calmAuthor:
djarum99Rating: PG-13
Pairing: J/E
Disclaimer: Disney owns the world of pirates, and I make no profit
A/N: A very wordy drabble, in response to the
blackpearlsails prompt “soul.” Inspired by a conversation with mary684 about the wisdom of children, and the nature of unrequited love.Cruel is a matter of perspective...
The sky has claws, the sea is screaming, and the lost bird plummets from a snarling heaven - it isn't supposed to happen this way, they shouldn’t be here, Will impaled by his beautiful doom-forged sword...Elizabeth, wearing the face of a dying child. Blood seeps into greedy boards, shimmers pale as watered wine - it should have been his, from a willing heart, a fair red toll for transformation and the silence of white-sand terrors.
Red sacrifices for immortality...he’s back in the Locker, and the vengeful sword is his - he’s run himself through and all he can see in those eyes, his own, is pity, forgiveness, a blind and searing love. Love, a bond so easily severed... Jones is wrong, the rain is singing, and Jack has made a pirate’s choice, found the things he can and cannot do in his weary patchwork soul.
He guides Will’s hand to destiny, though there’s nothing in it for him but a kind of aching peace. A good man's ghost has followed him back from hell - he can live with that. Not forever, perhaps, but Jack’s a sterling optimist with an eye for the second chance, the exultant possibilities, life’s ironic hopeful dance.
Elizabeth struggles, his fierce and broken Nemesis, clings to love and then to him, warm against his chest. Her scent is salt, blood and tears, the sea. Water binds them as it always will, and they're drowning in the vortex as it swallows their dreams, births a liquid future. He knows they will save each other again, that this is not their ending. For now, it’s enough.
The wind bares mirthless teeth and Jack Sparrow finds his wings, soars.
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