Ficlet and FanArt: Vision Without Hope
Nov. 8th, 2005 02:00 amBy Honorat
Rating: PG
Pairing: Jack/Pearl
Disclaimer: The infernal rodent owns all.
Summary: Things don’t get much darker than this. Angst alert. This one comes with an illustration! A picture of the Black Pearl. Not my usual style of art.
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The night before his hanging, Jack Sparrow does not sleep. Every moment seems to slip off a silver chain of time like a precious gem—each heartbeat, each breath of foetid air. Oh God, each faintest scent of salt sea and limitless horizon. Even when the dream comes he is not sure he is sleeping.
She glides towards him through tossing seas, her torn black skirts swept by the wind, her hair undone, whipping across her face. Her mother of pearl eyes glow through the black strands like stars tangled in the lace of rigging. For one caught breath, he has never seen anything so beautiful.
But then the waves crash around her as though to drag her under. In the pale moonlight, he sees her eyes are empty. The bird she has cradled in her hand, safe for all these years, is limp in her palm, its wings falling, its neck twisted, broken. Blood drips between her fingers and spirals slowly down her forearm.
Her arms are outstretched, reaching towards him, and he stumbles, sinking, to grasp her hands. But he cannot quite touch her.
The clatter of boots and the jangle of keys, the cold voices do not wake him. They merely interrupt his sight.
Jack only knows that she is gone. He has failed to save her; and she cannot save him.
Copyright 2005. All rights reserved.
8 1/2 x 11 inches, mechanical graphite pencil and ink on printer paper.
Rating: PG
Pairing: Jack/Pearl
Disclaimer: The infernal rodent owns all.
Summary: Things don’t get much darker than this. Angst alert. This one comes with an illustration! A picture of the Black Pearl. Not my usual style of art.
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The night before his hanging, Jack Sparrow does not sleep. Every moment seems to slip off a silver chain of time like a precious gem—each heartbeat, each breath of foetid air. Oh God, each faintest scent of salt sea and limitless horizon. Even when the dream comes he is not sure he is sleeping.
She glides towards him through tossing seas, her torn black skirts swept by the wind, her hair undone, whipping across her face. Her mother of pearl eyes glow through the black strands like stars tangled in the lace of rigging. For one caught breath, he has never seen anything so beautiful.
But then the waves crash around her as though to drag her under. In the pale moonlight, he sees her eyes are empty. The bird she has cradled in her hand, safe for all these years, is limp in her palm, its wings falling, its neck twisted, broken. Blood drips between her fingers and spirals slowly down her forearm.
Her arms are outstretched, reaching towards him, and he stumbles, sinking, to grasp her hands. But he cannot quite touch her.
The clatter of boots and the jangle of keys, the cold voices do not wake him. They merely interrupt his sight.
Jack only knows that she is gone. He has failed to save her; and she cannot save him.
Copyright 2005. All rights reserved.
8 1/2 x 11 inches, mechanical graphite pencil and ink on printer paper.
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Date: 2005-11-08 11:16 am (UTC)That is beautiful! Very moody and very dark. It fits the tone of the story wonderfully.
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Date: 2005-11-08 12:47 pm (UTC)It's so sad but great. Makes me want to cuddle Jack and make it all better...
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Date: 2005-11-08 02:17 pm (UTC)Look forward to more, as ususal!
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Date: 2005-11-08 02:23 pm (UTC)What a perfect paragraph of description. And the last of it sums up his reaction, and ours.
This is so beautifully done, and the story and illustration enhance each other perfectly. Wonderful work!
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Date: 2005-11-08 06:34 pm (UTC)I'm glad you think I captured some of the emotion Jack feels for his ship in this dark little piece. Thanks for the comment.
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Date: 2005-11-08 06:10 pm (UTC)I do love the Pearl's tragic character-- she is almost like a femme fatale, but that's not quite the right description, as she is not willingly under Barbossa's lead.
This is certainly different to your ususal work; the Pearl being literally personified as a woman is quite distinct, and it certainly cements Jack's relationship with her. It's such a relief to know that they are reunited...
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Date: 2005-11-08 07:07 pm (UTC)Pearl as femme fatale is an interesting concept. The woman, impossible to resist but fatal to embrace. She is certainly impossible for both Jack and Barbossa to resist--but she doesn't seem to have her own motivation for evil. Unless you could say that to possess her, Jack abandons law and takes to piracy. I always think of her as Jack's immortal beloved.
Yes, this is a little further along the fantasy scale than I normally draw. But of all the personified ships that I write, the Pearl has come the farthest into being an actual character rather than a personified one. I haven't published much of it yet, but I've written a lot. So naturally, she's started showing up in my imagination as well as Jack's. This little fic would indeed be quite unbearable if we didn't know that she will rescue Jack.
Thank you so much for your detailed comment.
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Date: 2005-11-08 08:22 pm (UTC)Fabulous story, and breathtaking artwork! (My stick figures fall to their knees and worship.)The first things that came to my mind were fallen angels and Egyptian death shrouds looking at that. And I love the description of her "mother-of-pearl eyes". Lovely, but quite a chilling mental image, too.
I'm going to echo the sentiments on the perfect symbolism of the dead bird.
"Every moment seems to slip off a silver chain of time like a precious gem—each heartbeat, each breath of foetid air. Oh God, each faintest scent of salt sea and limitless horizon." I *know* how it all ends, and this is brusing the hell out of my heart!
Awesome, honorat. Simply awesome.
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Date: 2005-11-08 09:58 pm (UTC)I don't know if I can afford the time it takes to have angsty drawings burn their way out of my fingertips and leave entire days in smouldering ruins very often.
*pats stick figures on the head. "Get up. I'm only human."* The Black Pearl, like her name, flirts with the dark side herself with those black wings and shimmering white eyes. And since her shroud-like sails were my inspration for her clothing, death wrappings is a good metaphor too.
I've always thought of that bird as a symbol for Jack, so when he is so close to a brutal end, I thought of that image as particularly nightmarish.
The whole idea of hanging Jack Sparrow is a travesty. When all he wants is freedom and the sea and the Pearl (synonymous), to be caged up and killed on land must be the worst kind of impossible to bear in those small hours when hope is gone. *here's some ice for your heart* He does escape!
Thank you so much for the lovely long comment. It means a lot to me.
*Wanders off hoping that your presence in my journal means you've posted that loverly Jack and Bill fic in your journal. Hope. Hope.*
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Date: 2005-11-08 09:56 pm (UTC)::worship:: I'm sorry I don't review for everything; I feel like I'm being redundant. ^^;
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Date: 2005-11-08 10:13 pm (UTC)Redundancy is not a problem. I'm happy anytime you drop by.
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Date: 2005-11-08 10:13 pm (UTC)wow
Date: 2005-11-09 12:55 am (UTC)This is definitely going in my memories! :-)
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Date: 2005-11-10 11:45 am (UTC)Gorgeous. Stunning. Incredibly beautiful. The living Pearl, the broken bird ... amazing imagery. *saves*
Like Elizabeth in her corset, I found it rather hard to breathe whilst reading this.
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