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a Challenge:
Valentine
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By Sylvia ~ Tryst ~ Jack would never admit to having a romantic bone in his body, so why was it that, circumstances permitting, he always found himself here on this particular day? He pushed open the door knowing she would be waiting for him. Eyes, dark as his own, lifted to meet his gaze, her smile lighting up the room. Jack's grin disappeared to be replaced by something infinitely tender and kept for her alone. "You came," she said softly, holding out her hands. He took them in his own and moved closer to catch her lips with his. "Where else would I be?"
By Geek Mama ~ Treasure ~
Elizabeth felt a shiver run through her at the touch of his lips, and of his hands, but her brow creased slightly and she said, a little breathlessly, "What? What did you say?" Will lifted his head and looked at her. "`Not all treasure is silver and gold'." He smiled crookedly. "Jack said it. About you." Elizabeth stared at him. "He did? When?" "When we came to rescue you, on Isla de Muerta. " Will studied her face in the moonlight. "You were so strong, so beautiful, standing there next to Barbossa." Like a new sword, Will thought. Straight, shining, sharp-edged, waiting for a man's touch to kindle it to flame. "Jack was right," Will said softly, and kissed her lips, running his hands down her back and marveling anew at her response. After what seemed a long time, she drew away slightly and looked at him, her eyes half closed with languorous pleasure. She said, "Jack was right about something else." A gleam of mischief lit her face at Will's questioning look. She quoted, " `It would never have worked between us'," and kissed her darling again.
By Kellenanne ~ Laughter ~ By Hereswith ~ Valentine's Day Drabble ~ He burned fire bright. Eyes open or closed, she saw nothing else. All the world fell away like so much rabble and shards. Ashes and dust. Her skin could not hold her, her heart did not fit in this cage, wrought of flesh and of bone. This was the whole of him, the sum of the parts. Old wounds and new ones, scars and brand and braided hair. The golden smile and the silver tongue, that no metal could match. A sparrow, but not a nondescript bird. A pirate, and a good man. And here, was the greatest of treasures. By Erin Rua ~ At the Heart of it All ~ The white bursting spume of waves against a sleek black hull,
the heave of a deck beneath wide-set feet, powerfully as the
surge of some great, sentient thing - ah, this, this was being
alive! A keen glance turned to straining canvas high above,
measuring how they bellied smoke-grey to the press of the
wind, and a sharp voice cried Then deep below decks timbers creaked as footings settled
to the new weight of wind, and the lee rail leant towards
rushing blue water. He felt it, ah, he felt it in his bones,
his sinews, the high-thudding beat of his heart, while his
teeth shone white and gold for the joy of it. Mad Jack, aye,
who taunted the trade winds and dared What they did not feel, could never feel as he did, was the bone-deep thrumming that ran through timbers and wood until it sank into the darkness of his very marrow. It hummed its siren song until salt water raced like fire in his veins. If he was mad as they say, it was a magnificent insanity, and he let the wind snatch his laughter to hurl it forward. Somewhere down the wide seas perhaps his delight would echo afar, and some poor soul would count himself daft to have heard it. Or perhaps it would be heard as no more than the cry of a distant gull, keening thinly above the pounding pulse of the sea against the shore. No, there were none who felt what coursed through him as dearly as breathing; none who felt the living kick of the helm as the movement of a lover, as the other step in a great dance of life. For what he loved, what Jack Sparrow loved, was the very
freedom of being. What Jack Sparrow loved, as truly as his
heart beat, was his Black Pearl. Every stick and sail and
plank of her, from keelson to maintop, stem to stern, she
was his and he was hers. She moved beneath him, he moved with
her, they moved together in flawless One day he knew she might be his death. Whether tearing herself apart before a raw gale wind, or bursting to flaming splinters before the thunder a warship's guns, she would take him with her, savagely, without conscience. To love a ship such as this was fraught with peril; it was to balance heart and soul on a sword's razored edge. Yet on some days ... on some days, on glorious days such as this, he thought the willful wench just might love him back. By Erin Rua ~ Of Dreams ~ By EstelWolfe ~ Dreams and Stars ~ By EstelWolfe ~ Threesome ~ By Kayden Eidyak ~ Roses Are Red ~ It was pink, edged in lace, written with red ink in swirly letters, and smelling heavily of roses. Jack curled his lip, partly in disgust, partly in horror, and held the thing out at arm's length. "Aren't you gonna read it?" Anamaria asked, with a wicked grin on her face. Jack cautiously opened the folded piece of paper that was cut like a heart, little bits of heart shaped confetti falling out as he did so.
By Gamine ~ Valentine ~ The white Haitian sand crunched under Jack's black boots as he made his way up the beach toward the small cottage he'd built for her – was it twenty years ago already? He smiled to himself and shook his head, shifting the wooden crate he balanced on his shoulder. Plenty of plunder to bring her this trip, though any excuse he could findwould do, and his crew knew it. The cottage squatted happily under a stand of palms, within sight and sound of the sea, as he had intended. It looked more like a ship than a house, not that it mattered one whit to the occupant. She loved the house for his sake, and him for his own. She never objected when he went to sea, sometimes gone for a year or better, because she knew, and he did too, that he'd always find his way back to her. The door scraped a bit when he tugged on it; Jack scanned it briefly, noting where the wood had warped. He'd see to that before the Pearl left Tortuga. He set his burden down in the entryway with a nod and a smile to the maid he'd engaged to care for her. Jack hung his tricorne on a hook by the door and heard the ornaments in his hair clink together. He chuckled. In the normal course of things he never noticed the soft sounds, and yet she was the reason he'd begun ornamenting his hair, so that she would know when he was nearby. "Jack?" came a soft call from the sitting room. "Jack, love?" He wiped his hands on his trousers as he went to her. "Aye, `tis me." She held out both hands to greet him, her sightless eyes bright with emotion. "I did not hope to see you until spring; `tis only the middle of February, unless I mistake the matter." She felt her way across the room and held him close, her sensitive fingers searching his face. "How do you fare, my love? Are you well? You are not injured?" "Aye," he said, bending as she lifted her face for his kiss, "I am well, never fear." Jack sat on the settee, his arm around her, content. "I just missed you, Mum." By Eledhwen By AhiFlame ~ For Me to Know ~ A dark form stood at the bow of the ship, silhouetted against the whitish orb that was the moon. “’Ello luv. Knew ye’d be up t’night.” A familiar voice slurred in its usual semi-drunken tone. “An’ how’d ye know that?” “Simple luv.” “How so?” The man didn’t reply; he just leaned further on the rail, watching as the pale moonlight danced across the gently lapping waves. “Ye gonna answer?” She caught a glint of moonlight reflected through the darkness as he turned to face her. “I’ll be takin’ that as a ‘no’?” She asked, trying to draw a response. A gentle chuckle was all the answer she got. By Lady Lunas ~ Proposal ~ Jack sighed and took another drink of rum. Elizabeth, of all people, had made certain there was rum at her wedding. He looked over at the newly wedded couple and raised his bottle in salute. Will grinned and motioned with his hands as if to say, "Well?" Jack gave a small shrug and turned away. He ambled over to the edge of the party and stood next to a woman dressed in a peach skirt and a white blouse. "Anamaria?" She sighed and turned to him. "Jack, I'm a pirate. But still, there's a part of me that wants to settle with a man and get married. This..." She waved her hand at the merry crowd. "Just brings those feelings to the forefront. But pirates don't marry." Jack looked hard at his first mate. "Ya sure about that, luv?" Anamaria stared at Jack for a second and nodded. Her eyebrows rose as he bent one knee to her and took out a simple gold ring from a pocket. "Anamaria, darling. Will you marry me?" Anamaria stared aghast at her captain. He was mad, she thought. Pirates don't marry. She raised her head and noticed Will and Elizabeth smiling at them. Elizabeth cocked an eyebrow. Well? Anamaria turned back to Jack and did the only thing a woman in love could do. She slapped him. By Tabbycat ~ Soul Mate ~ Jack ran his hand across the helm's dark, polished wood, smiling despite himself. It had been a physical ache last time, to stand aboard his Pearl and not be able to guide her. But now, as he stood at the wheel with the wind in his hair and her decks beneath his feet, she truly sang to him for the first time in ten years. His neck prickled and he looked up sharply, smile disappearing. The crew was smiling at him, seeing right through him. He straightened up. "On deck, you scabrous dogs!" They ran about to do their duties, and Jack stroked the wheel once more. Witnesses or no, he couldn't stifle his joy at being reunited with the only true love he'd ever known. "Now," he murmured, "bring me that horizon." By Kelsey ~ More Than Just an Occupation ~ He had never intended to fall in love. This, his craft, had merely been a way to earn his keep. To pass the time until he was an adult, free to make what he would out of life. At thirteen he had objected mightily to having his path chosen for him, but now he understood, was grateful even. His now callused hands were testament to the intangible skill he possessed. The long hard days and even longer nights had shaped him into a man he was proud to be. As Will hammered at the sword he was working on before thrusting it back into the forge he felt a thrill of pride, perhaps even love, for the art of blacksmithing. By Bug ~ Romance ~ ~.~
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