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Challenge: Discovery
December 10, 2003

By Kellenanne
December 10, 2003

~ Discovery, Parts I, II, & III ~

By Eledhwen
December 11, 2003

~ The Finding of the Treasure ~

By Sylvia
December 11, 2003

~ Exploration ~

Dawn spread its warm light across the bed, highlighting the golden strands laying against his chest. He had lost himself in those silken tresses, been
inflamed by the feel of them brushing against his skin. The night had been a revelation to him. He had found delight in bringing someone else pleasure. Had made intimate explorations that had opened new vistas to his questing senses. Laying here, her warm body draped across his own, he found a stillness within that he had believed foreign to his nature. And like all good explorers he swore to make further discoveries - very soon.

By EstelWolfe
December 11, 2003

~ Glint ~

The moonlight swept down in a blue-silver flood, glinting off bone. The glitter wasn't so strange, in and of itself.

The fact that the bone was gripping his throat in a stranglehold, though . . .that could be deemed strange.

"So there is a curse . . .that's int'resting."

"You know nothing of hell."

Bony fingers released their grip, the arm jerking back through the bars and into the illusion of life.

They were wrong.

He knew hell, had lived it these past ten years.

Funny old world, wasn't it, where a curse might provide the way back to paradise?

By EstelWolfe
December 11, 2003

~ Human ~

By EstelWolfe
December 11, 2003

~ Grown ~

"Remember your place, Turner."

"It's right here, between you and Jack."

Proud, strong, defiant, young Turner was now the antithesis of everything he had been at the start of this . . .fiasco, adventure, whatever you wished to call it. Then he had feared lifting his eyes, speaking his name, claiming his work, wary of trodding upon the toes of his `betters', whose benevolence he had relied upon for eight years.

Norrington liked to believe he was no fool. Only a fool would believe it had been simply Mr. Brown and his bottle that prevented Sparrow's escape, especially when the boy had been standing there, sweaty, sword still raised in defiance.

This was not merely the bright, swift burn of passion that had seen an axe plunged into a map, the burning need that had driven the young man to free Sparrow from jail and sail under his command.

No, this was calculated, a risk that was undertaken with full knowledge of the ramifications and rewards.

Sometime during the last brief days, the boy had become a man.

Heaven help him, for the courage and determination that showed in every line of his body would be no match for the hangman's noose.

By Hereswith
December 12, 2003

~ Discovery ~

Safely tucked in and curled up in bed, hot coals warming her feet. No pirate in sight. No sparrows at hand.

She had heard of him, of course. Heard and read and dreamed, of Captain Jack. Not a single life lost, at Nassau Port and yet, they said the holds
of his ship were bursting with plunder. She had tried to run away, fool that she had been, in the hope of joining his crew.

He was not the man the stories had described. Despicable, in truth, she would not take that back. No dreams, after this, would be innocent.

By EstelWolfe
December 13, 2003

~ A Double Discovery ~

By Thalia Weaver
December 14, 2003

~ Discovery ~

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