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By This_weirdness ~ Discuss ~ “Jack... You and I need to have a discussion, Jack.” “We do?” “Aye, we do.” “I see, and were we to have a discussion, Hector, what is it we would be discussing?” “The bearings, Jack.” “Thought as much.” “Did you now?” “Aye, I did... What if I were to say I was not in a discussionary mood?” “Well, then I'd say I feel obliged to introduce you to two of me friends here.” “And who might they be?” “Persuasion, otherwise known as Master Twigg and Reason, otherwise known as Master Koehler.” “Ah...” “Still not feeling in a discussionary mood, Jack?”
By Danglingdingle ~ Resonata ~ The bellowing agony ascends, trembles through nothing, radiating into the surrounding matter, into minds, answering questions with nothing but more questions. Questions hidden, buried, gotten rid of, pretended to have been left behind, desperately feigning oblivion, for the addled myriad of answers never satisfies. Questions escaping through unfamiliar flesh corrupted by ignorance, demanding explanations. Questions asked through weakening denial, howled inside, giving soul to a heartless creature, offering emotions for which the price has already been paid for, thus should not be. The timbre of the organ peals sorrow and pain, nobly wailing out a distorted sonnet of a life.
By Tiamary ~ Mmmust Discuss ~ "We simply must discuss it," she insisted. His lips protested against her ear. She tried to rejoin but he interrupted; she heard anger in the punishing strokes of his tongue. Soft hands asked forgiveness of his back, arms and breast through barriers of linen and pride. His lips nipped denials along her jaw but his eyes betrayed him with a passionate "yes" and begged her forgiveness in turn. Her body said what words would not, that she forgave him, loved him, always would. She wrung a love confession from his bliss-wracked frame, as sweat fled his skin to kiss hers. By Cersia5 ~ Speechless ~ He was fuming mad! How could she do it?! AGAIN! There was no discussion, fumed Jack as he swaggered quickly across the deck of the Pearl towards his cabin; she just took it upon herself to, again, dispose of the rum! “I’ve got a thing or two to discuss with you, young missy,” grumbled Jack to himself as he let the cabin door fly open. He opened his mouth to verbally accost her for her actions but quickly snapped it shut. Bathed in the soft blue glow of the moonlight and dressed in a linen gown that gathered tightly around her, Elizabeth sat slowly brushing her hair with a smile on her face, and softly hummed a lullaby. Her free hand slowly circled on her pregnant abdomen. “Yes, Jack what is it?” Elizabeth asked, her smile growing broader as she turned her attention to him.
The subject he was going to discuss with her suddenly flew from his mind. By Fried Flamingo ~ Within a Forest Dark ~ The night drips, like pitch, upon their bodies. His eyes reflect the void above. There are no stars here. Fingers search her skin as though seeking a route back, but longitudes are measured from one point and her prime meridian is a moment best forgotten. When he came to her that first night, she was waiting. An explanation rehearsed, though each worn sentence clotted thick in her throat. “Jack, I…” “Don’t.” No further words were uttered then, nor any since. Lips crush, bruise, taste, but never speak. His black gaze talks in riddles, revealing nothing. There are
no stars here. By SalR323 ~ Infidelity ~ “Jack, I think we should discuss—” He stops her with his mouth, tasting of rum and pent desire as he draws her into shadow. “You thought I loved him?” He’s a wormwood-bitter mimic. “What else could I say?” “Is the truth so impossible?” “You know it is.” His eyes are dark and treacherous seas; she fears she’ll be wrecked by their storms as he traces a tempest’s path from jaw to throat to breast. “Coward,” he breathes against her skin, thieving fingers pilfering her resolve. When she kisses him, hot and wanting, she dares not call him ‘liar’. By Florencia7 ~ After the Storm ~ Drenched and cold from the frenzy of the storm they reach their cabin Invigorated by the sable fury of the ocean, the diamond-hard torrents of silver rain Still threading through their clothes, laced in their hair, lingering on their skin, Clinging to their lips pressed together, their lips brushing away the coolness of thunders, Unconstrained severity of the night sea, harsh gushes of wild, wave-tossing wind Saturating the wooden deck with dark, sea-spelled freedom. “There's a rainbow at the end of every storm, luv,” he says, gliding his hand across the rain on her cheek. She smiles thinking that the only rainbow she cares of is the black rainbow of his eyes.
By Tiamary ~ Talk Is Cheap ~ Elizabeth and Jack were at mess when Will’s name came up. “Strange he held a grudge for so long,” she observed. “What did Will say when you told him you never meant to use him as payment to Jones?”
“Nothing. Understandable, given that I never discussed it.”
“Why on earth not?”
“Please. ‘William, a word? Didn’t mean for you to take my place on the Dutchman. I was coming back for you. Really.’ Talk is cheap, love. Action’s what counts.”
“That’s why you had Will stab the heart.” Elizabeth sounded stunned.
“One reason.”
“And the others?”
“Rather not discuss it.” By Sharklady35 ~ Rivers ~ “Anywhere else, Kairi! I can’t abide rivers." “Why so, Jack?” “One of ‘em killed me Mum.” “She was drowned?” “No. Have you heard of the Thames River, in London?” “Yes.” “We lived near it when I was a lad. The stench from it were so bad, it infected her lungs an’ she died way before her time.” “Then it was not the water; it was the filth dumped into it. Surely an offense against the river, as much as those dwelling on it’s shores.” “You think so?” “Our Mukogawa River flows clear, so sickens no one.” “Good ta know, but I prefer the oceanside.” “And what feeds the ocean, if not the rivers which flow into it? Loving a thing, you can hardly despise that which keeps it alive.” “Humph. I suppose theer’s somethin’ ta that.” “Then I repeat my invitation; will you come walk beside the river with me?” “Eh. Maybe this once.” “Why do you look bewildered?” “Naught worthy to discuss. Just... I thought it were only yer elder women who were supposed ta be wise.” “Some of us get an early start.” By Tuesday_suit ~ Impatience ~ From her window she sees the black sails on the horizon. The mast grows closer; the memory burns, though they no longer speak of it. She does not wait for him to leave the ship; the cabin’s door opens eagerly in response to her knock. “Captain Swann.” The curve of his smile is the same – a bit more golden, perhaps. “Captain Sparrow.” The formality ends with the click of the lock. Golden fingers trace a line down her throat, across her collarbone, between her breasts. “We have much to discuss….” The protest, half-hearted, dies a quick death on her lips. By Geek Mama ~ Catching Flies ~ "Jack!" "No!" "You're being childish." "Am not." "You are, and--"" Jack whirled, blanched and visibly fought back the urge to swear as he put too much weight on his injured ankle, gathered himself and hissed, "Speaking of children, Mrs. Turner, having had decades more experience with such things than you, I believe I'm able to ascertain when and if I need to be leeched." Elizabeth ground her teeth at his tone. "How dare you speak to me like that!" "It's my ship! Now shoo!" He swept insolent fingers at her. "This discussion is over, savvy? Go do whatever it is Pirate Kings do to pass the time in the aftermath of an engagement. Other than nagging me like a bloody fishwife!" * For the remainder of the day their intercourse was characterized by icy civility, interspersed with a stony silence that made the entire crew uncomfortable. Elizabeth's anger warred with the realization of her tactical error, and she said nothing about Jack's stubborn refusal to rest, or about his limp, which grew more perceptible with each passing hour. Finally, long after the tropical night had closed in, when everything else was safe and settled and the Pearl was sweetly tacking east, along the full moon's path, Elizabeth found Jack sitting below, on a step in a dimly lit and otherwise deserted passage, rubbing at his outstretched limb. On noting her presence, he tucked his foot back and glared at her. She came and sat down quietly, beside him. After a long moment he spoke. "Don't think I can get me boot off." She bit her lip, and put her arms about him. To her relief, his stiffness eased and he leaned his head against hers. She said, gently, "If we have to cut it, I'll get you a new pair of boots -- best to be had." She felt him smile. "Promise?" "Promise." She kissed his cheek. "Let's go find Gibbs." By Cat ~ Discuss ~ "Jack, I don't want to discuss it." "Discuss? As in confer? Consult? Converse? Confabulate?" "No, discuss as in talk." "Ah! As in dialogue? Relate? Commune?" "Forget it. You obviously don't know the meaning of the word." "Of course I do! Discuss is to talk, and to talk is to articulate, babble, broach, chat, persuade, prate, soliloquize, speak, verbalize, voice …" "Jack, do you know what an antonym is?" "What sort of simpleton do you take me for?" "And what, pray tell, would be the antonym of discuss?" "To listen?" "Yes. So listen to me when I say I don't want to discuss it." "Discuss. As in converse? Consult? Commune…? "Oh, shut it!" "Ah! That antonym. Well spoke." By Blacklilac17 ~ All the World ~ “I’m sorry.” Will looked at her, eyes resigned. “Then we have nothing more to say to each other.” “Yes, we’ve said too much already.” But there was someone somewhere to whom she still had all the world to say. Someone with black, sinful eyes, with a golden grin overflowing with temptation, someone into whose ear she could breathe every heartache she ever had. Someone who would hold her in his arms and tell her stories of glory and adventure. Someone to whom she still had to whisper words of love by the light of the moon under sails of black. By Djarum99 ~ Tell Me Where All Past Years Are ~ Six months sharing a bed, and he has revealed her body’s magic, taught her things she cannot name. Twelve, and she challenges his craft, cajoling ready answers from rudder, sail and wind. Trust forms slow and fragile, beaten thin, tempered shining, a pain wrought blade sheathed in silence and red-gold heat. In the dark, they whisper sea-lore, tales of devils, mermaids, conquests - take each other deep and sweet, and never speak of love. Battle, a killing blow that fails by inches, and words spill like silver rain. "I love you..." "Always knew you’d say it first." "Answer me." "Yes, Jack. Yes." By Tiamary ~ Artemis and Hecate ~ One night, Elizabeth accosted Tia Dalma at the rail. "So. You seem to be getting on famously with Will." "Naturally. Diviners are drawn to the cursed and annointed." "Really, now? And which is Will?" "Both.........We appear to share the same taste in men. Will and Jack. Yes. Jack was my paramour years ago. Ah, don't be jealous. Nothing to stop you from sharing your bed with a man of your choosing." "I will. Once I'm married." Tia laughed. "You find that amusing?" "No. I find it sad." Tia glided away, leaving a glum, fuming pirate alone at the rail.
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