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Three PotC drabbles [Aug. 29th, 2003|11:28 pm]
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Title: This Petty Pace
Fandom: Pirates of the Caribbean
Rating: PG-13
Words: 100
Notes: Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow / Creeps in this petty pace from day to day / To the last syllable of recorded time / And all our yesterdays have lighted fools / The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! - Macbeth (5.5.19-23), Macbeth

Barbossa had never thought such things were possible - like Miss Swann, he had never believed in ghost stories before he found himself in one.

But want to or not, he knew it was true. And his days were dust and ashes before him, an endless parade without warmth, sustenance, or sensation.

His choice was to shed innocent blood, or to remain undead forever. It was no choice at all, especially since the one donating their blood need not even die.

When he lived again, he was already mortally wounded. But even in his last moments, Barbossa's only emotion was relief.

Title: Instruments to Plague Us
Fandom: Pirates of the Caribbean
Rating: PG
Words: 100
Notes: The gods are just, and of our pleasant vices / Make instruments to plague us. - Edgar (5.3.173-174), King Lear

Jack can't believe it.

He's on an island with food (well, yes, dates and coconuts, but it would have done!), a plentiful supply of rum, and a girl. Paradise, one might have thought - lets him survive, for a while, and satisfy all his favourite vices at the same time.

So what does the girl do? She burns the rum. And the trees! What are they supposed to eat now? And yes, she says the fire will bring the Navy, but does she ever stop to think that they want to kill him? No!

Just? The gods are twisted bastards.

Title: Be Not Afraid
Fandom: Pirates of the Caribbean
Rating: G
Words: 100
Notes: Be not afraid of greatness. Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon 'em. - Letter (2.5.141-143), Twelfth Night

Will knows what he has to do.

Everyone he cares for has greatness of one kind or another. Elizabeth, of course, was born to it. Born to the aristocracy, the governor's daughter.

Norrington and Jack achieved it, in their different ways. Sweat and tears and blood, not all their own, until they were legends in their fields.

And Will? Will must take the greatness thrust upon him by his father, though he never knew it till now. He must go to sea - to piracy, and his own legend.

He hopes - he thinks - Elizabeth will go with him.
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Date:August 29th, 2003 - 03:46 pm
Three at once, nice to log on to!
This Petty Pace was very canon, I liked the fact that Barbossa felt relief even when dying. It really emphasised just what the curse was.
Instruments to Plague Us This is my favourite. I loved this scene and you got Jack's utter despair/annoyance/disbelivingness (which isn't a word I know) really well. The last line made me smile, a lot.
Be Not Afraid took a great saying and used it very well. I think Will may achieve greatness on his own eventually though, just think of those swords.