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honoratBy Honorat
Rating: PG
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Summary: Isla de Muerta. For the “Red” challenge at Black Pearl Sails.![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
__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.
__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.