AWE: On the Beach of Davy Jones' Locker
Oct. 3rd, 2007 08:46 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
It's a long, unpleasant fall from the edge of the world into Davy Jones' Locker, there's no question at all of that.
And it's a truly ragtag group that eventually finds its way one by one up onto the beach. Still, despite the fact that they're all half-drowned and bedraggled, they're doing better by far than their ship.
That unfortunate vessel's washing up on the beach as well-- in pieces.
And it's a truly ragtag group that eventually finds its way one by one up onto the beach. Still, despite the fact that they're all half-drowned and bedraggled, they're doing better by far than their ship.
That unfortunate vessel's washing up on the beach as well-- in pieces.
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Date: 2007-08-19 05:33 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-08-20 01:45 am (UTC)Men are still staggering out of the water, but Elizabeth is already on the beach, searching for the man she'd come here to rescue.
"I don't see Jack," she says, worried. "I don't see anyone."
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Date: 2007-08-24 08:32 pm (UTC)"He's here." His voice is filled with the mild annoyment of someone getting fed up with having to explain every little thing "Davy Jones never once gave up what he took."
But this time he will. Oh, yes, he will.
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Date: 2007-08-25 09:59 am (UTC)The water soaking his trousers evaporates quickly in the heat, leaving them sodden with salt as he staggers up in time to here Barbossa's snide confidence.
"but does it matter?" He demands, still angry at the sudden tumble. "We're trapped here by your doing, no different than Jack."
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Date: 2007-08-27 05:55 pm (UTC)One more stretch of beach.
Usually no different than the countless others he has passed. So it can be forgivable if it takes Wellard a moment to notice the pieces of wreckage that have been washed up by the waves, and to look up further to see the...
("You're dead. You cannot be here.")
People.
One of the chinese pirates shouts and points, but the figure walking towards the group is certainly not Jack Sparrow. And by the look in Wellard's eyes, he would be far from surprised if they all simply just vanished.
("That is where you have been, Mr Wellard?")
"... Gibbs? Miss Swann?"
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Date: 2007-08-27 07:26 pm (UTC)Surely not.
Marching toward him as quickly as she is able while burdened with dripping clothes, Elizabeth pushes wet hair off her forehead and exclaims, "Mr. Wellard!"
Her voice is thick with shock. Mouth open, she reaches out to grab his arm and ascertain that he's real.
"What is this? How did YOU come to be here?"
If there was a quicker way -- one that didn't involve delay after delay and tumbling over the edge of the world -- Elizabeth is going to be quite irked.
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Date: 2007-08-27 07:51 pm (UTC)"He was on the ship, Miss Swann. He was there when Jones took her back." And if Gibbs feels any guilt that Wellard was claimed and he himself wasn't, you'll never be able to prove it. Or find it. "And isn't he a sight for sore eyes?
"How are you, lad?" He extends his hand, and beams. If one could survive the locker, so could two, after all.
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Date: 2007-08-27 11:39 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-08-28 02:43 pm (UTC)He stands back, gazing upon Wellard like he was something just scraped from the deepest levels of the PEarl's holds after a particularly long period of not cleaning the hull.
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Date: 2007-08-28 02:51 pm (UTC)"If he's here," he says, for the sake of the general crowd on the beach, "where's Jack?"
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Date: 2007-08-29 06:47 am (UTC)"I was on the ship." Said carefully, Wellard avoids Gibbs question even as he shakes the man's hand, before glancing at the rest of the group on the shore.
"I don't know." To Will, before looking back at the shoreline. "I haven't seen anyone, since-"
Wellard frowns, cutting off the rest.
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Date: 2007-09-03 04:35 pm (UTC)No one else notices, but her feet are bare and the skin is sensitive: she feels the shifting of the sand one grain at a time. It makes her step carefully, slowly, her eyes on a pale rock that tumbles from the dunes to resolve itself into a white stone crab that scuttles into the shade of her skirt. She bends down to cup it in her palm and straightens, running a fingertip lightly, lovingly, along its shell. The crab calms, settles. Its claws tickle her skin.
She's some distance from the others now, but doesn't bother to raise her voice. Instead, she speaks to the crab. "Wicked Jack is closer than you think."
Her voice is full of laughter, and her eyes, when she gazes up at the dunes with fierce satisfaction, are very bright.
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Date: 2007-09-15 12:49 am (UTC)At first, the soft hissing isn't that different from the crash of waves on the shore.
Except, of course, that it's coming from the wrong direction.
--ssssSSSShhhhHHHH--
The sound grows louder and louder, sand slipping over itself as the edge of the dune begins to pour downward toward the beach as if pushed from behind.
Which, as it turns out, is exactly what's happening.
The dark shapes of the Black Pearl's masts and sails appear first, silhouetted against the brilliant blue sky, and then the ship herself sails into view-- borne over the desert on a wave of skittering crabs.
As she crests the dune and begins the descent, the figure of her captain comes into view as well. Jack's standing on the rail of the foc'sle, one hand wrapped tightly in the rigging, and his gaze is fixed on the ocean beyond.
(bring me that horizon)
The Black Pearl slides across the beach and into the water, and as the sea spray explodes around her in a series of giant, fountaining splashes, Captain Jack Sparrow smiles.
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Date: 2007-09-22 07:01 am (UTC)And it was in this moment--while the witch smiled and pet something in her hand, and all of them watched the ship sail by--that Tai Huang began to realize just how much he might not have realistically prepared for what exactly this quest would entail.
Unable to hold his tongue, the word spilled out.
"Impossible."
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Date: 2007-09-23 05:07 pm (UTC)It's a scene that, quite frankly, defies words.
Ragetti points, as if anyone could fail to spot the great dark ship amongst the pale dunes, and says helpfully: "...boat!"
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Date: 2007-09-23 05:50 pm (UTC)This would almost be normal.
("What a man can do-")
He glances at Ragetti, then back to the Pearl settling in the water. Quietly, Wellard shakes his head. "Ship."
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Date: 2007-09-23 07:06 pm (UTC)"Slap me thrice and hand me to my mama, it's Jack!"
'Tis truly an iconic moment in a life of such moments for captain and first mate.
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Date: 2007-09-23 07:54 pm (UTC)Everything will be all right.
Smiling with wonder, Elizabeth starts forward to greet the pirate they'd come to find, but then she hesitates,
(I'm not sorry)
not at all sure of her reception.
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Date: 2007-09-25 11:17 am (UTC)"It's the Captain!" Pintel says, stating the obvious in his relief.
'Cause everything's going be all right now, right? Jack's unpredictable, but he sure makes you feel better being around.
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Date: 2007-09-25 06:49 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-09-25 07:04 pm (UTC)"Rrrak!" The parrot warns. "Hide the Rum!"
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Date: 2007-09-25 11:07 pm (UTC)He's not smiling. In fact, Jack looks rather dangerous just at the moment.
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Date: 2007-09-26 12:14 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-09-26 12:16 am (UTC)"Mr. Gibbs!"
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Date: 2007-09-26 01:23 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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