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By Klp_8 ~ Blue Wall ~ Blue wall,
Little though we see, much we seem to know Riddled in the blue,
Wicker bare box,
By Veronica_rich ~ Birdwatcher ~ Turner’s eyes opened as salt water swirled over them; oddly, he could see clear as a well-cast bell. Against the gray sky was an askew square of sail, ropes gathered to two figures. He’d heard Swann’s protests to Sparrow’s insistence they leave, even as he was being anchored to the sea, over the rush of waves replacing the tympani of his own heartbeat. He could stay Below, relinquishing all he’d loved, become the ghost of Calypso’s Will. Or he could remember Beckett and the awful ships, and defy the downward current. Turner knew which would keep his two birds flying.
By Sharklady35 ~ Flight ~ "Ha, ha, ha, ha! Lookie here, boys! A lost bird! A lost bird that never learned ta fly!" A familiar sword rang. Jack stepped back, glad that the first thing he'd done upon emerging topside was check the set of the sails. He grinned reflexively. "To my great regret! But..." He darted between the encroaching hulks, grasped the vital line. "Never too late to learn, eh?" Jack swung the precious chest against taut rope- the menacing crew fell away and he was ascending fast, into a forest of dark rigging and green, wet, welcoming wind. Soaring. For an instant, he could believe his words were no jest. By Cat ~ Winged Lady ~ He fell in love the moment he saw her. Before knowing
her name, her soul became one with his. Though her own wings were
fettered, her outstretched hand offered freedom to the small bird,
wings spread in endless flight. By Cersia5 ~ Haven ~ Captain Jack Sparrow tightened his hold on his Jar of Dirt as he strutted proudly across the deck of the Pearl. It wouldn’t be Elizabeth Swann’s quick wit or the whelp’s mechanical knowledge nor that bloody man Norrington’s commanding voice getting them out of this scrape, thought Jack rubbing the smooth glass vessel while a knowing smirk raced across his face. Mr. Gibbs was following him prattling on about this or that. He could imagine himself flying across the water in the Pearl forever, in charge of his own fate thanks to his new best friend, the jar of dirt. By Fried_flamingo ~ Icarus, Fallen ~ He’s tied together by string and wax, fragile bindings that let him soar for just a moment. The warmth of her sun summons him, gilds him in glory. A good man. Soft breath bears him aloft, stirring each oiled feather. Let me comfort you, she whispers, let me bathe you in molten gold. He spirals upwards, yearning for azure, heedless of warnings given. Suddenly wax melts, string singes and frays. Tallow’s heat blisters his skin and wings crack, flapping in vain. The ocean’s salt balm welcomes him, legs kicking, and as he drowns he wonders, did anyone hear the splash? By Sequence_fairy ~ Makeshift Wings ~ She stands at the edge of the cliff each day, her eyes searching the horizon, as always, watching, waiting, wishing. Surreptitiously, I watch her, struggling against the bars of the cage that holds her down, fettered and bound. She is weighted by a promise, and thus by her own words, chained to this earth. I can see the desire in her eyes, to fly, climb like Icarus towards the sky. I can see the final fall to the watery deep that she craves like a lover’s hands.
By Geek Mama ~ Rite of Passage ~
"He's nearly five, and it'll be safer than havin' 'im in shortcoats on the ship. You told him he could start learnin' his trade next time he came with us." Elizabeth pursed her lips, but there was a smile in her eyes at the sight of her little son, so proud in his new clothing. "Please, Mama?" Jamie begged, bouncing a bit. Irresistible. She looked at Jack again. "He has you twisted 'round his grubby finger." Jack grinned. "You should know, eh?" He took Jamie's hand in his. "Come on, lad. We'll go show Captain Teague and the rest." Jamie said, "Aye! But…" He pulled at Jack's sleeve, and Jack bent to catch Jamie's whisper. Jack chuckled and straightened. "First things first, then. I'll show you this time, but if you're old enough for breeches, you're old enough to work the buttons on 'em, savvy?" By Florencia7 ~ At Sea ~ “Just sails?” he raised his eyebrows, aghast, and quickly locked her in his arms, brashly pressing her hands to the helm. “She walks,” he whispered into her ear, “and runs,” his fingers laced with hers, closing around the wooden spokes. “She flees and staggers,” his voice ghosted across her skin like the wind that was whispering around them, “gallops and saunters,” his lips descended onto her neck with a glimmering smile, “flies and falls,” his hands left hers, left the helm, wrapped around her waist. “Other ships sail, but the Pearl...” he leaned his cheek against hers; she smiled, “lives.” By Tuesday_suit ~ Invitation ~ The tavern was dark and noisy, but Elizabeth found welcome solitude within, staring into her rum as if she could read her future in its amber depths. Finding nothing of value, she drained the cup and threw a few coins on the bar.She reached the docks at sunset, hopeful eyes searching for black sails. “I’ve lost her again.” He stepped out of the shadows, skin glowing bronze in the dusky light. “What concern is that of mine?” Her smile appeared, unbidden. “Need to find her, don’t I?” He held out a hand, an invitation. “Heard you’ve a ship so fast, she can nearly fly.” By Hereswith ~ Banishing Shadows ~ She touches his arm, the bird painted into his skin, remembering the first time she saw it with her own eyes, that day on the docks. A lifetime since, or it might as well be, as distant as it seems. When she starts to rise, he stirs, the sparrow winging its flight as the hand does, his fingers curling around her wrist, too tight, and she pauses, held there, meeting that dark gaze without flinching. He eases his grip, it doesn’t turn to a caress, but she knows it might, and though he doesn’t ask her to stay, he says, “Lizzie.” She should leave, the protests run through her head, but never reach her lips, and the coming night, spent alone, stretches long and shadowed in her imagination. Settling again on the bed, she takes his hand and guides it to her hip, down her thigh, and answers him, “Yes.” By Sequence_fairy ~ Day Dreams ~ The wind snapped the sails taut, the sound echoing in young Jack’s ears, as he hung in the rigging. The HMS Gauntlet cut through the water; her hull ploughing through the rollers in the bay, leaving the cold air of England behind for the warmth of the Caribbean. Up here, away from the deck and his chores, Jack could safely pretend he was flying, soaring above the sea. His eyes closed, he didn’t hear another sailor approach. A sharp cuff around the ear brought him back to awareness, and he started, nearly falling. The sailor guffawed, then growled out Jack’s set of chores for the day, rounding out the list with his most hated chore, swabbing. Jack sighed heavily, and left his imaginings for another day. By SalR323 ~ Freefall ~ Hidden in dawn shadows, she watches as his coat and boots hit the deck, shirt and belt following until he stands brazen before the sun. With a dancer’s lean grace he makes his way along the bowsprit until, near the tip, he stops and finds his balance. Arms held wide to the breeze, a figurehead in bronze, he draws breath and waits... Elizabeth finds she cannot breathe. When he dives, it’s with spread wings and arched back, then, folding sleek as a gull, he cuts the Caribbean blue in silence. Tethered by another’s destiny, Elizabeth yearns to fly as free. By Cymbeline ~ Spirit's Flight ~ Elizabeth’s hand slid from young William’s shoulder.
With the promise of Will’s touch, suddenly she felt 10 years
younger, skirt in hand, running for all she was worth down to
the beach. However, spirit was not enough to keep her feet about
her, stumbling over a root in her path she fell in an ungainly
pile of dust and fabric, knocking the breath out of herself.
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