Quibble: Siren Song
Feb. 7th, 2006 12:00 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
honoratBy Honorat
Rating: G
Pairing: Jack/Pearl
Disclaimer: If wishes were horses . . .
Summary: A series of musical notes from the sea for the “Lullaby” challenge at Black Pearl Sails. Quadruple Drabble.
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His first lullaby was the music of the sea, beating to the time of his mother’s heart.
That song, melded from the sough of the wind and the long salt-tang slide of breakers over shoals, and the far off cries of the mews, lulled him to sleep the first time he found himself all alone in the vast darkness of a cold world.
It spoke to him of faraway places and horizons that never ended, of a life so free it was like taking flight into the sun, making despair bearable.
When he had at last given himself to that unceasing, fathomless, dark musician, her deep voice sighing in the slip of waves along a wooden hull, piping in the standing and running rigging, humming against spread canvas, almost carried his mind away from the fire of the stripes on his back.
She sang paeans of exultation when he first stood at the helm of his ship—His Ship—the home towards which all his wandering steps had led, the love all his desires had sought, the life so intertwined with his own that he felt her pulse in the marrow of his bones. The Black Pearl embodied all the music of the endless sea and enveloped him within it like one pure and eternal note.
The sea sobbed with him the night he found himself alone again, bereft of all that had made his life meaningful. She roared with his rage, crashing against sharp coral, slashing her turquoise waters into ribbons that bled white froth. She groaned against the sand and growled in her seething breakers. The sound of her, the touch of her on his heated flesh were the only things that held him to a sanity more unbearable than any madness.
And the day he finally stood again with his hands on his dark lady and his heart already thrown off the edge of the earth, the sea caught golden sunlight and tossed it about him, trilling bright arpeggios of joy amidst the shrouds and lines of the Black Pearl, clapping white foam hands before the bright, gem-encrusted wave of her bow,
That night he was again rocked to sleep in her arms, listening to her whispered lullaby caress along his own heartbeats.
End
Rating: G
Pairing: Jack/Pearl
Disclaimer: If wishes were horses . . .
Summary: A series of musical notes from the sea for the “Lullaby” challenge at Black Pearl Sails. Quadruple Drabble.
* * * * *
His first lullaby was the music of the sea, beating to the time of his mother’s heart.
That song, melded from the sough of the wind and the long salt-tang slide of breakers over shoals, and the far off cries of the mews, lulled him to sleep the first time he found himself all alone in the vast darkness of a cold world.
It spoke to him of faraway places and horizons that never ended, of a life so free it was like taking flight into the sun, making despair bearable.
When he had at last given himself to that unceasing, fathomless, dark musician, her deep voice sighing in the slip of waves along a wooden hull, piping in the standing and running rigging, humming against spread canvas, almost carried his mind away from the fire of the stripes on his back.
She sang paeans of exultation when he first stood at the helm of his ship—His Ship—the home towards which all his wandering steps had led, the love all his desires had sought, the life so intertwined with his own that he felt her pulse in the marrow of his bones. The Black Pearl embodied all the music of the endless sea and enveloped him within it like one pure and eternal note.
The sea sobbed with him the night he found himself alone again, bereft of all that had made his life meaningful. She roared with his rage, crashing against sharp coral, slashing her turquoise waters into ribbons that bled white froth. She groaned against the sand and growled in her seething breakers. The sound of her, the touch of her on his heated flesh were the only things that held him to a sanity more unbearable than any madness.
And the day he finally stood again with his hands on his dark lady and his heart already thrown off the edge of the earth, the sea caught golden sunlight and tossed it about him, trilling bright arpeggios of joy amidst the shrouds and lines of the Black Pearl, clapping white foam hands before the bright, gem-encrusted wave of her bow,
That night he was again rocked to sleep in her arms, listening to her whispered lullaby caress along his own heartbeats.
End