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Challenge: Sinister
February 8, 2006

By Lorraine
February 9, 2006

~ Sinister Pirate ~

Will Turner battled the pirate over all the decks of the ship. He hadn't had an opponent like this in – well, he couldn't remember ever facing anyone this good. He was actually panting as he leaped about. He glanced over to Elizabeth, tied to the mast. He had to finish this quickly. With renewed vigor, he pressed his attack.

"If you've harmed one hair on her head, pirate, you'll regret it."

"Why don't you give up now? You can't win. Don't you know who I am?"

"I know who you are. Your cruelty reveals everything. You're the Dread Pirate Roberts. The most sinister pirate ever to sail these waters."

The masked pirate grinned broadly.

"What are you smiling about? I have the advantage. Yield." Will's sword flashed even faster.

"I know something you don't know."

"And what would that be?"

"I am not left handed!" The pirate fluidly shifted his sword to his right hand and pressed Will back until the two were hilt to hilt.

Will smiled at the man. He shoved back, switched hands and the fight was on again. "Guess what? Neither am I."

"Will? Could you hurry this up? I want to be home for dinner!"

By Trinilee Greenleaf
February 14, 2006

~ Sinister ~

As he leant against the hard pillar, Will's chocolate brown eyes surveyed his rather rowdy surroundings. He had never before even seen a place like this, let alone entered it, and was not sure whether he would again. Men were singing drunkenly in the corner, waitresses with quite a small amount of clothing on teased the more sober males by leaning
over their tables to place their order in front of them and many couples were scattered about the bar, pawing over each other in a way that made the young man blush.

Glancing behind him at his two `companions', the sole reasons why he was here, Will watched as Jack set two tankards of liquor on the table and began to talk in a soft tone to his first mate. Thinking nothing of the quiet way in which Sparrow was speaking, the young blacksmith turned his attention back to his surroundings only to whip his head
round a second later upon hearing Sparrow's words.

"Let's just say it's a matter of leverage."

His eavesdropping was interrupted, however, by a particularly drunken women coming to stand, well sway, beside him and lean onto him, causing his balance to falter for a second.

He was unsure what to do and was pretty embarrassed by the whole situation, but was luckily saved by apparently the women's husband, who was evidently as drunk as she was, coming over to collect his spouse, giving Will a particularly dirty look before leaving.

Turning his attention back to the two pirates he watched them clink their tankards together and each take a long draft from them, clearly finishing their drinks as they both stood up at that point.

Will sighed as he realised that he had missed the rest if their conversation and tried to forget the little that he had heard, taking it as only paranoia at being in a place such as this.

But he could not shake the feeling that Jack Sparrow was planning something more sinister than just the rescue of his precious ship…

By Geek Mama
February 14, 2006

~ A Change In The Wind ~

Sinister she was, black, rotting, shrouded in clinging, trailing fog. Sinister, she moved in near silence over the water, gliding into the harbor under the close-clouded sky. She knew they felt her presence: a change in the wind. The gold drew her, as it drew all those aboard.

But she alone sensed another spirit, a Presence here, somewhere in the quiet town. Faint, but still flickering, it was strong enough to remind her of a distant, almost forgotten past, when days were held dear in the search for new horizons. When she embodied not dread, death and darkness, but Freedom.

By Cymbeline
February 14, 2006

~ Disenchantment ~

It wasn’t the first occasion a woman had stood before him, chin raised in defiance despite her glow of fear. This time it was not beauty that stayed his usual violent response. The medallion she clasped tightly was only thing that held tangible feeling. Haunting whispers, like tendrils wrapped around his senses until it became a howling in his ears. Her hand floated over the railing, poised to let the coin fall. Propelled by something unseen he lurched forward, “No!” A flicker in her eyes mocked him as the hissing sound turned to laughter before floating away in the mist.

By Serena
February 14, 2006

~ Sinister ~

They will encapsulate her when they stir in her relentlessly. Time and consequences will lose meaning.

The still of the night cowers around her, like a protective friend. The darkness wouldn't judge nor let the moonlight supercede. When winds unleash of their own accord. Heedless to direction, uncaring of sights.

When silence speaks in voice of its own.

Pupils seek no refuge when perturbed eyes cower behind veiling lids. Arid whispers carry a name forbidden. As if ghostly steam of a breath when fighting cold.

When movements will be regimented by reflex only.

She will undress him with sinister thoughts.

~.~

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