Tribble: Do Not Go Gentle SPOILERIFIC
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honoratBy Honorat
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Hey Mouse! It had better be better than this if you do it!
Warning: Character death implied.
Summary: My take on the possible ending for PotC2. Do not read if you don’t want to know. For the “Wish” challenge at Black Pearl Sails. *Waves from under a stack of papers and tests!* I have no time for the BFM, but the #%^*&%#$%&* thing won't leave me alone. I finally decided I'd get more done if I just wrote it. Inspired by the new Trailer and the spoiler conversations we've been having at BPS.
Thanks to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
geek_mama_2 for suffering through beta reading this.
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He had that look about him that she remembered her mother having. She had never forgotten it. That coiled and snarling fight against the inevitable. No weapon, no ardent wish, no prayer, no subterfuge, no swift flight could avert what must be. She could tell he knew it. Beneath the surface, the light of it almost shone through his skin.
To surrender was not in him. Neither was to run. He had returned to his ship, to them.
And so she would give him this gift.
One hundred souls would live—and one would die.
They outnumbered him. It could have been a matter of their swords against his. But she let them leave without urging a last mutiny. It should not be an act of hate.
It could have been some petty deception. An exclamation. An appeal to that insatiable curiousity. But she could not treat his life so lightly. It should not be a trivial act.
Such an end should be an act of love. Terrible and beautiful. Not the kind of love she shared with Will, but the strong seal of friendship. A farewell worthy of such a man. A betrayal fit for a god and a sacrifice.
The moment stretched out as tight as unshed tears. The last touch of his hand on her hair. The conflagration of life where their lips touched. She wanted him to taste it, to exult in it, to take comfort in it. She did not fool him. They were too much alike. She could feel him giving way like the ebb of a tide—could see the knowledge and the renunciation darken his eyes.
Steel clicked coldly. He would go down with his Black Pearl. Even death should not part them again. Pulling back, she met his eyes once. His voice was soft, understanding, even, perhaps, grateful, absolving her —acknowledging the rightness of this time and this place.
“Pirate.”
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Hey Mouse! It had better be better than this if you do it!
Warning: Character death implied.
Summary: My take on the possible ending for PotC2. Do not read if you don’t want to know. For the “Wish” challenge at Black Pearl Sails. *Waves from under a stack of papers and tests!* I have no time for the BFM, but the #%^*&%#$%&* thing won't leave me alone. I finally decided I'd get more done if I just wrote it. Inspired by the new Trailer and the spoiler conversations we've been having at BPS.
Thanks to
geek_mama_2 for suffering through beta reading this.* * * * *
He had that look about him that she remembered her mother having. She had never forgotten it. That coiled and snarling fight against the inevitable. No weapon, no ardent wish, no prayer, no subterfuge, no swift flight could avert what must be. She could tell he knew it. Beneath the surface, the light of it almost shone through his skin.
To surrender was not in him. Neither was to run. He had returned to his ship, to them.
And so she would give him this gift.
One hundred souls would live—and one would die.
They outnumbered him. It could have been a matter of their swords against his. But she let them leave without urging a last mutiny. It should not be an act of hate.
It could have been some petty deception. An exclamation. An appeal to that insatiable curiousity. But she could not treat his life so lightly. It should not be a trivial act.
Such an end should be an act of love. Terrible and beautiful. Not the kind of love she shared with Will, but the strong seal of friendship. A farewell worthy of such a man. A betrayal fit for a god and a sacrifice.
The moment stretched out as tight as unshed tears. The last touch of his hand on her hair. The conflagration of life where their lips touched. She wanted him to taste it, to exult in it, to take comfort in it. She did not fool him. They were too much alike. She could feel him giving way like the ebb of a tide—could see the knowledge and the renunciation darken his eyes.
Steel clicked coldly. He would go down with his Black Pearl. Even death should not part them again. Pulling back, she met his eyes once. His voice was soft, understanding, even, perhaps, grateful, absolving her —acknowledging the rightness of this time and this place.
“Pirate.”
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Date: 2006-05-05 06:29 pm (UTC)I'm glad you found my take on this controversial scene moving. Thanks for commenting.
How are we going to manage getting from this July to next summer?
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