Date: 2007-10-02 05:18 am (UTC)
pirate_jack: (it's a dry heat)
From: [personal profile] pirate_jack
Jack makes a face at her.

"Not helpful."

He turns back to the Pearl, staring up at the ship for several long seconds, then takes the rope and lashes it to the bow.



"Can't... leave... her... like this..."

The panted explanation is accompanied by the desperate scraping of his boots against the solid ground, as Jack struggles to pull his ship forward-- to move her--

(to sail)

--in the end going nowhere at all.

Time passes.


(There is no way to measure time here.)



Jack is lying collapsed on the ground in the ship's shadow, the rope fallen just beyond the reach of his fingers.


(click)

There are more rocks lying scattered across the ground now.

(They aren't rocks.)


(click-snap)

With a cracking sound, the rock crab unfolds its legs and blinks its eyes, then skitters sideways and snaps its claws at the rest of them, chittering.

(click click snap click)

One after another, the rock crabs rise and follow the leader toward the ship.



(sssssshhhhhSSSSSSHHHHH)


He opens his eyes, looking upward in blank confusion as the shadow passes over him. A second later, his jaw drops, and Jack bolts upright, staring.

The Black Pearl is sailing over the desert, borne on a wave of crabs.

(bring me that horizon)

Jack looks around wildly, but doesn't wait long.

A second later, he takes off running after his ship.
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