Tribble: Do Not Go Gentle SPOILERIFIC
May. 3rd, 2006 09:31 pmBy 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
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
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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.”
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Date: 2006-05-04 03:50 am (UTC)I suspect your presentation here will surpass the Mouse's offering, as does your artwork.
Felaine
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Date: 2006-05-04 04:26 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-05-04 04:47 am (UTC)Suffering through beta reading this, indeed! This was beautifully written from beginning to end -- didn't highlight anything because the whole thing would be highlighted. Although I still love that phrase, "The moment stretched out tight as unshed tears." That about sums it up.
Great work and, as always, it was my privilege to beta read for you.
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Date: 2006-05-04 04:56 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-05-04 11:23 am (UTC)If you get two of these, ignore the first...
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Date: 2006-05-04 01:36 pm (UTC)Dylan Thomas's poem came very much to mind:
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Thank you so much for commenting.
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Date: 2006-05-04 02:10 pm (UTC)The best line? The moment stretched out as tight as unshed tears. Love it, beautiful. The whole piece is beautiful. And believable. And so sad! :(
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Date: 2006-05-04 02:16 pm (UTC)That's a lovely poem, thanks for reminding me of it :-)
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Date: 2006-05-04 02:17 pm (UTC)Thank you so much for commenting on this traumatic little piece. I'm glad you found it believable and sad. I was going for beautiful angst :)
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Date: 2006-05-04 02:20 pm (UTC)Beautiful angst was what it was. Definitely. :)
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Date: 2006-05-04 02:29 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-05-04 02:31 pm (UTC)Especially if that weird voodoo lady is in charge. She looks freaky.
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Date: 2006-05-04 02:35 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-05-04 02:38 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-05-04 02:43 pm (UTC)From what I've seen of her, she kinda freaks me out. But I'm willing to give her the chance, I suppose. I've not really heard anything about PotC3, but then, I haven't been much involved the fandom/whatever. I lurk, lol :)
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Date: 2006-05-04 03:17 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-05-04 03:26 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-05-05 03:48 pm (UTC)Comments by Terry Rossio on PotC 1 and 2
We have a huge problem with high expectations. The first film, in retrospect, was really good. Great moments, great lines of dialogue, a sort of giddy rollicking charm. Added to that, nobody knew it was coming. Now people want that same feeling but they want it with familiar characters and familiar settings.
Having said that -- we do have a good film. It essentially works. What remains to be seen is whether we get any of that magic fairy film dust sprinkled on, the way the first film had.
Dead Man's Chest really does represent the best of what everyone could do. Acting. Writing. Directing. Effects. Costume. Set design. Everything we could come up with, every joke, line, moment, plot turn, visual, character relationship ... from the Flying Dutchman to the black spot, it's all in there.
http://www.wordplayer.com/forums/movies/index.cgi?read=83901
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Date: 2006-05-05 05:20 pm (UTC)(I have no willpower.) This is beautiful and painful and sniffle-inducing. How are we going to manage getting from this July to next summer?
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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?
As
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Date: 2006-05-06 08:43 pm (UTC)Have been having a hard time dealing with what the movie seems to have in store for us. I know they will do a good job (Johnny can pull almost anything off well), but...I also know it will hurt.
(sigh)
CR
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Date: 2006-05-06 08:47 pm (UTC)CR
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Date: 2006-05-08 04:19 am (UTC)I'm glad you liked what I did with this. This was for everyone who was nervous that this scene couldn't be pulled off with both characters likeable and in character. I'm starting to get a plot bunny for the same scene from Jack's POV.