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a Challenge:
Jack
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By Teresa Coffman ~ When the Rum is Gone~ The rum was all he had left. A parting gift from the rum runners who had saved his life. Jack had never met a bottle of rum he didn't like, and these bottles - he drank deeply - these bottles were now his dearest friends. His only friends. The Pearl was gone, gone, leaving him trapped in Nassau Port on unyielding land. Drink up, me 'earties! When these friends were gone he would have only his delayed death sentence. A slow death of the spirit. The rum was all he had left. The rum, and a pistol . . .
By Sylvia ~ Hurt
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He was asleep before his head hit her pillow; undressing had taking the last of his strength. As he lay, naked and vulnerable, she bathed his wounds with care and wondered how and why, and knowing that in all likelihood he would never tell her. There would be new scars now to add to the old, on his body and in her heart, but she would mention neither. By Arwen Lune ~ Ground ~ Unnatural, it was an unnatural thing, he always thought. It felt wrong from the moment he opened his eyes in the morning until he closed them again at night. His legs wobbled sometimes, overbalancing for movements that were not there. His arms swung wide, countering the waves under his feet that only he could feel. Let them look. Let them guffaw. Let them think he was crazy. Crazy Jack Sparrow. Once back on his home, his Pearl, his world would be right again, and the ground under his feet would move with the rocking and tilting that was only natural. By Hereswith ~ Retribution ~ So close, he was close enough to touch it, at last. Years of waiting that came to an end, on this island of death. The moment seemed to stretch out, distort beyond reason and hope of repair, he could not see past it. This was all that there was, and the future: an uncharted sea. He cocked the pistol, he never doubted his aim would be true. He knew where the whelp was, and the sweet bonnie rum burning lass, but he didn't look at either one of them, now. Just you and me, mate. And he fired the shot. By Geek Mama ~ The Morning After ~ The Morning After Sun. Warm. Light seeping through eyelids. Morning, then. Sea and island scents. And smoke. Ah. Last night. The fire. And the rum. Lots of it. Too much. And no food. There'd been dancing. And singing. Good song, that! Full of surprises, was Miss Swann. The drink spoiled his plan in that direction, of course. But it was a new day. Even if she was Will's girl. They were bloody marooned, weren't they? And he was Captain Jack Sparrow! But…what the devil? That smell! It wasn't just smoke. It was…rum! Burning! His eyes popped open. Bleedin' hell! SHE'S BURNIN' THE RUM! By Eledhwen ~ Cold ~ So this is revenge. Ten long, bloody years I spent tracking this man, hunting him - hunting my own ship - filled always with this red-hot rage, lust for his sorry life. I wanted the bastard dead. I was burning, all those years. And now, now in the darkness of this cave, it is over. He falls. "I feel ... cold," he murmurs, as the light goes out behind his eyes. The odd thing is, so do I. I expected to feel joy at this moment, when he was dead and the Pearl was mine again. But I don't. I feel cold too. By Thalia Weaver ~ Cells ~ Held in the fastness of the prison and the night, he is free to let his mind wander beyond their confines, back into the past--when his legs were never as unsteady as they are now, but confident as the wood deck of his Pearl, his one love. Memory wanders, ebbing and flowing as he lies behind bars-- a
starlit-watered night, decked and watching lonely hours at the
wheel. There was a man there-- Freedom will come for him in time-- or if not, he will see the day again as the noose slips around his throat. Not so for Bill, lost in the dark, without ever a goodbye for his captain. By Angie ~ Apparently There's a Leak ~ At fist, the only thing that had aggrieved him was Anamaria's
sure to follow wrath. Now it seemed, he had bigger things to worry
about. Glancing down at the rising waters, he wondered if perhaps
he ought to have spent a little more of his charms on Lady Luck,
as it seemed she was feeling a little neglected at the moment.
He By Cyber Kat ~ Whatever Is Necessary ~ Jack considered Elizabeth's statement, "You didn't tell them about the curse." And neither did you, he thought. That surprised him, a rare occurrence, indeed. Perhaps a reassessment of Elizabeth Swan was in order. As he did that, she rose a few notches in his estimation from an annoying strumpet who'd burned all the rum to someone worthy of his admiration. It seemed she was a woman who would do whatever was necessary to achieve her end. He told her so. When she responded, "But I don't entirely trust you," he smiled. Seems they had more in common than he'd thought. By Kayden Eidyak ~ Time ~ He was old. Too old. It was time. He hated it more than anything, but it was time. Time. It had taken its toll. His hair now grey and too thin to hold the heavier items it had once carried. Fingers too gnarled and painful from countless nights in the pouring, frigid rain. His sight had dimmed and could scarcely see his compass, and his ears, well they were not what they had once been either. Though his cocky grin was the same. For over seventy years he had toiled upon this beautiful ship, and now it was definitely time.
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