Hi!
Well, this is some pointless, J/E fluff that I wrote for no reason. Hopefully someone out there might like it.
Oh, and the quote I used...well I found it on some other website. It could be anonymous, or made by someone extremely famous. But it isn't something I came up with. Not mine, ok?
Oh, and obviously I don't own anything PotC. Damn.
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A Ship in the Harbour is Safe...
Wild. Angry. Dishevelled. Lost. Complaining. Dirty. Uncertain. Dangerous. Feisty. Bossy. Unrefined...
Beautiful.
An angel of the fallen variety. Out of place among us mere mortals, yet unknowing of her heavenly heritage. She is so exasperated by our faults and failings, but equally so with her own.
She is to be cherished. An object that should, by rights, be wrapped in the softest wool, and kept on the highest pedestal. But that is what 'they' do. That is what she hates.
No, she must be cherished properly. Force-fed rum till she sings raucous pirate songs. Thrown to the waves from the plank, purely to feel the water. Made to steer a ship through a storm, just to feel the freedom.
Giving her to that cautious blacksmith is like locking the fiercest battleship away in dry dock.
"A ship in the harbour is safe. But that's not what ships were built for." As the old sailors say.
In town, Miss Swann is, I daresay safe...
But that's not what you were built for, love.
Well, this is some pointless, J/E fluff that I wrote for no reason. Hopefully someone out there might like it.
Oh, and the quote I used...well I found it on some other website. It could be anonymous, or made by someone extremely famous. But it isn't something I came up with. Not mine, ok?
Oh, and obviously I don't own anything PotC. Damn.
***********************************************************
A Ship in the Harbour is Safe...
Wild. Angry. Dishevelled. Lost. Complaining. Dirty. Uncertain. Dangerous. Feisty. Bossy. Unrefined...
Beautiful.
An angel of the fallen variety. Out of place among us mere mortals, yet unknowing of her heavenly heritage. She is so exasperated by our faults and failings, but equally so with her own.
She is to be cherished. An object that should, by rights, be wrapped in the softest wool, and kept on the highest pedestal. But that is what 'they' do. That is what she hates.
No, she must be cherished properly. Force-fed rum till she sings raucous pirate songs. Thrown to the waves from the plank, purely to feel the water. Made to steer a ship through a storm, just to feel the freedom.
Giving her to that cautious blacksmith is like locking the fiercest battleship away in dry dock.
"A ship in the harbour is safe. But that's not what ships were built for." As the old sailors say.
In town, Miss Swann is, I daresay safe...
But that's not what you were built for, love.
