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tigriswolf) wrote2006-07-18 09:43 am
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Wings of Gold - PotC fic - PG13
Title: Wings of Gold
Fandom: Pirates of the Caribbean
Disclaimer: Not my characters. Just for fun.
Warnings: slash; timeline—somewhen in the future, after the third movie, I guess. And yet—there are no real spoilers unless you’ve lived under a rock for the last three years.
Pairings: What is the slash OTP of this fandom?
Rating: PG-13
Wordcount: 230
Point of view: third
Fandom: Pirates of the Caribbean
Disclaimer: Not my characters. Just for fun.
Warnings: slash; timeline—somewhen in the future, after the third movie, I guess. And yet—there are no real spoilers unless you’ve lived under a rock for the last three years.
Pairings: What is the slash OTP of this fandom?
Rating: PG-13
Wordcount: 230
Point of view: third
Jack Sparrow. Legend. Myth. Immortal for moments and never invincible, no matter the stories.
Expelled from Hell. Tossed from Heaven. Loved by the sea. Hated by land
In love with The Black Pearl. And a blacksmith-turned-pirate who could not love him back.
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Jack Sparrow. Escaped by the skin of his teeth and the wits of a fox and the dogged determination of a manboy who didn’t know how to stop.
Jack Sparrow—an enigma and damnedly obvious at the same time.
A slave to the ocean. A slave to the Pearl. A slave to the one person that ever truly saw him and didn’t even know. A slave to rough hands and bronzed skin and dark, dark eyes. A slave to gentle questions and harsh demands.
Jack Sparrow—thief and pirate and mortal.
Jack Sparrow. Free. Freedom. Safe haven for those who want an out, like the lad did.
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Offer someone kindness and you either get slapped or kissed. Jack didn’t know which he’d prefer. But the boy—the man—looked at him long and hard, then finally shrugged and chose.
Expelled from Hell. Tossed from Heaven. Loved by the sea. Hated by land
In love with The Black Pearl. And a blacksmith-turned-pirate who could not love him back.
-
Jack Sparrow. Escaped by the skin of his teeth and the wits of a fox and the dogged determination of a manboy who didn’t know how to stop.
Jack Sparrow—an enigma and damnedly obvious at the same time.
A slave to the ocean. A slave to the Pearl. A slave to the one person that ever truly saw him and didn’t even know. A slave to rough hands and bronzed skin and dark, dark eyes. A slave to gentle questions and harsh demands.
Jack Sparrow—thief and pirate and mortal.
Jack Sparrow. Free. Freedom. Safe haven for those who want an out, like the lad did.
-
Offer someone kindness and you either get slapped or kissed. Jack didn’t know which he’d prefer. But the boy—the man—looked at him long and hard, then finally shrugged and chose.
-
Jack Sparrow. Legend. Myth. And by his side, the stories go, a silent man fought and bled and killed. But only ever in defense of his captain.
Jack Sparrow. In love with the ocean and the Pearl and a blacksmith-turned-pirate named Will.