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honoratBy Honorat
Rating: PG
Warning: SPOILERS
Disclaimer: Here mousie, mousie! Have some nice rat poison if you aren’t very good to these characters.
Summary: Before the movie came out, going from the spoilers, I wrote an interpretation of the ending of DMC. Now that I’ve seen the movie—twice—I decided to rewrite it with the new information. Don’t read if you don’t want to know. Jack’s POV. If you want to compare them, the original is Here
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geek_mama_2.
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The horizon, which had always shone with limitless freedom, was closing in on him. The sea itself had become his prison—the ultimate betrayal. Jack Sparrow knew the desperate terror of the diver who has plunged too deep, and fight how he will, cannot regain the surface. He was drowning within sight of air.
The coils of Davy Jones’s kraken had wrapped themselves with crushing force around his chest long before he’d finally faced the creature. Like Faust, he’d learned too late that the devil always cheats and that no amount of time would ever be enough, no escape ever possible. He’d hoped his luck would hold—every noose always another loophole—but this time there would be no space between the raindrops into which he could dodge. This time the ocean itself would descend on his head.
He’d fought himself to a standstill. Betrayed every trust. Sacrificed everyone who might have cared about him—everyone for whom he cared. The tackle of his heart was cracked and burned, and all the shrouds by which he’d sailed his life were reduced to a single line. If he succeeded in his plan, he might gain his life, but he would lose his soul to Davy Jones as surely as if he had consented to abide by their accord from the beginning.
In the end, he couldn’t do it. He’d come back. To his ship. To his friends. To his crew. He would have loved to wave this moment on by, but Elizabeth had been right: some moments lived under one’s skin and could not be carved out of one’s flesh by any morally evasive knives. This moment was his.
Even so, when he instructed his remaining crew to abandon ship, the urge to flee with them was nearly unbearable. His entire soul revolted at deliberate consent to slavery. There was nowhere to which he could run, but the habit of dashing out from under the executioner’s blade was so very strong.
Yet stronger still was his bond with this ship. His hand lingered on her, tracing the familiar and beloved lines of her, feeling her trembling in the throes of a death from which he’d utterly failed to preserve her. Once before, they’d gone down together. That time he’d made his devil’s bargain with Davy Jones, giving his soul and his freedom in exchange for hers. He’d always believed he could find a way to break that oath. He had been a fool. This time there would be nothing he could barter, no way to slither out from under his fate, no price he could pay to save his Black Pearl.
He did not look at the longboat.
However, one person remained on deck with him as the boat filled. One person resisted the panicked current, drove against the tide of fear and scorned safety.
Elizabeth.
“Thank you, Jack,” she said softly, moving closer to him as he turned. “You came back – I always knew you were a good man.”
He should have known. She had always believed in him. Bloody inconvenient that was at times. Always recreating him in the mirror of her eyes as something better than he wanted to be. Like the best of pirates, she was ruthless and cunning and highly desirable. Unfortunately she was also as true to her ideals as a needle to the pole, which hadn’t left much scope for seduction or corruption. But a pirate had to try.
“We’re not free yet, love,” he answered.
Then it was that he saw the barriers go down. She came to him, as willing as she had before been resistant, meeting his gaze with one of fire. There were unshed tears in her eyes.
One does not weep for the living.
Ah. So this was it, then. A final and fitting farewell. Jack bowed and brushed her waiting lips with his. He felt her hand cradling his head, passionate and demanding.
Perhaps no kiss is ever exactly like another. This one was a war and a benediction, painful and comforting, fierce and tender, full of heated life and the chill of death. This was a kiss good-bye. Jack returned it with enthusiasm. Captain Sparrow always took what he could, and this was not a gift he was planning on refusing.
He let the emotion of the moment overwhelm him like a tidal wave, bearing him back and down into the waiting darkness. Part of him still wanted to fight, but somehow that shared connection between him and this valiant, honourable girl strengthened the part of him that was willing to sacrifice.
He felt the mainmast of his Black Pearl stalwart against his back, and that link further solidified his determination.
He wondered if Elizabeth still thought he did not know.
Somehow, he doubted it. The anguished look in her eyes could have lacerated steel as the cold manacle pinned his wrist to his ship.
“It’s after you – not the ship – not us. It’s the only way.” Her voice was pleading, asking for his understanding.
When he did not resist her nor accuse her, she protested, “I’m not sorry!” like a small child. So very endearing. But the fractures of grief crazing the surface of those words gave them the lie. And she’d nearly kissed him again—it had trembled between their lips like an unborn vow.
Jack did understand. He admired a person who could do what was necessary, who could pay the most appalling price for a worthy prize. He was relieved to have his decision made irrevocable, no longer subject to the caprice of his will to survive.
Betrayed by a kiss. Now that was an ending worthy of the legend.
If it had to be anyone, he was glad it was Elizabeth.
She reminded him of him.
“Pirate!” he informed her gently, his smile burning ahead of the coming cold. Forgiving. His free hand brushed her arm one last time, one final touch of life and warmth. It’s all right, lass. You did what you had to do. Now I’ll be doing what I have to.
He would go down with his ship, together as he had sworn they always would be—no longer man and ship, but one creature. With his bound hand, he soothed the smooth warm wood of her mast, feeling her quiver beneath him. Aye, love. You know I wouldn’t have left you alone to this beastie.
His eyes followed Elizabeth as she made her forlorn way to the ladder to the boat. He knew—who better—just how long she would be paying for this day’s work.
Then he turned outward to face the fate from which he’d been running. In the end it was better to meet one’s doom than be overtaken by it. He drew his sword and set himself to cross this bar fighting. This would be a combat no witness would ever forget. He’d give them a story to sing about.
And when he had lost this final battle and gone to that pestilential Locker, he would make hell so hot for the devil that the old bastard would beg for fire to quench his thirst. Davy Jones was going to rue the day he captured Captain Jack Sparrow.
Rating: PG
Warning: SPOILERS
Disclaimer: Here mousie, mousie! Have some nice rat poison if you aren’t very good to these characters.
Summary: Before the movie came out, going from the spoilers, I wrote an interpretation of the ending of DMC. Now that I’ve seen the movie—twice—I decided to rewrite it with the new information. Don’t read if you don’t want to know. Jack’s POV. If you want to compare them, the original is Here
Thank you for the original beta
geek_mama_2. * * * * *
The horizon, which had always shone with limitless freedom, was closing in on him. The sea itself had become his prison—the ultimate betrayal. Jack Sparrow knew the desperate terror of the diver who has plunged too deep, and fight how he will, cannot regain the surface. He was drowning within sight of air.
The coils of Davy Jones’s kraken had wrapped themselves with crushing force around his chest long before he’d finally faced the creature. Like Faust, he’d learned too late that the devil always cheats and that no amount of time would ever be enough, no escape ever possible. He’d hoped his luck would hold—every noose always another loophole—but this time there would be no space between the raindrops into which he could dodge. This time the ocean itself would descend on his head.
He’d fought himself to a standstill. Betrayed every trust. Sacrificed everyone who might have cared about him—everyone for whom he cared. The tackle of his heart was cracked and burned, and all the shrouds by which he’d sailed his life were reduced to a single line. If he succeeded in his plan, he might gain his life, but he would lose his soul to Davy Jones as surely as if he had consented to abide by their accord from the beginning.
In the end, he couldn’t do it. He’d come back. To his ship. To his friends. To his crew. He would have loved to wave this moment on by, but Elizabeth had been right: some moments lived under one’s skin and could not be carved out of one’s flesh by any morally evasive knives. This moment was his.
Even so, when he instructed his remaining crew to abandon ship, the urge to flee with them was nearly unbearable. His entire soul revolted at deliberate consent to slavery. There was nowhere to which he could run, but the habit of dashing out from under the executioner’s blade was so very strong.
Yet stronger still was his bond with this ship. His hand lingered on her, tracing the familiar and beloved lines of her, feeling her trembling in the throes of a death from which he’d utterly failed to preserve her. Once before, they’d gone down together. That time he’d made his devil’s bargain with Davy Jones, giving his soul and his freedom in exchange for hers. He’d always believed he could find a way to break that oath. He had been a fool. This time there would be nothing he could barter, no way to slither out from under his fate, no price he could pay to save his Black Pearl.
He did not look at the longboat.
However, one person remained on deck with him as the boat filled. One person resisted the panicked current, drove against the tide of fear and scorned safety.
Elizabeth.
“Thank you, Jack,” she said softly, moving closer to him as he turned. “You came back – I always knew you were a good man.”
He should have known. She had always believed in him. Bloody inconvenient that was at times. Always recreating him in the mirror of her eyes as something better than he wanted to be. Like the best of pirates, she was ruthless and cunning and highly desirable. Unfortunately she was also as true to her ideals as a needle to the pole, which hadn’t left much scope for seduction or corruption. But a pirate had to try.
“We’re not free yet, love,” he answered.
Then it was that he saw the barriers go down. She came to him, as willing as she had before been resistant, meeting his gaze with one of fire. There were unshed tears in her eyes.
One does not weep for the living.
Ah. So this was it, then. A final and fitting farewell. Jack bowed and brushed her waiting lips with his. He felt her hand cradling his head, passionate and demanding.
Perhaps no kiss is ever exactly like another. This one was a war and a benediction, painful and comforting, fierce and tender, full of heated life and the chill of death. This was a kiss good-bye. Jack returned it with enthusiasm. Captain Sparrow always took what he could, and this was not a gift he was planning on refusing.
He let the emotion of the moment overwhelm him like a tidal wave, bearing him back and down into the waiting darkness. Part of him still wanted to fight, but somehow that shared connection between him and this valiant, honourable girl strengthened the part of him that was willing to sacrifice.
He felt the mainmast of his Black Pearl stalwart against his back, and that link further solidified his determination.
He wondered if Elizabeth still thought he did not know.
Somehow, he doubted it. The anguished look in her eyes could have lacerated steel as the cold manacle pinned his wrist to his ship.
“It’s after you – not the ship – not us. It’s the only way.” Her voice was pleading, asking for his understanding.
When he did not resist her nor accuse her, she protested, “I’m not sorry!” like a small child. So very endearing. But the fractures of grief crazing the surface of those words gave them the lie. And she’d nearly kissed him again—it had trembled between their lips like an unborn vow.
Jack did understand. He admired a person who could do what was necessary, who could pay the most appalling price for a worthy prize. He was relieved to have his decision made irrevocable, no longer subject to the caprice of his will to survive.
Betrayed by a kiss. Now that was an ending worthy of the legend.
If it had to be anyone, he was glad it was Elizabeth.
She reminded him of him.
“Pirate!” he informed her gently, his smile burning ahead of the coming cold. Forgiving. His free hand brushed her arm one last time, one final touch of life and warmth. It’s all right, lass. You did what you had to do. Now I’ll be doing what I have to.
He would go down with his ship, together as he had sworn they always would be—no longer man and ship, but one creature. With his bound hand, he soothed the smooth warm wood of her mast, feeling her quiver beneath him. Aye, love. You know I wouldn’t have left you alone to this beastie.
His eyes followed Elizabeth as she made her forlorn way to the ladder to the boat. He knew—who better—just how long she would be paying for this day’s work.
Then he turned outward to face the fate from which he’d been running. In the end it was better to meet one’s doom than be overtaken by it. He drew his sword and set himself to cross this bar fighting. This would be a combat no witness would ever forget. He’d give them a story to sing about.
And when he had lost this final battle and gone to that pestilential Locker, he would make hell so hot for the devil that the old bastard would beg for fire to quench his thirst. Davy Jones was going to rue the day he captured Captain Jack Sparrow.
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Date: 2006-07-13 01:04 am (UTC)Thank you for helping to restore my faith in Jack.
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Date: 2006-07-13 01:12 am (UTC)So very Jack, that.
Great work.
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Date: 2006-07-13 07:35 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-07-13 02:22 am (UTC)Oh... You are brilliant (and I am far too literal minded). *bashes head against wall* She could indeed have been his prior to Jones raising her so he could captain the Pearl for those 13 years. Nice interpretation! Am agape at the thought of him going down with his ship a second time.
set himself to cross this bar fighting
Um ... how did I not comment on this wonderful line before? 'Tis sort of like finding a mint on my pillow.
Didn't really have to change much, did you? Am glad you did, though, because it lets me read this again - post movie - even though in a slightly different (and still wonderful!) version.
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Date: 2006-07-13 07:42 am (UTC)The minute I considered the circumstances under which Jack could have met Davy Jones and known about the Pearl, this seemed the logical conclusion. Jones shows up when a ship goes down to offer dying men an alternative to immediate judgment. So it made sense to me that Jack might have met him when his ship was going down the first time. I do hope we find out more in the next movie. Now why Jack should get such a special deal is curious. Perhaps he was, like Will, in no danger of dying. And there must have been something about Jack's soul that Davy Jones craved for him to make such a bargain in the first place and for him to say that it would take 100 other souls to equal Jack's. I wonder what it is that Jones needs from Jack? Plot bunnies abound.
I was quite pleased with how well I'd imagined this scene and with how much better it was in reality. Usually fanfiction has an advantage over film in that it can be more nuanced and thoughtful, but that scene was perfect. Jack was an even better man than I'd imagined and Elizabeth was even more broken than I could have hoped. I loved it.
Thank you for your kind praises of this twice-warmed ficlet.
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Date: 2006-07-13 04:52 pm (UTC)He would have loved to wave this moment on by, but Elizabeth had been right: some moments lived under one’s skin and could not be carved out of one’s flesh by any morally evasive knives. This moment was his. This bit especially got me. Excellent work.
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Date: 2006-07-13 05:39 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-07-18 04:31 am (UTC)I had been avoiding spoilers like the plague before the movie came out, but I must admit that this original story was the hardest to resist. I really had to fight myself not to click on the cut, but I'm glad that I didn't.
This is just so gorgeous. And after reading the original, "Do Not Go Gentle" and then this one, I must agree with you - I really am glad with the way that Disney did this scene. It was so heartbreaking and fulfilling and wonderful on the screen, and this fic captures that perfectly.
Oooh, I didn't think of the thing with Jack's soul! Now you have me wondering why Jack is so important to Davy Jones, and how they made the deal in the first place! You realise that this is going to keep me entertained for weeks, don't you?
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Date: 2006-07-18 04:41 pm (UTC)I'm glad you're glad you resisted.
I did love how this was portrayed on screen. Those of us who had discussed this scene before were torn between loving the concept and trusting Johnny and Kiera to pull it off, and worrying that a Disney summer blockbuster could never do justice to such a tragedy. What a treat to have it be even better than we'd hoped. Everything I had to add or change in this was a softening of the two characters. For one thing, the earlier scene in which Jack and Elizabeth nearly kiss was an unknown, and the fact that this was not just a moment between two former friends, now enemies, but one between two people who were starting, against their wishes, to care for each other, was so poignant. And I will maintain that the smile Jack gives Elizabeth when he calls her "Pirate" would raise the dead.
As for Jack's soul, that is an intriguing concept that I hope the next movie explores. Enjoy being entertained by it! And thank you again for reviewing this.
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Date: 2006-07-19 12:34 am (UTC)Now I have to go see the movie again.
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