He catches the flash of motion out of the corner of his eye, barely in time to yank Lizzie around so that she can't see.
"Hold on!"
As she clings to him, Jack fires the gun at the line securing the rigging, then lets the musket fall and wraps both hands in a tangle of rope as the small topsail falls free of the mast.
A 'parasail', Wellard had called it once, when he'd been explaining tricks that might be used to make his own ship fly. Jack spares a second to think that he'll have to thank the lad for showing him this one as the canvas billows out into the wind of the storm, lifting them into the air and free of the sinking ship's deck, just as it's supposed to do.
(Even the blasted monkey, which scurries toward them in time to leap and catch the tail-end of the rope.)
As they soar higher into the air, Jack looks down at the maelstrom below, watching as the Flying Dutchman is dragged down to the sea's depths--
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Date: 2007-10-19 08:33 pm (UTC)"Hold on!"
As she clings to him, Jack fires the gun at the line securing the rigging, then lets the musket fall and wraps both hands in a tangle of rope as the small topsail falls free of the mast.
A 'parasail', Wellard had called it once, when he'd been explaining tricks that might be used to make his own ship fly. Jack spares a second to think that he'll have to thank the lad for showing him this one as the canvas billows out into the wind of the storm, lifting them into the air and free of the sinking ship's deck, just as it's supposed to do.
(Even the blasted monkey, which scurries toward them in time to leap and catch the tail-end of the rope.)
As they soar higher into the air, Jack looks down at the maelstrom below, watching as the Flying Dutchman is dragged down to the sea's depths--
(a captain goes down with his ship)
-- and as Will Turner goes with her.