By Honorat
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: This POTC profit is not meant for me.
Summary: Isla de Muerta. For the “Red” challenge at Black Pearl Sails.
__shy__'s drabble Sacrificing Blood and Taffeta reminded me that I had this lying around on my computer, so I decided to post it.
The treasure lies in drifts, like sands along the sea—golden candelabra, statuary, and chains; silver chalices and reliquaries; gem-encrusted goblets and altarpieces; damask, silk, cameline, and cloth of gold; intricately-carved teak and mahogany, ebony and purple heart.
Pale ivory and mother of pearl shimmer from shadowed crannies. Fire flashes from diamonds in the flickering torchlight. Coins of eternal gold scatter ephemeral patterns on stone walls. The plunder of a thousand ports and ships. The ransom of rivers of blood. This cavern is a temple to avarice.
But every man in this labyrinth knows he would trade the last brass farthing of that dragon’s hoard for the true treasure. Nothing so rare as the gold that dusts her hair. No diamond-flame so bright as that which burns in her eyes. No pearl so translucent as her skin, no silk so fine. No ruby so eternally precious as her blood that stains the gold. She is a goddess and a sacrifice. However, only one man has come to worship.
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: This POTC profit is not meant for me.
Summary: Isla de Muerta. For the “Red” challenge at Black Pearl Sails.
The treasure lies in drifts, like sands along the sea—golden candelabra, statuary, and chains; silver chalices and reliquaries; gem-encrusted goblets and altarpieces; damask, silk, cameline, and cloth of gold; intricately-carved teak and mahogany, ebony and purple heart.
Pale ivory and mother of pearl shimmer from shadowed crannies. Fire flashes from diamonds in the flickering torchlight. Coins of eternal gold scatter ephemeral patterns on stone walls. The plunder of a thousand ports and ships. The ransom of rivers of blood. This cavern is a temple to avarice.
But every man in this labyrinth knows he would trade the last brass farthing of that dragon’s hoard for the true treasure. Nothing so rare as the gold that dusts her hair. No diamond-flame so bright as that which burns in her eyes. No pearl so translucent as her skin, no silk so fine. No ruby so eternally precious as her blood that stains the gold. She is a goddess and a sacrifice. However, only one man has come to worship.
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Date: 2006-06-03 10:36 pm (UTC)I love this line. After detailing all the various treasures the cave holds, this stark statement is riveting. And yet Will notices none of it, for his treasure outshines all the material wonders. Excellent drabble!
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Date: 2006-06-04 09:00 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-06-04 02:37 pm (UTC)And the description of Elizabeth, ending with the ominous, "No ruby so eternally precious as her blood that stains the gold."
And the final line, that hint of Will, watching from the shadows and waiting for his opportune moment.
Very well done!
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Date: 2006-06-04 09:03 pm (UTC)