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bringmethatnpc) wrote2007-10-03 08:41 pm
bringmethatnpc) wrote2007-10-03 08:41 pm
AWE: In the Locker
The sun beats mercilessly down on the bone-white desert below, as well as on the black ship with black sails that lies beached in the middle of it.
There are no clouds; no water, no wind. No movement.
No sound--
sniff
A single peanut lies on a plate balanced on the ship's rail. Rings flash in the cruel bleached light as brown fingers nimbly tuck a clean scrap of cloth into the wearer's collar. Jack Sparrow carefully stabs the peanut with a fork, then glances around warily before lifting it to his mouth.
BANG!
Startled, Jack topples over backwards, still trying desperately to taste the single morsel of food.
As Jack falls to the deck, Captain Jack Sparrow blows the smoke from his pistol and shoves it back into his belt, grinning with feral triumph as he stalks over.
"My peanut."
Having claimed his own, he turns and snaps an order to
his crew, watching critically as (no one) Jack hurries to swab the deck, while (nobody) Jack scrambles aloft into the rigging and (nothing) Jack lies bleeding to death upon the deck.
"...help."
There are no clouds; no water, no wind. No movement.
(Nothing lives here.)
No sound--
sniff
A single peanut lies on a plate balanced on the ship's rail. Rings flash in the cruel bleached light as brown fingers nimbly tuck a clean scrap of cloth into the wearer's collar. Jack Sparrow carefully stabs the peanut with a fork, then glances around warily before lifting it to his mouth.
BANG!
Startled, Jack topples over backwards, still trying desperately to taste the single morsel of food.
As Jack falls to the deck, Captain Jack Sparrow blows the smoke from his pistol and shoves it back into his belt, grinning with feral triumph as he stalks over.
"My peanut."
Having claimed his own, he turns and snaps an order to
(There's no one here.)
his crew, watching critically as (no one) Jack hurries to swab the deck, while (nobody) Jack scrambles aloft into the rigging and (nothing) Jack lies bleeding to death upon the deck.
"...help."
(No one's there. No one else speaks. He's alone.)
(Then again-- Jack Sparrow's never alone. Not any more.)
(Then again-- Jack Sparrow's never alone. Not any more.)
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Jack shakes his head and starts back towards Del and the Pearl, then brightens.
"Oh! A rope."
He strides over and gives it a tug, then watches as it falls-- hissing against itself like a snake as it coils up on the ground.
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She nods.
"A rOpE."
And keeps drawing in the sand, tiny creatures one after the other.
"I cOuLd mAkE iT a PyThoN iNsTeAd."
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"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.
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.
(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.