Drabble: 'Ship of Fools' (Jack/Tia Dalma)
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dwgmStill another drabble for the 'Fool' theme...
~ Ship of Fools ~
“No! You must not go to him!”
“I have to.” Unable to think of an argument convincing enough to assuage her fears, Jack merely said it again. “I have to.”
Tia Dalma’s expression was some painful mix of anger, ridicule, and worry, and Jack knew it wasn’t for him alone. She came to him and put her hand against his chest, light as foam on sand. “Dis kind of love is a fool’s love, Jack Sparrow, an’ Davy Jones hate dat kin’ da most. Do you want to know what will come of dis in de end?”
He took her hand in his. “Won’t matter. I have to.”
Resignation replaced the anger. “So be it,” she nodded. Then her eyes shone soft, like moonlight on the sea. “But now, come. One last night I can be a fool -- for my trickster boy, no?”
“Aye,” Jack said, and kissed her.
~.~
~ Ship of Fools ~
“No! You must not go to him!”
“I have to.” Unable to think of an argument convincing enough to assuage her fears, Jack merely said it again. “I have to.”
Tia Dalma’s expression was some painful mix of anger, ridicule, and worry, and Jack knew it wasn’t for him alone. She came to him and put her hand against his chest, light as foam on sand. “Dis kind of love is a fool’s love, Jack Sparrow, an’ Davy Jones hate dat kin’ da most. Do you want to know what will come of dis in de end?”
He took her hand in his. “Won’t matter. I have to.”
Resignation replaced the anger. “So be it,” she nodded. Then her eyes shone soft, like moonlight on the sea. “But now, come. One last night I can be a fool -- for my trickster boy, no?”
“Aye,” Jack said, and kissed her.
~.~