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~ Down Cast ~ For once his unquenchable optimism failed. He had lifted the curse and gained his revenge, but the Pearl evaded him once again on the wings of mutiny. The crew had done what's right by them - and that was true. They kept to the code. He couldn't expect more than that. Still felt like mutiny. The lass and the lad gazed at him with pity, and brought him to the law. Hands bound, crimes aired, the rope around his neck. The Captain grimaced. In a moment it would be over. In a moment he would be cast down. By Rhoda ~ The Medallion ~ "On your feet!" Commodore Norrington's voice was cold and stern, his expression grim. The sea-drenched pirate before him rose slowly, his eyes downcast, his hands held upward in surrender. He didn't say a word, but kept his gaze focused on the girl lying helplessly – or so it appeared – on the deck below. The first things that caught the eye were, of course, the brightly-colored beads and bangles that adorned the brigand's matted hair, along with the blazing red scarf wrapped around his forehead. But deeper, and far more disconcerting, was the intensity of his gaze. What struck the Commodore was the absence of piratical lust in the rogue's eyes: he wasn't looking at the girl, but on something else very near her. "Elizabeth!" said Governor Swann, rushing to his daughter's side, "Are you all right?" The Commodore heard her distantly answer that she was, before slipping something hastily down the front of her bodice when she thought no one was looking. The pirate's eyes followed her. By Tabbycat2000 Why do they insist on laughing at me? Have I got biscuit in my teeth? Hmm. Bloody odd bunch anyway, can't mean much… hopefully. Itchy, that. ::scratch, scratch:: Ouch! Don't laugh at me, you… ::mutter, mutter:: Now… what? What's happened to me? ::pokes:: Ouch! It can't be… It is! One morning asleep on a beach, and I get a bleedin' sunburn! Red as a cooked lobster! Oh, my beautiful chest… "Excuse me, Ana Maria, there wouldn't be any lotions or anything in tha' trunk, would there, love?" "Why?" I look down. "Umm…" By Eledhwen ~ Masked ~ “Come along, Mr Sparrow!” The order was brusque. Elizabeth, watching from the boat into which she had been courteously handed, feared the pirate would fire that pistol, would get himself shot in some desperate move. Jack Sparrow did not look up, his eyes fixed on the sandy beach beneath his bare feet. “The commodore’s waiting.” Lieutenant Gillette was clearly getting impatient, and Elizabeth bit her lip. She needed Sparrow; she needed him to find Will. Finally, the pirate lifted his eyes, the mask back in place, his grin carefree and glittering. “Then we’d better get a move on, hadn’t we?” By Lady Lunas ~ Shock ~ Jack absent-mindedly stringed the beads into his hair. He stopped and paused, then looked closer. He set down the bead he was holding and looked closer. No... it couldn't be. He bent his head to look closer. It was... he thought. Maybe... if he asked a woman's opinion... "Anamaria....." Jack looked at a strand of his dark hair in shock. "Please tell me I'm imagining it. Please." Anamaria looked at Jack's bent head and at the strand of hair he was indicating. She bit back a laugh. "No, Jack. You're not imagining anything. You have a grey hair." By Angie ~ Squish ~ What could honestly be interesting about a pair of worn leather boots? Nothing, absolutely nothing. Although, he had discovered that it was quite amusing to squeeze water out of them by pressing his toes down. Even made a funny sound. Squish, squish, squish. "Elizabeth. Are you alright?" Squish. "Yes, I'm fine." Squish. The humor was beginning to wear off. Still, Jack kept up with his painful boredom. Squish, squish, squash. Oh, a new sound, how very exciting. And just in time too, because keeping his eyes off of a half-dressed Elizabeth Swann was becoming a rather difficult thing to do. By Hellborne ~ After the Storm ~ Captain Jack Sparrow didn't cry. He kept telling himself that as he trudged up the beach with the items he'd decided to bring with him. He saw a wide path leading away from the beach. At least it's inhabited. He threw the items down, turned around and sat with his elbows on his knees, head in hands. Captain.Jack.Sparrow.Does.Not.Cry. He couldn't stay there. He had to get away. He stood and took one last look at his Lady, bowed his head, and the tears began to fall. She was there, or at least parts of her were, mostly submerged and listing to larboard from the rocks that had taken her from him during the storm. He saluted her with a kiss, turned, gathered what was left of his belongings, and walked up the path to his new life. By Sylvia ~ Never Give Up ~ Jack kept his eyes down and counted the droplets of water dripping from his face as they hit the dock, striving to hide the fierce anger he knew burned in his eyes. It flushed his skin with all the heat of a day spent staked out in the sun. Wrists, bound with iron, hung heavily in front of him. Around the dock his captors congratulated themselves on turning his good deed to their favour. When he finally glanced up, it was the wench's eyes that gave him hope. She would return the favour, willing or not, at the opportune moment.
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