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By Kayden Eidyak ~ Faith in Who?~ He vaguely remembered. As though it was part of some past life. He'd been through enough to cover three lifetimes. Wasn't surprising he couldn't remember much. Though, he remembered the long, boring hours he sat while listening to someone drone on and on about someone they were to have faith in. The church had drawn his attention for some reason and he stood and stared at the cross that sat atop the small building. Faith in God. That was it. He smirked and walked away. He'd keep his faith reserved for those he knew and saw, thank you very much.
By Lady Lunas ~ Faith ~ Captain Jack Sparrow stepped off the ship. Time to move on... the Empress had done well by him, but he still wanted his Pearl back. He fingered the pistol in his belt and sighed. He needed a drink... and maybe some feminine company. Jack entered the Faithful Bride without much thought and his eyes caught sight of a new barmaid. Her light brown eyes caught his and she smiled. The woman walked over, waist length red hair swinging as she walked. Jack grinned. This might be a good night after all. She smiled back at him. "I'm Faith." By AhiFlame ~ Now? ~ Jack was kneeling down beside a small crate, a long strand of twine in one hand and the other pressing the lid of the crate down. He didn’t notice when Ana-Maria stepped up behind him. “Jack…what’re you doin’?” “What’s it look like ‘m doin’?” Jack asked, not looking up from his work of attempting to tie one end of the twine into a loop. He had a hard time as whatever was contained in the crate bounced about and scratched at its confines. “S’hard t’ tell, but from the sound of it, ye’re
stranglin’ a chicken.” Ana-Maria replied, not really
intending for the statement to be Jack grinned to himself at her comment, but his head was turned in such a way that she couldn’t see it. “You’ll see soon ‘nough, luv.” Ana-Maria sighed in vexation and crossed her arms over her chest in a huff. A few minutes later, Jack managed to open the crate a smidge and toss the looped twine around- whatever inhabited the wooden container. After completing this feat, he turned to face Ana-Maria with a mischievous grin on his face, expertly placing the possibly-strangled chicken behind him and out of sight. “What?” Jack pulled the object from behind his back, managing to keep Ana’s attention on his gaze—not his actions. Once the creature was settled on the ground in front of him, he broke the eye contact and glanced down. Ana followed his gaze and gasped at the clumsy black and white spotted puppy trying to chew its way through the twine acting as both a collar and a leash. Her gaze darted back up to Jack’s grinning face. “Have ‘ny faith in me now?” Jack asked, not even trying to hide the various emotions on his face. ***** ~ Mutiny ~ Jack looked over his shoulder, scanning the hard faces of his crew. Correction. The faces of the crew that had been his, but had mutinied. Now they were taking everything. His title, his ship, his life. His gaze stopped and lightened ever so slightly when it came to Bootstrap. Not a moment later though, his mind reminded him what had happened the night before… While the crew had created a circle around him, cutlasses and pistols drawn, Bootstrap had stood back from the group, watching the events with no emotion showing in his expression. The crew had played ‘pass the ex-captain and cut him up good’ while Jack’s only remaining ‘friend’—the only one he had any faith left in—had watched silently, not even looking like he disapproved of the crew’s actions. No matter, another part of his mind argued, he’s done what’sright by him. ***** ~ Something More? ~ Faith. That is a rare commodity when referring to Jack Sparrow. The man has been betrayed so many times in his life, it’s a wonder that he even relates with people at all. One must assume that he only deals with other humans out of necessity; after all, it takes more than one man to run a ship. But still, I can only assume that there’s something more to the man. Even though he’s been mutinied and plotted against, he still finds someway to ensure there’s at least some sense of faith he puts in his crew… Daft fool. ***** ~ Unspoken ~ It was unspoken. Even though the man was not one to be trusted, Will had this feeling that the pirate wasn’t the kind of backstabber he had mad him out to be. True, the man was bordering on the edge of insanity, (or had already crossed into it,) but as far as bloodthirsty robbers went, he wasn’t half bad. Neither was he half good. The man seemed to vacillate between the two, never finding root in either. But oddly enough, Will trusted Jack with more than he would ever admit. Ironically, Will had faith in this half-mad man.
By Teresa C. ~ Faith ~ "Or you could just surrender," Jack replied,
renewing his attack. Freed from the fear of imminent death, he
would have found the An explosion, then the boy scrambled to the chest. The bloody coin flew, carrying Jack's prayer. Barbossa paused and aimed; Jack drew and shot. "He didn't waste it." God bless the boy! By Thalia Weaver ~ Faith ~ There are those that cast their faith in with the cross; but he has seen too many men hanged to have much faith in the dead. And there are those who draw strength from half-moon circles, from sickles, from spirits. But he does not take courage from things scratched in sand, easily wiped away; nor from words on scrolls, quick to wash or tear. He has thrown in with the wind, and bears its mark: a beat-winged bird, engraved on his forearm. Jack Sparrow has faith in the wind: it fills his sails, and carries him to the far horizon. By Hereswith ~ Faith ~ She was a penny short, and she was standing just outside the baker's shop, hovering like some wayward ghost, inhaling the scent of newly baked bread. "Don't worry, pet," her mother had said. "Believe me, it will be better." But it had been a week, now, with her father so ill he couldn't work, and they had no more money to spare. And she did not believe. She noted him, at once. He didn't look like a man of God, and she had seen enough of them to know. His gait was wrong, and his smile. He stopped, right in front of her, and he frowned, almost as if he was angry. "Hungry, eh?" She nodded, preparing to bolt, should the need arise. "Well," he said, "we can't have that, now, can we?" With an odd little flourish, he lifted his hand, then reached behind her ear and pulled out a coin. Not a penny. It was pure gold, like his teeth. Her mouth rounded, as did the corners of her eyes. He grinned, quick and sudden, like a flash of light across a blue-black sky. "There, that should do it." And he made a half bow, holding out the coin to her as if she was a grand lady, and he, not a cleric at all. She took the coin he offered her, heart hammering against her ribs. There was a sudden sound, of heavy feet running and of shouting, and he tensed, but that brilliant grin did not fade. "Time to go," he said. "Sorry, love." He touched a finger to her nose, the way her father sometimes did, and he was gone, before she could speak. She stared after him, clutching the coin as if she was drowning,
and it might keep her afloat. And she believed.
By Gamine ~ Faith ~ "Ye be awful quiet for a maid facing death, Miss Turner. Fearless, are ye now?" Barbossa chuckled dryly, mockingly. Elizabeth spared the pirate captain a withering glance, silent.
He could never understand the strength she had found in herself
last Shocking, it was; hidden deep, but more real than any of this.
Elizabeth closed her eyes and recalled her saving grace: she loved By Otherhawk ~ Waiting ~ He was standing in the moonlight, keeping out of the shadows. In the beginning it had been a test, a way to prove to himself and his men that he was not afraid of his cursed form. Now it was simply a habit. Ragetti had asked him why they were bothering anymore. Ragetti. The daftest man aboard. The daftest man he'd ever met, well, with one exception perhaps. But even Ragetti could see that looking for one gold coin and one child out of the whole world was a hopeless task. Especially as there'd been no word or sign of either in over six years. There was no real reason for them to continue their search – except that he would not accept this fate. He had always believed that the only thing a man could rely upon
was himself. He had always believed that his wits, his will and
a fair By Eledhwen ~ Faith ~ “To be a good leader,” someone had once told James Norrington, “you need faith in your men. And you need faith in yourself, and in your decisions. You must be utterly sure that what you do is right.” Norrington had followed that advice and followed his own strict principles throughout his career – he was ever his own harshest critic. Yet as he stood now overlooking the crowd and the gallows, listening to the charges, he found himself faltering. He raised his chin, and looked at the pirate. He had to keep
his faith, for without it, where would he be? By Tabby ~ A New Faith ~ Will paced the hallway, wringing his hands. He ignored his father-in-law's
soft chuckle. Ridiculous or not, he felt compelled to move The girl smiled. "It's all right now. You can come in." "Really?" Will asked. The maid laughed and gestured at the door. He rushed past her. Elizabeth smiled wearily. "Hello, Will. Did you pace a hole in the floor?" "Very nearly." He stepped forward cautiously. Elizabeth's eyes sparkled. "I thought we'd call her Faith." ***** ~ Faith ~ Elizabeth stared down at the mass of gold, fighting back tremors.
A hundred death-heads stared back at her, mocking her fear with Barbossa snatched up the knife and held it aloft. Elizabeth's breath caught. There was no knowing what he would do, but her throat felt exposed. He plucked the medallion from her neck and pressed it into her hand. "By blood begun…" Elizabeth looked up, searching the faces for a savior. She saw
none but enemies, all a living imitation of the laughing skulls
beneath In the end, it was a matter of faith. By Estelwolfe ~ Faith Lost ~ At first she had fought the new hands upon her, the man who had sent her love to what for most would be an untimely death. She knew better. Not even if all the hordes of hell stood betweenhim and her would he abandon her to this fate. He would come back to her. Then the hands were no longer hands, the man no longer a man. Blood stained her again and again, blood that not all the tears of heaven and earth could wash away. Sails once proud and full became tattered and torn. Hope dwindled. Faith died.
~ Faith Renewed ~ "We're both daft. He won't be able to get out." Gibbs shrugged. "You agreed we should come." "I know. I'm just sayin' . . ." "We've just got t' have a bit o' faith, is all." Faith? In what? Finally the sheer cliff face on which the fort stood came into view, and the ship beneath her feet seemed to strain forward as if knowing what they had come to find. A small figure made a less-than-graceful descent from the top
of the cliff. Ana-Maria held her breath, waiting until a dark
head broke Faith in Jack. *****
"You like pain? Try wearing a corset!" Will blinked once, assuring himself that his eyes weren't deceiving him. Jack's aid had been an unexpected boon. He had thought he knew what the pirate was getting at, what he was going to try to do, but with Jack . . . He hadn't been certain. He had wanted, hoped, wished, tried to
believe, but the blind faith he felt with Elizabeth's back to
his had "Will?" "Elizabeth." She shouldn't have been there. But Lord it felt good to be fighting with his faith, his only religion, next to him. By Ecri ~ Faith ~ Many people wore religious talismans thinking such things symbolized faith. Faith wasn't something she'd seriously considered. It was enough to live, be, love. Memory showed her a moment when she'd found her love amidst the detritus of a sinking ship and, thinking him a pirate, took his medallion. It became her talisman. She'd hung her hopes upon it. Hope that he wasn't a pirate—that she'd see him again. Hope became faith. She knew he wasn't a pirate. She knew she'd see him again. She knew they'd love each other. Faith, hope, and love…and the greatest of these is love. By Biz ~ Faith ~ How can we ever find her, Will thought, as he looked at the dirty weathered pirate who was guiding the ship to Tortuga. As important to him as Elizabeth was, he couldn't believe he was putting his faith into a pirate that he'd only just met; one who had obviously agreed to go on this mission because he apparently had ulterior motives. Will paced the length of the Interceptor as he pondered how he got into this situation. He had to put his faith in Captain Jack Sparrow, because if he didn't Elizabeth was as good as dead. And that was just not an option.
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