Somewhere amid the quiet and Elizabeth's panicked cries, between the splash of the rope and the hush of water against the boat that carries Weatherby Swann into eternity, bare feet have padded over rough boards and Tia Dalma looks up at Will with a strange intensity in her dark eyes.
"A touch," she says, as though willing him to understand her, "of destiny."
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Date: 2007-09-30 04:09 pm (UTC)"A touch," she says, as though willing him to understand her, "of destiny."