Soft lips on his jaw, slim hands tangling in his hair (easier now than the same action will be in the future, with the strands almost long enough to brush his shoulders and just two beads strung behind his left ear: the first strokes of paint on the canvas, the first planks nailed to the beams of the hull), the touch of something cool and smooth that he can’t quite name as it brushes across his chest. Cool and smooth and round, he feels as the lips move down his throat, and the magpie in his brain straightens to attention as it identifies a rope of pearls.

He twists, tries to wrap his arms around her properly, succeeds only in rolling out of his hammock and being rudely awakened by contact with the deck. It’s not until afternoon watch, when one of his shipmates compliments the new acquisition, that he discovers the black pearl braided in at his temple.

Title: Those Are Pearls That Were His Eyes
Author: rokeon
Rating: PG, Gen
Warning: Not deathfic, but there have been deaths in the past.
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Disclaimer: Poetry by Eliot, piracy by Disney.
Summary: Elizabeth's dreams, and reflections.


( She remembers te dream but doesn't let herself wonder. )

Title: Unstoppable
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: The Mouse sees all, knows all.

Notes: First attempt at a PotC fic, and barely that- 100 word drabble. Gen.

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They took several months to begin, but now new stories are carried by every ship that docks. Always moderately infamous, at the helm of the Pearl Jack has taken her mythos into his own, and now it’s Sparrow that’s uncatchable, unsinkable.

Sometimes Will recalls the list of crimes from Jack’s almost-hanging, and it seems like no rule of man could hope to contain a force of nature. He’s waiting to hear the tale of Jack’s escape, to hear about how the trapdoor dropped and Jack, calmly as you pleased, defied the law of gravity.

Captain Jack Sparrow will never die.