson. "You cut me!" the young boy said, aghast, slapping a hand to the wound. "Eh, I told you me blade was sharp, Jack," the old man said with a shrug. "I said you'd better watch out." "But you didn't have to do that," Jack insisted, rolling up his sleeve to examine the damage. "You gotta learn sometime, boy." The man replied. "There'll come a time when your decks are bathed in blood and you will think back and wonder why you ever cared about something so small as what happened today." By Amber ~ Black ~ Black. The word—no, the color described him well. At least for those who didn’t know him. Black-hearted. Which he was, he would admit freely. Was. Now, though, after the experience with Will Turner and Elizabeth Swann, he wasn’t so sure that described him at all. No, now a softer side had been revealed. Now that the Pearl was free of the mutinous first mate, his soul could lighten a shade. Although his ship, his precious, loving ship, was now in the hands of his crew that had taken her and run, he was content. As Jack Sparrow faced death, the blackness in his heart vanished. By Kahva ~ Gold ~ White and brown I am used to on my chest, orange at my throat. But my neck scarf was lost; now there is another color caressing my skin. A familiar color. Gold. Strange that a medallion I had always thought to be a gift should turn out to be my doom. Instead of reminding me of my father, it will ensure I join him in death. Gold is hanging around my neck... Barbossa took great pleasure in placing it there. Gold is hammering a soft eulogy against my chest. I never dreamed the color of my death would be gold… By Geek Mama ~ Rainbow ~ "Look, Ana. A rainbow!" She looked, and her scowl faded. It was late afternoon, and had poured rain all day, until a bit ago when the clouds finally began to break as they approached their sanctuary, where they'd spend some time refitting his ship—his ship!—out of Norrington's way. He'd manned the helm himself all day, at home in the elements, though she'd nagged and berated him: Go below! Get some rest! God knew he needed it. But he'd been too long away. But now, finally, a reluctant smile touched her lips. Her voice softened. "Seems right, don't it?" By Cyber kat ~ Red ~ Red! Red, like the inside of a matador's cape. That's what she saw as she glared at Jack Sparrow. He stood before her so cocky and full of himself - his thumbs tucked in his sash, the beads in his hair jangling in the breeze. A torrent of emotions had torn her apart that day as she stood on the empty dock. Anger. Betrayal. Heartache. She had trusted him. Given him shelter when no one else would. Given him food and the comfort of her bed. Now her rage came roaring ashore like a tidal wave. She reached back, and struck the side of his face. "You stole my boat!" By Saber ~ Black ~ It’s a strange thing, the places your mind takes you in the heat of battle; even as you’re staring into the face of your own imminent death. ‘Say goodbye’ he tells me and his rancid breath makes me feel sick. Time slows down and firelight glints in between patches of dirt and blood on the axe held in one meaty fist. My own axe will bring my doom in just a few short seconds. The grappling hook digs into my shoulder as he yanks me closer…he sneers down at me…and somehow all I can I think is…‘My GOSH his teeth are black!’ By Lady Lunas ~ The Color of Freedom ~ It was a moment frozen in time, the way Jack was looking at me.
I looked back at him a moment before gazing down at myself and
tearing open my shirt. Nothing happened for a moment and I stared
at myself in a sharp sense of relief. Then the blood came pouring
out of the small hole, soaking my shirt. I looked back up at the I fell backward, apple tumbling out of my hand. All I could see was red. The color of my freedom from the curse. By Hereswith ~ Colour ~ Mary Elizabeth Swann had died, long ago, in faraway England, and never lived to see her daughter make her home on this sun-scorched island, in the midst of the ocean. Elizabeth, now, was much like her mother had been. She had her mother's hair and her mother's eyes, both the brown of the soil that has been newly tilled and plowed in the fields. She was an autumn girl, a child of the land and the earth. But she was Elizabeth, not Mary, and she was different, in one way, at least. For her heart was all of the sea. By Nikki ~ Gold ~ Gold. Gleaming in Jack's teeth when he smiled. Glittering through the water on the floor of the cave where they fought Barbossa. Shining in Elizabeth's hair when the sunlight catches it. It could tempt men to do things they wouldn't have thought possible. Or drive them mad with longing. Some call it treasure and some call it a curse. Some spend their whole lives hunting for it, while others never want for its touch. And oh, how often it's confused with love. In all of it's forms it is a powerful motivator, a fickle temptress, and doomed to fade eventually. By Eledhwen ~ Blue ~ He arrived at the lookout post a little breathless, the wind whipping through his hair. Above him, the sky, a vast canopy of blue shot through with light. A few wispy clouds floated gently. Settling into a comfortable position, he looked down. The deck
was a long way below, dark against the sea. All around, water.
Rolling hummocks of grey-blue, the By EstelWolfe ~ The
Nightmare Ends with Red ~ At first there was no color, only the flashing white of bone and the darkness of night shadows as he engaged in a deadly dance with a partner that could only have been conceived in some hellish nightmare. There was no chance of victory, a sure promise of death in the smile that showed, literally, every tooth in his opponent's skull. It was only when the glint of moonlight fell on a red-tinted blade and the ghostly dance of white bones on the canvas of night was replaced by flesh that he realized the nightmare had ended and reality reemerged. By EstelWolfe ~ What He Is ~ He rarely made any attempts to remain unnoticed in a crowd. If, by some twist of fate, a person missed the odd walk or the strange talk, there was the flash of crimson from his headscarf, white and blue and cream and the multicolored baubles tied to his hair to drag the attention. If the poor fool should prove to be colorblind, well, there was always the walk and the talk. And him? The man behind the flash? What color was it that suited that man, the man she had trusted once . . .did she truly dare to trust him again? Not black, not red, certainly not white . . . Draping the old coat around his shoulders, she smiled, her eyes lingering on the no-color fabric for a moment. "The ship is yours, Captain." The glint of gold and white as he stepped over to take command, the continued draw of his scarlet headscarf, only slightly weakened by the dousing it had taken, the faded black slip of fabric tied to his wrist as he reached hesitantly, lovingly for the wheel . . .all of that was Jack, and none of it was. She would trust him again.
By Jackfan2 ~ He Knew ~
Turned into the wind, the breeze beat rapidly at the bobbles in his hair. Certain he can’t see her, she continues her unabashed appraisal of the man who was her captain. Standing precariously perched on the rail, hands tucked into his sash, as if ship beneath him weren’t shifting rapidly in the unpredictable waters… If he’s not careful… The ship lurched hard against a breaking wave. Ana grabbed the
mizzenmast while behind her; muttered curses of other crewman
rang out. Footing was not easily Jack! She swung her gaze quickly back. Obsidian eyes met her gaze. An eyebrow quirked on his handsome fac— Handsome? Her heart flopped. With narrowed eyes, she returned his stare; he tilted his head in response. A red flush swallowed her face. Suddenly, she turned on her heel and stomped off. She didn’t see the slow gold-capped grin that followed her retreat.
By Cecilia ~ Untitled ~ He peered through the inky black night with dark brown eyes, watching carefully for the orangish glow of the lanterns that would indicate a target. Deep in his gut Jack could feel that knawing that told him something was out there; something good. He knew he was racing against the weather as the purple aura of St. Elmo's fire danced around his mast tops. He had wanted to find and strike his prize as soon as the yellow orb of the sun started to rise, when they would have the most surprise, but it looked like that was not to be. The grey mist that was starting to rise would soon be too thick to even see the tall green trees on the coasts of the nearby islands. He sighed and adjusted the red bandana atop his head, absentmindedly fiddling with the blue stoned silver ring around his right index finger. Then he saw it. The distant sparkle of light across the water. Jack raised his arm in a silent indicator to his crew, and the gleam of pearl and gold grew as the pirate smiled in his success. By Eledhwen ~ Blue ~ He arrived at the lookout post a little breathless, the wind whipping through his hair. Above him, the sky, a vast canopy of blue shot through with light. A few wispy clouds floated gently. Settling into a comfortable position, he looked down. The deck
was a long way below, dark against the sea. All around, water.
Rolling hummocks of grey-blue, the By Sylvia ~ Brown ~ Her slight frame thrummed with excitement as adrenaline pumped through her system. The bloodied cutlass in her hand seemed to weigh less than nothing, though it sat heavily in her fine boned hand. Her eyes danced with power and passion as she glanced across the blood soaked deck, to track her fiery captain. His ready grin was evident, gold gleaming in the sunlight, lighting his face with devilry. Then he turned and caught her gaze upon him his dark passion filled eyes mirroring her own. Khol lined, chocolate brown, at moments like this she could drown in his eyes forever. By Erinrua ~ Gold ~ She was the low flame that shimmered deep in a cooling forge.
She was the blaze of sunset behind a veil of Caribbean cloud.
She was golden silk that slid through the hand, leaving the memory
of her touch tingling in his fingertips. She warmed him, burned
him, drew him inexorably and with all his soul. Nor would he dream
of pulling By Jackfan2 ~ Blue ~ Powerful, angry strokes sliced through the blue water of the Caribbean. Heated streams of words intoned in rhythm with his arms. ‘Bloody Turner!’ The angry chant only served to increase his speed. “JACK!” a gurgled plea broke through his thoughts. Stopping, he twisted to look in time to see her head submerge. ‘Bloody…’ Swearing, he surged back to where she’d vanished. Moments later, two heads shattered the surface. “Honestly, Miss Swann, don’t any o’ you Brit’s know ‘ow t’ swim? “For your information, MISTER Sparrow, I DO know how to swim. It’s just, I’ve never swam this far.” “Well, unless you’re partial to becoming shark food, I’d suggest you bloody learn, bloody quick. Now, bloody MOVE.” “I can’t!” “Why, in bloody hell, not?” “I’ve,” she stammered reluctantly. “got a cramp.” “Here,” he sighed, turning his back toward her. “Wrap your arms around me.” With only a moments hesitation she grabbed hold. The island drew rapidly closer as his muscles lengthened and flexed beneath her. Two times he held her life in his hands. Two times he saved her life. Strange pirate. By Tabby ~ Silver ~ The moon shone silver on the decks. The men's bone glistened, reflecting the light that removed their own earthly reflections. Elizabeth huddled in the corner, shaking. All she could think of was the silver moonlight, revealing in an instant a plethora of childhood nightmares come alive. She had always loved the moon, but never again, not after the curse of silvered images burnt into her mind. She clenched her eyes shut and shuddered. For a few moments, the whole world had gone silver and blue, etched with black. And she would never see silver the same way again. All because of the moon. By Nikki ~ Black ~ Black. By Midnightengale ~ Blue and Maroon ~ The Black Pearl sailed swiftly with the tropical breeze, surrounded by the beautiful topaz blue of the Caribbean sea. Below deck Captain Jack Sparrow slept the morning away shut inside the grand cabin. Shirtless, his naked back faced an open window, letting the soft salty air refresh the room. His scared arm hung over the side of his mattress; a painful reminder of the price of piracy. Soft cotton breaches and a dark maroon sheet fought for control of Jack's legs. Tangling themselves even more as he rolled onto his back, exposing twin round scars upon his shoulder. By Kelsey ~ Green ~ A flash of green caught Elizabeth's eye as she walked down a bustling London street. A jewelers shop was set back from the other storefronts and Elizabeth was intrigued, as she so rarely was these days. Elizabeth strode confidently into the store and quickly found what had drawn her into the store. The emerald was a large rectangular shape surrounded by the grayish black pearls that were so familiar to a girl from the Carribean. The necklace itself was strung with similar pearls. "You have excelent taste m'lady," the shopkeeper complimented
her as he limped out from behind the counter. He removed the necklace
from it's case and admired it. "Really?" Elizabeth tried to keep the excitement out of her voice. "May I hold it?" "Oh yes, of course Miss," the rare gem was carefully placed into her hands. Elizabeth stared deep into the playful, vibrant green stone and in her mind's eye saw her island home imbedded within it. Elizabeth dropped the necklace on the counter and stormed out of the jewler's shop. She had reached the end of the road before she noticed the tears blurring her vision. For Elizabeth green, and that emerald in particular, represented not jealousy, but homesickness.
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