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Aug. 9th, 2006 08:58 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bringmethatnpcThe longboat moves slowly upriver, burdened with more than the weight of its passengers.
All around them, standing waist-deep in the water and amidst the trees, the people of Tia Dalma's swamp have gathered to mark this passing. Each of them carries a candle whose flickering flame reflects from the surface of the water.
In the dimness, the marks of tears show brightly in the candlelight.
Even the natural sounds of the swamp are muted, this evening, buried beneath the low moaning chant that echoes eerily through the air. As the boat approaches, the mourners let it pass, and then draw together once more as they turn to watch its path.
All around them, standing waist-deep in the water and amidst the trees, the people of Tia Dalma's swamp have gathered to mark this passing. Each of them carries a candle whose flickering flame reflects from the surface of the water.
In the dimness, the marks of tears show brightly in the candlelight.
Even the natural sounds of the swamp are muted, this evening, buried beneath the low moaning chant that echoes eerily through the air. As the boat approaches, the mourners let it pass, and then draw together once more as they turn to watch its path.
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Date: 2006-08-17 04:00 pm (UTC)There are some choices Elizabeth never thought she would have to make. Choice and decision, for you can't have one without the other here, though one feels heavier on the tongue. The choice made because she wanted to live, wanted to wake each morning and feel the sea breeze, wanted to breathe without the scent of the kraken’s foul breath -- curse Gibbs for telling the tale -- but wouldn't Jack have wanted the same?
He had done the right thing by returning, and then she did something else entirely.
(Pirate)
With the manacle on his wrist and the beast below, Jack had looked at her and smiled, something like approval in his eyes, the curve of his lips.
Every decision she had made since removing the medallion from its hiding place had led her to this point. Jack had been right. She longs to do what she wants, craves that freedom.
(Take what you want, give nothing back)
The Pearl had been Jack's freedom, and she chained him to it, making him a prisoner at the last, even if he was bound to the one thing he loved above all else.
Elizabeth turns away from the others, meeting the eyes of a young woman standing waist deep in the dark waters. She catches her breath as a silent tear falls down the other woman's face, and the flame of her candle flickers. At that moment, as awful as she feels, Elizabeth knows-
She would do it again.
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Date: 2006-08-18 07:14 pm (UTC)Right now, he's mainly thinking that the low humming is unsettling, and the way the mourners close behind the longboats makes him nervous.
If he's dwelling much on the fact that they left Jack, and that the captain went down with his ship . . . Well, he's not showing it much.
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Date: 2006-08-22 03:37 am (UTC)Raise your voice in his memory. Don't mark his passing in silence.
Tears, because grief should not be held inside.
Let them pass. Tia Dalma will give counsel and comfort.
Prayers, because prayers are always spoken over the dead.
Light a candle for our captain, a great lover of the sea.
Candles, to guide Jack home.