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Title: Moments in Time
Author: [personal profile] whisperwords | [personal profile] megatron
Fandom: Pirates of the Caribbean
Pairing: James/Elizabeth
Rating: PG-13
Summary: AU - Elizabeth Swann never falls from the battlements. These are ten drabbles from that alternate timeline.
Disclaimer: PotC and the franchise belong to Disney, I'm just toying with it.
Word Count: 1,000 exactly.

Ten Moments... )
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Title: Storyteller
Author: [personal profile] whisperwords | [personal profile] megatron
Fandom: Pirates of the Caribbean
Pairing: James/Elizabeth
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Spoilers for AWE.
Summary: A father tells his children a bedtime story. Post-AWE.
Disclaimer: PotC and the franchise belong to Disney. I'm simply fleshing it out a bit. :)
Word Count: 3,986

Edmund Worthington was taller than his father, his shoulders were broad, and he wore his Naval coat with authority. )
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Title: Dreams
Author: [personal profile] whisperwords | [personal profile] megatron
Fandom: Pirates of the Caribbean
Pairing: Will/Elizabeth, James/Elizabeth
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Spoilers for AWE.
Summary: After the events of AWE, Elizabeth finds sleep a precious commodity.
Disclaimer: PotC and the franchise belong to Disney. I'm simply fleshing it out a bit. :)
Word Count: 2,775

Elizabeth couldn't sleep. )
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Title: Regrets
Author: [personal profile] whisperwords | [personal profile] megatron
Fandom: Pirates of the Caribbean
Pairing: James/Elizabeth
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Spoilers for AWE
Summary: She did not understand him; he always knew what he was doing.
Disclaimer: PotC and the franchise belongs to Disney; I'm just playing in their paddling pool.
Word Count: 1,595

There were a great many things that James Norrington knew... )
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Title: Hands
Words: 100
Fandom: Pirates of the Caribbean
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: PotC belongs to none other than Disney.
Notes: Written for [livejournal.com profile] challenge100’s challenge #29.

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Jack had never known hands rougher than his own. A life of rigging, sails, and splintering wood had given his hands character, and his grip on a foaming pint or a bottleneck was sturdier for it.

Then, one fine, rum-addled day, Jack had encountered the touch of a blacksmith.

Will’s hands were marred with scars and calluses, all wrought in years of metalwork and swordsmanship. His grip on the hilt of a sword was unmatched.

Neither man cared, however, in this moment of drunken debauchery, how they could grip a sword or a bottle. Their sandpaper hands were otherwise occupied.
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Title: Sickly-sweet
Author: [personal profile] whisperwords | [personal profile] megatron
Fandom: Pirates of the Caribbean
Words: 495
Rating: PG
Characters: Barbossa
Notes: Written for the Intoxication Challenge at Oxoniensis.
Disclaimer: Barbossa isn't mine, obviously.

It had been years... )
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Two drabbles for [livejournal.com profile] circe_tigana's 882 Pieces of Aztec Gold challenge.

These drabbles were originally under [livejournal.com profile] circe_tigana's post only. I've copied them here, just in case. The links beside the "titles" are the original locations.

One - [ here ]

His fingers wrapped tightly around the coin in his palm. He could feel his blood oozing around it, slicking the surface of the gold. He held his hand over the chest, preparing to drop the coin, and his mind flashed back to when he'd lost it.

"Tell me something lovely," she'd said to him, but his pirate's mind equated lovely with swords and hookers. Instead, he pulled the coin from his pocket.

"Here's somethin' lovely, m'dear," he said, tucking the coin into her bodice. She'd giggled gleefully.

On his return for the coin, however, she'd not giggled. No, she'd screamed.

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Two - [ here ]

Giles stared for a moment at the coin before throwing it into his trinket box with other small, shiny artifacts. He could only remember acquiring about half of them, and this was one of the more mysterious.

A gold coin marked with a skull. He looked it up in his texts without any luck. It remained in the box for a few years, untouched and unnoticed, until one day his Slayer came searching for aid.

"They're after me, I can't kill them. Giles, help."

"Tell me more about them, Buffy."

"Pirates. But when they walk in the moonlight, they're skeletons…"
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Title: Enchanted
Rating: PG-13
Fandom: Pirates of the Caribbean
Words: 100

Elizabeth's hair was gorgeous. Jack was in awe with how soft it was - even after their dip in the Caribbean - and as it brushed over his shoulders as she rocked on top of him, he decided there was something about it that made it the prettiest hair he'd ever seen (aside from his own, of course).

It wasn't until a few days later - after being nearly hung and chased around Port Royale - that Jack realized exactly what made Elizabeth's hair so beautiful. It wasn't the curls, the texture, or the length, but the color.

Elizabeth's hair was the color of rum.
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Title: Darkness
Rating: G
Fandom: PotC
Words: 100
Notes: Written by [personal profile] whisperwords | [personal profile] megatron. Originally written for [livejournal.com profile] challenge100.

Barbossa paced in his quarters, knowing that the sun would set within the next hour and that it would reveal the worst of his crew. The gnawing hunger in his gut was bothering him more than it had been recently; he’d become used to it in his long, cursed years.

He knew that all species liked the darkness. The moonlight provided only enough light to see where you were going, but still allowed you to hide.

Barbossa hated the night. He had slowly come to realize he was one of a select few who liked to hide in broad daylight.
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Title: Pirate's Dance
Author: Whisperwords
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: These pirates aren't mine, because if they were, shirts would not have been on the costuming list for the film.
Summary: Will and Jack share a dance of sorts.
Word count: 517

It felt like a dance to Will... )
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Title: Inebriation
Author: [personal profile] whisperwords | [personal profile] megatron
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: These pirates aren't mine. Otherwise, the film would have been much, much slashier.
Notes: This is for [livejournal.com profile] collie, because it was recently her birthday. Happy Birthday, Wifey!
Summary: Jack and Will find some rum.
Word count: 609

Will usually stayed away... )
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Title: Sleep on the Pearl
Fandom: Pirates of the Caribbean
Author: [personal profile] whisperwords | [personal profile] megatron
Rating: G
Disclaimer: None are mine. I wish they were, oh, the things I'd do to them...
Summary: Jack's up late.
Word count: 247

Jack hummed to himself as... )
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Title: Burn
Author: Teija
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Jack Sparrow, Will Turner, and Elizabeth Swann are the property of the Mickey Mouse Club. Er, yeah. Not mine, in any case.
Pairing: Will/Elizabeth
Summary: Elizabeth experiences sunburn.
Word Count: 669

Proper women never went out into the sunlight long enough for their skin to freckle, let alone burn. Elizabeth had never before experienced this type of pain - it was pain she could not control, it was pain she could not avoid. It was pain every time she smiled or laughed or frowned. It was pain when she blinked and pain when she sneezed. Most proper women would never even know this pain existed. The skin on her nose felt tight, like she was wearing a mask of leather, unable to remove it. She felt itchy, but whenever she scratched she felt a new world of hurt wash over her.

It hardly mattered, as Elizabeth felt she could never call herself a "proper woman" in the strictest sense of the term. After all, a governor's daughter who ran away to join the infamous Captain Jack Sparrow and his band of merry men was not quite the girl one would see as proper at all. Foolish, yes, but never proper. Elizabeth Swann, however, was never meant to be proper in the first place. She had dreamt of pirates and gold and ships with black sails ever since she was a small child, and at the first chance to fulfill her dreams and live the life she'd always wanted, she had leapt for the opportunity.

Of course, her skin was not so eager to escape the confines of the governor's mansion. After two decades of being sheltered away from the blazing hot sun, being thrust into full daylight for hours at a time was not a simple change. Her skin had gone from a pale, milky white to a raw, bright pink. Elizabeth felt she'd blend in with the sunset if she could stand to be on deck with the sun out.

"You'll get used to it," Will had said to her, an amused sparkle in his eye. Clearly she had missed the joke, as had she felt nothing but the need for relief from the burning sensation on her forehead, cheeks, and nose. Earlier in the day as she had walked past the captain his long, tangled hair had brushed past her crimson shoulder and caused her to jerk quickly away, eliciting a comment from Sparrow.

"Elizabeth," he'd said, leaning back in his drunken, swaggering way and looking her up and down, "You're a bit redder than you were yesterday." He'd punctuated the remark with a limp-wristed point at her before turning away and resuming whatever it was that he'd been doing.

The quips did nothing to ease the pain, especially in Jack's case, as he was usually fairly humorous and would cause her to laugh and only created more pain. It would pass with time, she knew, but for now all she could do was try her hardest not to move. The worst part was clothing - she would walk around the ship stark naked if it weren't for all the eyes - cloth rubbed against her skin and kept up a continuous, nagging torture from the moment she put on her clothes in the morning to the moment she took them off in the evening.

She sat in her quarters, keeping herself fairly still, attempting to read a book. She turned her head slowly when the door opened, revealing Will Turner to her, holding a bucket of water and a rag.

"Am I to help clean in this condition?" she asked, clenching her jaw a bit. She did not want to shrug off her responsibility, but she felt that if she had to move once more she would throw herself over the gunwalls and into the sea.

"No, I'm here to ease your pain," Will replied, putting the bucket on the floor. He knelt beside it, soaked the rag in the water, and then wrung it out again. He then folded the damp cloth into a square and pressed it gently against Elizabeth's sun-scorched forehead. She sighed deeply, a pleasure-filled sound. For the first time in two days, she felt relief.
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Title: High Tide
Author: [personal profile] whisperwords | [personal profile] megatron
Pairing: Jack/Elizabeth
Summary: Before the rum goes away, but after they find it.
Rating: R/NC-17.
PLEASE NOTE: It's sex, and I debated on whether or not it should really be NC-17 or not. It's not too terribly graphic, in any case. I just put both R and NC-17 on there to be safe.
Disclaimer: Jack and Elizabeth do not belong to me. Nor does the rum.
Word Count: 439

The rhythm of the ocean is not steady. Waves crash upon shores far and wide, large, foamy waves and small, rolling ones. The crash of a domineering wave barging it's way onshore intermingle with the gentle, rolling hiss of a smaller wave sneaking playfully up the sand.

A small island in the Caribbean, an island of no consequence, seemed a canvas onto which the ocean would play it's songs, the sand making note of the song until a storm would come from above and wipe it away, leaving a blank page for the ocean to refill. This island, today, sang songs of footprints, fire, and rum.

A man and a woman stood together, waist-deep in the ocean, rum-addled and covered in white Caribbean sand. As the waves washed ashore, they rocked together, bodies mimicking the crash and hiss of the water on the sand. They were intertwined, much like beads and bone were entangled in the man's hair.

"Can you hear the sea?" the man asked the woman in a low, rasping voice, running his rough pirate's hands along her bare shoulder and down her arm. She gave a whimper and a nod, and he brought his lips to hers. She could smell the rum on him, mixed with the musky odor of his sweat and the fresh saltiness of the ocean around them.

She could hear the sea, yes. She could feel it all around her. She felt every wave as it bobbed them up together and back down, and she could feel him accentuate the movement with a very fluid movement of his hips. His hands were planted on her hips now, and every time she moved up with the water he'd move her back down again with increasing fervor.

The wind had picked up, and the ocean's waves had become more demanding. Louder they crashed as they struck the island, harder they pushed as they rolled past the pair, and it seemed the wind would knock the two over when they stopped moving and simply wrapped their arms around one another. They moved to the shore, the man's drunken swagger accentuated by the waves nudging him to and fro as they rolled past him to the shore and then back out to sea. The two fell to the sand by their emptied bottles of rum.

"Jack?" the woman asked, yawning. She curled up by his side and he put one arm around her shoulders and pulled her closer still. He replied with a low, rumbling grunt. She meant to ask him something, but by the time her eyes closed shut, she had forgotten what it was.
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Title: Pirate's Peace
Author: [personal profile] whisperwords | [personal profile] megatron
Rating: G
Summary: Will watches Jack.
Disclaimer: Characters and pirate ship... not mine. It's sad, I know.
Word count: 218


Will watched as Jack stood at the helm of the Pearl. They had dropped anchor hours ago, and most of the crew had gone below to rest. But Jack remained on deck, wandering among the ropes and sails of his ship as if he were getting reaquainted. He swayed gently with the sea, pacing the deck. Will could hear Jack humming a low, raspy sea chanty as he came close. The song was one Will recognized but couldn't name; it faded as Jack got farther from him and grew louder as he turned and passed Will again. Bow to stern to bow and back again; it seemed that Jack couldn't get enough of his own ship. Will supposed that was the way it was supposed to be, after all. For so many years Jack had truly loved only one, pining from afar, waiting for his love to return to him. Now he and the Pearl - nigh uncatchable - were reunited, and Jack had found his pirate's peace. The expression on Jack's face proved it. The happy humming and the bright sparkle in his eye made it evident. Will stood, breathing in the salty ocean air. He took one last look at the captain with the perpetually drunken swagger - Captain Jack Sparrow of the Black Pearl - and disappeared below deck.
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Title: Dream
Author: [personal profile] whisperwords | [personal profile] megatron
Rating: G
Warning: Gives away an important Jack Sparrow moment from the film.
Pairings: None.
Disclaimer: Disney has my soul in a box.
Summary: Jack contemplates the Aztec Gold.
Word Count: 168

He didn't think it would have worked so quickly. He'd snatched the coin out of the chest on a whim; knowing it would return to the chest almost as soon as he'd taken it. With slight of hand he had hidden it, first in his palm and then within the folds of his clothing; not noticing the effect of the coin on his body. And then he'd been stabbed.

He waited for the blood. He waited for death, he waited for his body to disengage from his soul, but it didn't happen. He simply staggered backwards, shocked by the blow. Into the moonlight.

"Well that's interesting," he'd muttered. But interesting didn't begin to describe the thoughts in his mind or the look on Barbossa's face. And he'd continued fighting, knowing he was different, but still not feeling it.

And before he could fully realize that he was cursed and undead, he was alive again, and his brush with the Aztec curse and the moonlight seemed only a dream.

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