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Finished narrative, or open log if anyone wishes to tag in
When; Morning of Dec. 14th
Rating; PG
Characters; Jack![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
13_year_captain, so far
Summary; A dream come true too perfect to be believed: Jack Sparrow awakens aboard his lost ship
Log;
When Jack Sparrow awoke, it was with a smile. There was a familiar scent in the air, a calming and comforting creak to the boards, a general sense that he was home. The tricks of the city made him doubt himself, though. The longer he had stayed on the Swann, the more she had come to resemble his true ship. Could the city truly mimic her this well? He ran his rough fingers over the timbers of his cabin walls, over the imperfect glass of the aft window, over the unfurled and overlapping maps strewn across the table in is quarters and he was sure. Jack was sure this was his ship --his water stained Black Pearl-- as sure as a mother is in identifying her child.
Jack Sparrow had been through hell and back again for this ship. He'd seen her burned, lost beneath the waves, raised from the depths, stolen by his first mate, and dragged under again by a kraken. He gave up his life for her...twice. And the second time round, he had done so quite literally, while standing proud upon her deck. Getting the Pearl back was everything. Tia had asked him if he valued his ship over his life, over escape from this city, and Jack had said no. It felt like a lie when he said it, and now that he was once more safe in his ship's embrace, Jack wondered if it would be so bad to remain in this strange place...so long as he would have his Pearl there with him. So long as he would remain Captain.
This new ocean seemed vast, new citizens to take for what they could offer filed in and out of the City quite regularly, and Jack's precious ship was whole and safe once more. It had only been a matter of minutes and already Jack was finding it harder to think of fighting for escape. It had been chief among his concerns, but now he had what would always be most important to him under his feet and (presumably) once more under his command.
Jack moved to the wall of his quarters and laid both hands upon the warm, aged wood. He rest his cheek against that curving outer wall and whispered to the timbers.
"Good morning, darling. Missed you terribly. Did you miss me? Hmm?"
Rating; PG
Characters; Jack
13_year_captain, so farSummary; A dream come true too perfect to be believed: Jack Sparrow awakens aboard his lost ship
Log;
When Jack Sparrow awoke, it was with a smile. There was a familiar scent in the air, a calming and comforting creak to the boards, a general sense that he was home. The tricks of the city made him doubt himself, though. The longer he had stayed on the Swann, the more she had come to resemble his true ship. Could the city truly mimic her this well? He ran his rough fingers over the timbers of his cabin walls, over the imperfect glass of the aft window, over the unfurled and overlapping maps strewn across the table in is quarters and he was sure. Jack was sure this was his ship --his water stained Black Pearl-- as sure as a mother is in identifying her child.
Jack Sparrow had been through hell and back again for this ship. He'd seen her burned, lost beneath the waves, raised from the depths, stolen by his first mate, and dragged under again by a kraken. He gave up his life for her...twice. And the second time round, he had done so quite literally, while standing proud upon her deck. Getting the Pearl back was everything. Tia had asked him if he valued his ship over his life, over escape from this city, and Jack had said no. It felt like a lie when he said it, and now that he was once more safe in his ship's embrace, Jack wondered if it would be so bad to remain in this strange place...so long as he would have his Pearl there with him. So long as he would remain Captain.
This new ocean seemed vast, new citizens to take for what they could offer filed in and out of the City quite regularly, and Jack's precious ship was whole and safe once more. It had only been a matter of minutes and already Jack was finding it harder to think of fighting for escape. It had been chief among his concerns, but now he had what would always be most important to him under his feet and (presumably) once more under his command.
Jack moved to the wall of his quarters and laid both hands upon the warm, aged wood. He rest his cheek against that curving outer wall and whispered to the timbers.
"Good morning, darling. Missed you terribly. Did you miss me? Hmm?"