Monday Morning Angst
Jun. 13th, 2005 10:30 amI would so much prefer to be on vacation today. Perhaps that thought has inspired this, my answer to this week's drabble challenge at Black Pearl Sails:
There was an audible gasp from behind him as he let the crown slip from his fingers. It didn't make much of a splash. Surprisingly numb, he watched it as it faded, falling into transparent black, turning and winking where the moonlight penetrated, ghostly silver fingers on buttery gold and colorful cut gems.
Gone. Then, a second later, a final glimmer from the depths.
Then gone, indeed.
Behind him, Elizabeth found her voice. "Jack! Why?"
He raised his eyes. Past stone and rippling silver water, to where the great ship lay anchored, waiting.
"Burial at sea, Miss Swann."
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~ Lost Treasure ~
There was an audible gasp from behind him as he let the crown slip from his fingers. It didn't make much of a splash. Surprisingly numb, he watched it as it faded, falling into transparent black, turning and winking where the moonlight penetrated, ghostly silver fingers on buttery gold and colorful cut gems.
Gone. Then, a second later, a final glimmer from the depths.
Then gone, indeed.
Behind him, Elizabeth found her voice. "Jack! Why?"
He raised his eyes. Past stone and rippling silver water, to where the great ship lay anchored, waiting.
"Burial at sea, Miss Swann."
~.~
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Date: 2005-06-13 10:56 am (UTC)(Apologies for commenting here rather than at BPS - i tend to never comment much there for some reason or other)
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Date: 2005-06-13 11:02 am (UTC)(No apology necessary--comments are appreciated anywhere! -- and it's easier to reply, here, too.)
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Date: 2005-06-13 11:38 am (UTC)Just, ow.
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Date: 2005-06-13 11:52 am (UTC)*sniffles, dolefully*
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Date: 2005-06-13 02:04 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2005-06-13 03:01 pm (UTC)I like the notion that he's committing part of himself along with the crown. And while it seems like such a priceless thing to let go of, it's worthless to him, compared to what he came seeking and lost.
Subtle and sad, and very good, geekmama.
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Date: 2005-06-13 04:12 pm (UTC)I don't think I could bear to write things like this, otherwise.
I'm glad you liked it. :)
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Date: 2005-06-13 04:13 pm (UTC)That was the point--so happy you got it! I'm glad you liked it, in spite of the angst. ;)
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Date: 2005-06-13 04:21 pm (UTC)That was the other point (see my reply to
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Date: 2005-06-13 04:46 pm (UTC)(seems that should be the first line of a poem....)
so I will just say that you do 'Monday morning angst' the way that you do everything else - beautifully! Angst well written, my dear.
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Date: 2005-06-13 05:43 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-06-13 06:35 pm (UTC)Oh. And that person who said you should write something longer? Well, they're right.
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Date: 2005-06-13 06:37 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-06-14 12:40 am (UTC)Wonderful and touching little drabble.
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Date: 2005-06-14 12:48 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-06-14 07:43 am (UTC)Then gone, indeed.
Along with his plans and hopes and dreams.
Apparently Monday Morning Angst suits you quite well. Excellent look a what happened right after we leave that scene. Richly done and sad and beautiful.
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Date: 2005-06-14 07:56 am (UTC)Exactly. Poor Jack. *sheds a tear*
Glad you liked this, in spite of it being unusually angsty (for me).
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Date: 2005-06-15 01:23 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-06-15 02:59 am (UTC)Speaking of which ... if you're not too busy, could you beta something for me, please? It's an angsty Jack/Scarlett one-shot of about a thousand words.
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Date: 2005-06-15 05:47 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-06-15 05:52 am (UTC)Thanks so much for the comments. I'm glad you liked it.