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| By Lorraine April 21, 2005 ~ Hair Raising ~
"Why did I ever let you talk me into this escapade Sparrow?" Jack looked pointedly at the bulging pocketbook at James' side, filled with French correspondence and plans. "Yes, but what good is it if we can't get it back to Port Royal?" Another set of legs stomped past. "Just takes a bit of disgiusin', mate. You'll have to leave that lovely coat behind. And the hat. Now give me your wig." Jack removed his headscarf and neatly spread it out on the floor as he spoke. James watched Jack as he shed the most recognizable parts of his uniform. Jack carefully spat on a handkerchief and removed the kohl from around his eyes. Then with a practiced motion, he removed his hair and neatly rolled it into the scarf with James' own wig. James stared. "That's not your real hair?" he managed to croak. "Course it's my real hair. Just no longer attached to me head. Comes in handy when a disguise is called for." He winked at James. "Now, let's get going. Misters Smith and Jones have a ship to catch."
By Geek Mama
Her hair was the hardest thing to do. Elizabeth had always taken unholy pleasure in her hair. She had her mother’s hair, according to her father, one of the only features she’d inherited from her. If only Jack were here, Elizabeth could have sailed away with him. Other captains weren’t so willing to let women on their ships. Other captains—as well as the entire Royal Navy—would be looking for the governor’s daughter. No one would look twice at John “Jack” Turner, even if he did share the name as the governor’s daughter’s fiancé, the man Elizabeth should have already wed. Instead, Elizabeth spent her wedding day preparing to run off to sea to look for said missing fiancé. Still, it had to be done. Elizabeth even managed to keep her eyes open while shearing the hair off, her hands only trembling slightly. “For Will,” she told herself resolutely.
By Erinya ~ For Her Alone ~ He’s folded his Navy jacket over the back of a chair, and shed sword-belt, pistol, and hat beside it; he stands in his shirtsleeves, frowning a little, his gaze abstracted. Elizabeth comes to him and slips her hands under the half-unbuttoned uniform shirt to run slow fingers over his skin, pausing briefly at the knotted scar on his left side where—almost a year ago, now—a privateer’s bullet barely missed his heart. At her touch her husband draws a long breath, his expression relaxing; he’s looking down at her now with that faintly foolish smile, a smile that he saves for her alone, and her own heart contracts. Without the officer’s wig, his dark hair is tousled damply like a boy’s, the unruly forelock falling over his yes as he bends to kiss her. She reaches up to brush it back off his face, smoothing the last worried creases from his brow, and he laughs softly against her mouth. She never expected she’d come to love him for these things, the parts of him no one else sees. Sometimes, like now, it’s enough to make her forget what she’s lost to the sea, to a pirate’s life.
By Treva Rodemaker ~ Concerning Hair ~ “There’s a hair in my soup.” Jack leaned over to look. “Right you are. Good luck then.” “What do you mean, ‘Good luck’?” “’S lucky to get a hair in your soup on board ship.” Will gazed at him suspiciously. “Lucky to whom?” “Well, if you finds the hair, it means you’re not
the cook. Just a moment, while I have a word with somebody about
this.” He headed for the door.
By DebH ~ Gossamer ~ Like silk. That was the feeling of those honeyed tresses as they slipped along his palm, between his fingers. Her hair was always lovely; expertly coiffed curled pinned by hands well schooled in how to dress a fine lady. But now, the way it looked now: pins removed, forgotten, lying loose around her shoulders, slightly wild, untamed, free as her very spirit ... he barely repressed a shudder at the intimacy. Slowly he lowered his face to hers. Gently, oh so very gently, he claimed her with his kiss. Something fluttered across his vision. Elegant fingers ... undulating, dirty fingers? He struggled to focus on the voice, the face. "... was sayin', 'scuse me, Lieutenant. I hate disrupting your reverie, especially as your rather vacant smile suggests it's uncommonly pleasant, but the newly betrothed Commodore requested I give you bearings to the Isla de Muerta." He quickly shaped his features into what he hoped was a normal expression while his present fantasy, along with his unattainable dream, shattered. Betrothed. Norrington was betrothed. She'd accepted. Surely this man, the best pirate he'd ever seen, could hear the shards falling to the deck, would see his fractured hopes in the splinters. "Certainly, Sparrow. What's the heading?" >^..^<
By Erinya ~ Letting Her Hair Down
~ She cushions her head on his chest, curling against him. Long, clever fingers trail up her neck into her hair, searching out the pins and depositing them in her open palm before returning to unravel her thick braid. Parting the coiled strands, combing through them until they spread and settle in waves around her shoulders, he says “Ah!” softly as he discovers a straggler, adds it to her little collection. “Lizzie?” She rouses reluctantly from a trance of sensation. “Hmm?” “You make a very pretty little lad, love. But all the same, I’m rather glad you didn’t cut your hair.”
By Jenthegypsy ~ Won't You Be A Pretty Sight ~ Oowww!” “Sit still, Master Jack! Sit still and let me work these knots out!” “You’re hurting me!” “I’ll hurt you worse if you don’t…sit…still!” “But I like the twists in it!” “Like them all you want, it won’t change nothin’. This time tomorrow you’ll look a right proper little gentleman with yer hair all cut and oiled.” “Cut my hair? NO!” “Yes! High time, too. Six years old 'n' still with a mane like a wild horse!” “When I’m grown up I shall never cut my hair! Never comb it either!” “Well, won’t you be a pretty sight then?”
By Erinrua ~ Dressed For The Occasion ~ The hat had been a moment's boyish impulse, yet Will donned it now with somberness. He checked the swords at his side; one for himself, one for Jack. Then he slung his cloak about his shoulders and opened the door with a steady hand. His footsteps smote familiar cobblestones with pleasing calmness. In all likelihood, whatever the outcome, he would not return. A wavering reflection caught his eye and he halted. His own face stared back from a shop window; firm jaw, plumed hat, eyes unblinking. Yet one thing seemed wanting. He studied himself an instant before reaching to the nape of his neck. Quick fingers tugged loose and cast away the confining thong, freeing his hair to spill on his shoulders. Once he had worn the somber queue of a blacksmith. Today he would wear the curls of a cavalier. On he walked towards Jack and the waiting gallows.
By Felaine ~ A Plague ~ I see them everywhere, like a plague of locusts. I'd long since rid the captain's cabin of Jack and his precious "effects". Kept the best myself, naturally; then dumped the remains on desk for the crew to paw through. Thought that was the last of Captain Jack Sparrow. But his thrice-damned hair is everywhere-I can't escape it. In the bed, the rugs, the furniture, the iron bands around chests. Stuck to the walls, can you credit it? The lanterns and candlesticks are festooned with it. And why didn't Jack set himself on fire when he got that clump pulled out that's hanging from the chandelier? The cabin's filthy with it; I might as well live with a monkey.
By Eledhwen ~ Hair In The Wind ~ Generally, she kept her hair tucked up under her hat. It stayed cleaner that way, less likely to become tangled in a Sparrowish fashion, or caught in lines. She had thought about having it chopped off. But she’d never actually managed to hack off more than a few strands before giving up. When it came down to it, her hair was one of the few concessions she made to her sex. Even if one day it would betray her, it was worth it for the moments when she let the long, loose locks fly out behind her in the wind.
By Nancy ~ More to a Woman ~ "Gibbs, a moment if you please" Jack indicated with a wave of his hand as he walked the deck. Reluctantly Gibbs followed, "What's on your mind, Captain?" He saw Jack glance in Anamaria's direction and knew what was coming. He'd been trusted with a task and managed to overlook an obvious detail. "With her hair up and in that hat she, ah, she fooled me Jack," Gibbs stammered. Jack gave him a sideways look and rubbed his jaw, "That was apparent. You do realize there is more to a woman than just her hair?" "Aye, especially that one in particular."
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