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Nov. 5th, 2005 11:35 pmAmazingly, I've written a reply to the current drabble challenge at Black Pearl Sails (theme: Sunday). Except it's 600 words -- what's that? a sextuple drabble? It's one of those gapfillers, before the hanging, and features James and Elizabeth.
Appearances were deceptive, and though Elizabeth had been as quiet and colorless as James had ever seen her all through dinner, he cringed inwardly as the Governor’s guest spoke fatal words.
“I declare, I am quite sorry we make our departure at so early an hour tomorrow, and will thus miss the great event. How happy you will all be to see the last of the scoundrels hanged!”
Oh, my God. Of all the birdwitted…
The Governor stiffened, but Elizabeth paled, white as the table linens. There was a horrid silence as she glanced up at the three of them, and then she stood, abruptly. “Forgive me. I cannot stay.”
James stood, too, as she swept from the room.
“Have I said something amiss?” the idiot widow said, astonished.
James said to Swann, “I’ll go to her.”
“Thank you, James,” said the Governor, and turned to soothe his confused guest.
*
“She’s gone out to the gardens – perhaps out to the point, sir,” the Governor’s butler had told him, looking worried.
As well he might.
James strode out the library’s French doors and followed his betrothed.
The afternoon sun shone brightly, but there was a cool breeze. It rustled through the trees and shrubbery of the gardens, and blew chill across the headland where he found Elizabeth standing, hugging herself. She looked smaller than was her wont, against that vast backdrop of blue and silver.
He slowed as he approached, and came to stand close beside her, but he did not touch her, and she did not look at him. There was a long silence between the three of them: James, Elizabeth, and the shining sea. But finally she spoke, her voice not quite steady.
“Would it help if I went on my knees before you? If I begged you to spare him?” She turned to look up at him, still pale, her eyes bright. “I am quite willing to do so.”
“Elizabeth!”
She heard him, the pity and admonishment in that one word. Her lip quivered, and she firmed it; an errant tear slipped down her cheek, and she dashed it away. She turned to the sea again.
She was not hugging herself now, and so, after a moment, he dared to take her hand. It was cold and slender in his larger, much warmer one and, though she did not respond, neither did she pull away. But beyond this he could not go. It seemed to him that there was a distance set between them, one that could not be breached. Not now.
Perhaps never.
After a time she took a deep breath, and straightened.
He gave her hand a very slight squeeze. “I…I have made him a promise. He will be buried at sea.”
The hand trembled a little. When she spoke, her voice was rough with unshed tears. “Not at the Cay?”
“No. Nor in chains by the Thames.”
She looked up at him, then, and he could see she understood: it could have gone that way.
She gently withdrew her hand. “We should go back. Mrs. Greene will be speculating, no doubt.”
“Elizabeth…” he began, then hesitated. But she raised a cool brow in inquiry. “I wish you will not go tomorrow. There is no need for you to attend.”
He only wanted to spare her, but he could see immediately it had been the wrong thing to say. A hard look came into her eyes.
“You are wrong, James,” she said, her voice quite steady now. “There is every need.” She held his gaze a moment, then turned away, saying, “Come. Let us return to the house.”
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Sunday Dinner
Appearances were deceptive, and though Elizabeth had been as quiet and colorless as James had ever seen her all through dinner, he cringed inwardly as the Governor’s guest spoke fatal words.
“I declare, I am quite sorry we make our departure at so early an hour tomorrow, and will thus miss the great event. How happy you will all be to see the last of the scoundrels hanged!”
Oh, my God. Of all the birdwitted…
The Governor stiffened, but Elizabeth paled, white as the table linens. There was a horrid silence as she glanced up at the three of them, and then she stood, abruptly. “Forgive me. I cannot stay.”
James stood, too, as she swept from the room.
“Have I said something amiss?” the idiot widow said, astonished.
James said to Swann, “I’ll go to her.”
“Thank you, James,” said the Governor, and turned to soothe his confused guest.
*
“She’s gone out to the gardens – perhaps out to the point, sir,” the Governor’s butler had told him, looking worried.
As well he might.
James strode out the library’s French doors and followed his betrothed.
The afternoon sun shone brightly, but there was a cool breeze. It rustled through the trees and shrubbery of the gardens, and blew chill across the headland where he found Elizabeth standing, hugging herself. She looked smaller than was her wont, against that vast backdrop of blue and silver.
He slowed as he approached, and came to stand close beside her, but he did not touch her, and she did not look at him. There was a long silence between the three of them: James, Elizabeth, and the shining sea. But finally she spoke, her voice not quite steady.
“Would it help if I went on my knees before you? If I begged you to spare him?” She turned to look up at him, still pale, her eyes bright. “I am quite willing to do so.”
“Elizabeth!”
She heard him, the pity and admonishment in that one word. Her lip quivered, and she firmed it; an errant tear slipped down her cheek, and she dashed it away. She turned to the sea again.
She was not hugging herself now, and so, after a moment, he dared to take her hand. It was cold and slender in his larger, much warmer one and, though she did not respond, neither did she pull away. But beyond this he could not go. It seemed to him that there was a distance set between them, one that could not be breached. Not now.
Perhaps never.
After a time she took a deep breath, and straightened.
He gave her hand a very slight squeeze. “I…I have made him a promise. He will be buried at sea.”
The hand trembled a little. When she spoke, her voice was rough with unshed tears. “Not at the Cay?”
“No. Nor in chains by the Thames.”
She looked up at him, then, and he could see she understood: it could have gone that way.
She gently withdrew her hand. “We should go back. Mrs. Greene will be speculating, no doubt.”
“Elizabeth…” he began, then hesitated. But she raised a cool brow in inquiry. “I wish you will not go tomorrow. There is no need for you to attend.”
He only wanted to spare her, but he could see immediately it had been the wrong thing to say. A hard look came into her eyes.
“You are wrong, James,” she said, her voice quite steady now. “There is every need.” She held his gaze a moment, then turned away, saying, “Come. Let us return to the house.”
~.~
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Date: 2005-11-06 12:10 am (UTC)Mmm. Beautiful. Poor James... caught between his duty and his love.
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Date: 2005-11-06 12:36 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-11-06 01:41 am (UTC)"It seemed to him that there was a distance set between them, one that could not be breached. Not now.
Perhaps never."
It was as though I could see what was happening between them physically, as well as being able to see into James' confused mind. Yay for excellent stories.
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Date: 2005-11-06 02:48 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2005-11-06 05:55 am (UTC)But this:
... though she did not respond, neither did she pull away.... It seemed to him that there was a distance set between them, one that could not be breached.
and
She looked up at him, then, and he could see she understood: it could have gone that way.
What a bleak insight into what their life and marriage might have been without Will's (and Parrot's!) intervention.
After Mrs. Greene leaves, I see Elizabeth taking a plate of Sunday dinner to Jack - since she cannot accomplish anything else, at least she can give him a good meal.
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Date: 2005-11-06 06:02 am (UTC)It was a lovely thing to wake up to on a Sunday morning. Thank you.
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Date: 2005-11-06 07:04 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-11-06 07:22 am (UTC)Would it help if I went on my knees before you? If I begged you to spare him
James must know how much she means it. Elizabeth would not say this lightly.
there was a distance set between them, one that could not be breached. Not now.
Yes, that distance that began when James first was willing to rescue a governor's daughter but doom an orphaned blacksmith's apprentice has grown into a chasm of epic proportions. Their values are so at odds. The sad thing is that if James had given in to her again, their values would still have been at odds. I don't know if Elizabeth would have respected a man she had to manipulate like that--and that she could manipulate like that. They don't have the same definition of right and wrong.
it could have gone that way
Ah yes. The things that make James a good man. Very chilling, that this is the only mercy to be shown Jack. And Elizabeth having to contemplate how much worse it could be.
it had been the wrong thing to say. A hard look came into her eyes.
Oh, yes. If it's not a sight fit for ladies, what are you doing it for, Commodore? If you can't do your work in the light of her eyes, is there a flaw in the work?
The two of them are heart-breaking here. Just the perfect amount of angst. And I will very much be saving this.
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Date: 2005-11-06 07:29 am (UTC)Thank you for commenting! I'm so happy you thought it beautiful. :)
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Date: 2005-11-06 07:40 am (UTC)Yes, I think that time before the hanging was probably horrible for everyone concerned. Lots of opportunity for drama there.
Glad you liked this, my dear! Thanks so much for commenting. :)
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Date: 2005-11-06 07:42 am (UTC)Funny how these scenes come to one -- I was still in bed, half asleep when this one sprang into being. I'm glad I was able to find the right words for it!
Thanks so much for commenting. :)
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Date: 2005-11-06 07:45 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-11-06 07:53 am (UTC)Exactly. Their whole relationship smacks of tragedy, and there is great potential for angsty gapfillers like this.
Thanks again for the detailed comments -- you know how much I appreciate them!
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Date: 2005-11-06 08:22 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-11-06 09:17 am (UTC)That promise to Jack was spot on; James would understand the value of it and it would be something he could do over the protests that would come along from those who wanted the spectacle of deserved punishment. James is growing too, more greys amidst the black and whites now.
Very happy to see postings with your call sign on.
cheers
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Date: 2005-11-06 10:03 am (UTC)And then Elizabeth delivers the gut-punch of a line like "Would it help if I went on my knees before you? If I begged you to spare him?" God! James can do without that kind of histrionic, unthinking cruelty in his life. But having said that there is also something terribly brutal about “I…I have made him a promise. He will be buried at sea.” It is a very grim sort of mercy.
Heh, and I could so see Norrington being all mistakenly chivalrous and yet being impressed by the fittingness of her wish to be there.
Very powerful stuff, and they are worlds apart; it couldn't ever really have turned out well between them, could it. But how sad and how beautifully, beautifully done!
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Date: 2005-11-06 10:15 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-11-06 10:26 am (UTC)My Muse has been on hiatus this past month, but is finally beginning to make herself known again. I was wondering if I'd lost it, to tell you the truth.
I haven't had as much time lately, either, what with all the RL demands. I still have to finish reading your "Spirit From the Vasty Deep", which I was really enjoying! And I know there is another chapter of "Kettle of Hawks" up, too. Soon, hopefully.
I hope your house is doing all right, and that you are enjoying some Fall color. Haven't been checking the flist much lately, so I may have missed your more recent posts.
xo
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Date: 2005-11-06 10:38 am (UTC)Absolutely, and I can't see Elizabeth subjecting him to such a thing if it were not a question of life and death, and if she wasn't feeling utterly desperate about the situation. But I can see her doing it in those circumstances, just as she'd agreed to marry James out of desperation, to save Will's life.
I don't think so. James is really far more civilized than Elizabeth.
Thanks so much for the comments! I'm very glad you liked this.
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Date: 2005-11-06 11:16 am (UTC)RL can be pretty tough and sometimes there is no way to escape it. I've been through similiar things to what you're going through now and honestly the only thing that really helps is one's support group and time. Just doing whatever needs to be done next helps for a while too, keeps the little grey cells distracted.
The muse hasn't gone far, just taken the back seat until you need it, that's all. I hope my little ghost story cheers you up a bit. Kettle is coming along; I'm supposed to be doing Chap. 12 but ideas for the epilogue popped up so I'm writing that just so I don't lose it. It will be tied in later. Special Dellvery is back on the front burner as well as a couple of other stories that aren't on the net.
The house has stopped leaking for a while, the repairs and painting are done and I'm getting back to re-organizing the place so it at least looks civilized. The fall colour has been nice but the rain has kind of spoiled it. Mushy leaves just don't appeal like crisp dry ones.
Take care.
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Date: 2005-11-06 01:46 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-11-06 10:15 pm (UTC)"Birdwitted" is such a great word.
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Date: 2005-11-06 10:42 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-11-06 10:43 pm (UTC)I like "birdwitted", too! Sounds very period to me.
Glad you enjoyed!
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Date: 2005-11-08 10:31 am (UTC)Easier to read knowing Jack will survivie, but poor James.
Felaine
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Date: 2005-11-08 10:35 am (UTC)Glad you enjoyed this Felaine -- thanks for letting me know!
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Date: 2005-11-08 12:07 pm (UTC)This is just *beautiful*. The emotions, the imagery, the characters...
"There was a long silence between the three of them: James, Elizabeth, and the shining sea." -- That gives me goosebumps.
"She was not hugging herself now, and so, after a moment, he dared to take her hand. It was cold and slender in his larger, much warmer one and, though she did not respond, neither did she pull away. But beyond this he could not go. It seemed to him that there was a distance set between them, one that could not be breached. Not now." -- Ouch and wow. And shame on me for not being more eloquent...just ouch and wow.
I love how they relate to each other here...or how they try to relate, at least. I love the exploration of their relationship, and it seems like so few writers can be true to it. I despise fics where Elizabeth is painted as a spoiled, manipulative beyotch as much as I despise fics where Norrington is an evil blackhearted bastard, because both are just horrible misrepresentations of two very deep, complex characters. It isn't James' fault that Elizabeth doesn't love him -- but neither is it *Elizabeth's* fault. You've nailed them here. You've nailed what their relationship will be if they both try to force that particular square peg through.
I also like the respect James shows Jack. He's going to do his duty, he's going to stick to what he believes (for a little longer, anyway) is right, but now, he's not just hanging a pirate. He's hanging a *person*.
Wonderful, geekmama.
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Date: 2005-11-08 12:23 pm (UTC)I'm glad you liked this in spite of the angst. ;)
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Date: 2005-11-09 07:00 am (UTC)I just love Norrie-angst. It's just about all I can write at the moment, but your quality of writing leaves me gobsmacked. And jealous ;-)
It's something I would never have thought of treating, Norrington and Elizabeth each trying to convince the other to do the right thing. It never occured to me that Elizabeth would have campaigned against James on their dates (I know that's not the right word, but I'm too lazy to think of a better word for it).
The burial at sea also fits in with Norrington's character, and why he wore full dress uniform for what would have been, officially anyway, just another criminal hanging.
Haunting, angsty and beautiful. Well done!
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Date: 2005-11-09 07:36 am (UTC)Thank you so much for the thoughtful and complimentary comments! They are very much appreciated. I'm glad you liked it. :)
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Date: 2005-11-10 04:45 am (UTC)Thanks for the feedback on Safe Harbour, btw!
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Date: 2005-11-10 05:56 am (UTC)You're right. I do tend to write her that way, and she doesn't sound that way a lot of the time in the movie. But there are a few times in the movie where she does -- like that "Good day, Mr. Turner." Or some of her lines when she's dealing with Barbossa. In this case, I'm assuming the whole subject has become very awkward for her and James to discuss as she's already made her thoughts on the subject known to him, and to her father, repeatedly, and is not getting her way. And yet, it's too important an issue for her not to try one more time.
I'm glad you liked it, though. Thanks for the thought-provoking comments!
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Date: 2005-11-12 07:07 am (UTC)A lot.
It's just a great missing scene and you really caught the flavor of the polite, but passionless marriage it would have become.
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Date: 2005-11-12 07:29 am (UTC)I'm afraid so, if the hanging had proceeded as planned. So sad, as they are both good people. But their fundamental differences would have precluded real happiness, I think, at least in that point in their lives.
I'm so happy you enjoyed this!
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Date: 2005-11-16 03:38 pm (UTC)Glad you enjoyed it, though!
I hope college is proving lots of fun back there in NYC -- you lucky thing, you!
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Date: 2005-11-18 09:36 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-11-18 10:04 am (UTC)Wow! Lovely!
I'm assuming you're a Norrington gal? As an Elizabeth girl, I thank you so much for making Elizabeth a real person; someone with morals and ideals and standards. Hers just aren't Norrington's. Unfortunately I've read some Norrington/Elizabeth stuff that paints him as Wonderful and her as Whore. This was a lovely, wonderful, refreshing take on their relationship. They *are* both good people; just not right for each other.
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Date: 2005-11-18 11:19 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-11-18 11:40 am (UTC)So happy you enjoyed reading this! Thank you very much for commenting.