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By Erinya ~ Siren ~
He turned to find a young lady advancing upon him, holding out her hands, her eyes sparkling. "Captain, you're just in time!" She tucked her arm in his, and stood on tiptoe to say in his ear, "You must save me, James. That young Mr. Churchill keeps trying to catch my eye, and I think he means to come and speak to me. He's so dreadfully dull, and he aspires to such wit. See, here he is--quickly, ask me to dance." Faced with such a startling request, what could he do but comply? Norrington bowed over her small white glove, the polite gesture concealing a frantic search of his memory. "I don't believe I've had the pleasure of your acquaintance, Miss--" Her lovely face fell somewhat as he led her to the floor. "Do you not remember me?" "I'm truly sorry." "It's Elizabeth," she said. "Elizabeth Swann. Now, say you have not forgotten me... James." It was all he could do not to stop short, mid-turn, to stare at her. As it was, he stumbled slightly. She tilted her chestnut head as if assessing his reaction, proving herself a skillful partner by smoothly covering for his misstep. Was this truly the Governor's daughter? The befreckled, cat-curious imp who’d made that long Atlantic crossing seem twice as long as it had any right to be, six years ago? This elegant, fine-featured, milky-skinned girl was surely no relation to the impudent monkey he had constantly found himself plucking out of the rigging and returning, against her shrill protests, to her hapless gentleman father. Elizabeth Swann waltzed? But those eyes, dancing with mischief... yes, those were the same. In the time he'd been at sea, guiding his Dauntless through her maiden tour, Miss Swann had grown up. And now, his hand at her slim waist and those enchanting eyes holding his, laughing at his consternation, he knew she had gotten the best of him once again, just as she used to do so easily as a little girl. She had bewitched him, and he was well and truly lost.
By Felaine ~ Justifiable
Homicide ~ I'm goin' ta kill 'im. This is Jack's last turn at the wheel of the Black Pearl unless he stows singin' that bloody song. "It's a sea shanty, Anamaria. Enchanting little ditty, init?" It's a brat's babble that high-toned chit taught him on the island, and wouldn't we all love ta know just what he taught her in return? "Leave off, Jack; it's been six hours and 'tis not like ye even know the words." "I do, I do know the words! --
-- See?" I see, right enough. If Gibbs can parley him into keepin' the racket to four hours a day, well and good. If not, it's Davy Jones' Locker for Captain Jack Sparrow.
By Lady Lunas ~ Enchanted ~ Colours shifting The white sands lining the beaches It was a dance upon the breeze She had never been so happy There was no place else for her to be
By Honorat ~ The Road to Hell ~ By Kayden Eidyak ~ Enchanted ~ Will looked up from the horse he was shoeing and saw her. Curls painted gold from the Caribbean sun, fair skin shaded by a hat but still flushed from the heat. Skirts that danced and swirled with every step. He dropped the horse's foot and leaned against the animal in awe of the creature that walked before him, unaware of his gaze. He couldn't have her, he knew that. But…he could still watch…and dream. She glanced his way and caught him staring. She smiled at him. Will felt his heart flutter at her enchanting beauty. "Wow," he breathed.
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