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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: 2006-08-22 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.