Tribble: Shadow of a Dream
Mar. 6th, 2008 04:00 amAuthor: Honorat
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Jack/Pearl
Disclaimer: Puts a chill in the bones how many honest writers have been claimed by this franchise.
Summary: I discovered these 300+ words somewhere on my hard drive, and the Black Pearl Sails prompt for this week, Black Pearl, seemed to be a good use for them. This somewhat fits in with my If Ships Could Speak series. CotBP compatible.
Much thanks to
geekmama for the beta read.
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Sometimes she dreams of sinking, of forever relaxing her seams and hatches and allowing the cool green water to bathe her tormented bulkheads and decks in darkness (she cannot feel the cold), growing heavier and heavier in her holds. She imagines her last sight of the sunlight on the sea—it is always daylight when she drowns. The rippling shimmers slowly become glowing rays of fractured light above her masts, gradually rising high above her as the shadows of the depths close in. She felt her last breath of wind long ago.
Then the weight and denseness will enfold her, embrace her, tighten and begin to crush her. Finally she will arrive drifting in broken pieces to her eternal rest against sand that she can neither see nor feel except as cessation of motion. Then the gold can call until her heart cracks. The pain can blaze through her timbers, her submerged sails can strain futilely, her screams can tremor the earth. But she will be safe. Safe in her self-imposed prison. Unable to kill for those cursed bits of metal ever again.
The images come to her in fragments. Frantic ships unable to outrun her, spitting their ineffectual fire in stinging gouts against her sides, water red with blood and flames. Great fortresses belching iron death through her decks, unaware that she cannot die. Towns echoing with roars and screams and then, worst of all, silence and the crackle of the inferno she always leaves in her wake.
Sometimes she wishes she could go completely mad, push herself beyond a knowledge of what she does, banish memory forever, blot out her awareness of what she has become—the slave of men enslaved by greed.
And yet she is held to the surface of the sea, to those last flickering splinters of sanity, by one fine thread—somewhere, she does not know where, out in the vast loneliness of the night, under the pitiless glare of the sun, her Captain still searches for her with freedom in his hands.
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Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Jack/Pearl
Disclaimer: Puts a chill in the bones how many honest writers have been claimed by this franchise.
Summary: I discovered these 300+ words somewhere on my hard drive, and the Black Pearl Sails prompt for this week, Black Pearl, seemed to be a good use for them. This somewhat fits in with my If Ships Could Speak series. CotBP compatible.
Much thanks to
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Sometimes she dreams of sinking, of forever relaxing her seams and hatches and allowing the cool green water to bathe her tormented bulkheads and decks in darkness (she cannot feel the cold), growing heavier and heavier in her holds. She imagines her last sight of the sunlight on the sea—it is always daylight when she drowns. The rippling shimmers slowly become glowing rays of fractured light above her masts, gradually rising high above her as the shadows of the depths close in. She felt her last breath of wind long ago.
Then the weight and denseness will enfold her, embrace her, tighten and begin to crush her. Finally she will arrive drifting in broken pieces to her eternal rest against sand that she can neither see nor feel except as cessation of motion. Then the gold can call until her heart cracks. The pain can blaze through her timbers, her submerged sails can strain futilely, her screams can tremor the earth. But she will be safe. Safe in her self-imposed prison. Unable to kill for those cursed bits of metal ever again.
The images come to her in fragments. Frantic ships unable to outrun her, spitting their ineffectual fire in stinging gouts against her sides, water red with blood and flames. Great fortresses belching iron death through her decks, unaware that she cannot die. Towns echoing with roars and screams and then, worst of all, silence and the crackle of the inferno she always leaves in her wake.
Sometimes she wishes she could go completely mad, push herself beyond a knowledge of what she does, banish memory forever, blot out her awareness of what she has become—the slave of men enslaved by greed.
And yet she is held to the surface of the sea, to those last flickering splinters of sanity, by one fine thread—somewhere, she does not know where, out in the vast loneliness of the night, under the pitiless glare of the sun, her Captain still searches for her with freedom in his hands.
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Date: 2008-03-06 04:17 pm (UTC)I love the vividness of your descriptions. Everything is so deliciously tactile, so much so that I feel certain you must have been a ship in a past life if you can describe their experiences so vividly. I love reading your descriptions just the same way I like watching the wide shots of the ships in the movies: just for the sheer, heart-pounding beauty of it.
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Date: 2008-03-06 04:44 pm (UTC)Don't be such a stranger! :)
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Date: 2008-03-07 05:10 pm (UTC)I'm afraid I just keep getting stranger and stranger :D Hee. It's an epidemic, I think. :)
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Date: 2008-03-06 06:39 pm (UTC)Lovely, just lovely and utterly believable.
Wonderful descriptions... so clear and vivid.
Thanks. :)
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Date: 2008-03-07 09:52 pm (UTC)I'm so glad to see you posting something again, too. I found your fic "Marooned" on ff.net some time back and loved it. Printed it out to read it again, and again, and again... (especially that one chapter about bathing in the sea by moonlight - it makes me dream of a small island I can call my own^^) You just have a feeling for these characters - even for the ships! How great is that?! Ahem, saved everything else as well (see
I'm also waiting for the continuation of "Crossing the bar" (being a Jack/Pearl shipper first and a Jack/Ana shipper second^^) and am happy that you at least haven't abandoned it! Phew! So there's hope! Because, let's face it, you left them in a bit of a tight spot.^^
Well, yeah. Just wanted to say that. I friended you a few weeks back to keep up (if you started to post again - and here you are!), hope you don't mind?
Again: A lovely piece!
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Date: 2008-03-09 03:54 am (UTC)It's also good to meet another J/P J/A shipper. I admit other pairings have chemistry, but mainly because Jack has chemistry with every living and non-living thing. However, I like that rarer combination of J/A in a sort of non-relationship way :D
Yes, Crossing is still being worked on, although Worthy of His Steel will likely be updated first. I'm glad you've enjoyed the writing so far. Thank you so much for your kind words.
*Pearl love*
Date: 2008-03-18 06:12 am (UTC)Love the irony; the immortality that Jack seeks is nothing less than a curse to his beloved ship. And she is powerless, merely a thing to be misused, except in his hands. Your writing makes me wish I could hug her, barnacles and all.
And yet she is held to the surface of the sea, to those last flickering splinters of sanity, by one fine thread
A fine thread he is, indeed. *g*
Thanks for sharing this fic. I'm a bit of a latecomer, but it's great to see you post again.
Nicked from a reply to someone else's comment:
The rest of it is still in the works although moving at a glacial pace.
Hooray! I am most excited to hear that you're still working on Crossing the Bar. It is, without a doubt, my favorite Pirates fic. ETA: I'm looking forward to any stories you might post or update, not just the one. :D
Re: *Pearl love*
Date: 2008-08-06 03:40 am (UTC)Beautiful's already been taken
But yours is so much more original :D
Love the irony; the immortality that Jack seeks is nothing less than a curse to his beloved ship. And she is powerless, merely a thing to be misused, except in his hands. Your writing makes me wish I could hug her, barnacles and all.
I always love reading the insights into the characters that readers like you have.
A fine thread he is, indeed.
Even though a bit threadbare, very fine, indeed.
And FYI the next chapter of "Crossing" will be up this week! Whoot!
Re: *Pearl love*
Date: 2008-08-06 09:47 pm (UTC)Read and commented. :)
Thanks for going through and replying to old comments. Very cool. And I'm excited to see you post again. The wait was worth it.
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Date: 2008-05-13 05:29 am (UTC)*Applauds*
Date: 2008-05-23 08:05 pm (UTC)I'm sorry I haven't read more of your fics (I've a very long Books and Fics to Read List....). I did start "Crossing the Bar" and have enjoyed it very much so far. The problem is, I keep thinking of What Could Have Been as far as canon is concerned, and how much better fic authors like yourself portray the characters.
I'm actually starting to post fics over at my LJ (finally...) -- but the only one up now is a "Lost"-fic.
Re: *Applauds*
Date: 2008-08-06 03:47 am (UTC)I have a list as long as my arm of people who could have written better sequels, even better sequels with exactly the same plot events!
I'm so glad you enjoyed this. Thanks for commenting.