p align="JUSTIFY"Translation of one of my fanfictions, exploring the relations between Pirates of the Caribbean characters and the Endless. br /Reviews are welcomed, of course/p
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p align="JUSTIFY"The man was walking on the deserted beach, throwing his arms around, talking to himself. He was dressed in thin linen trousers, a torn and wet shirt that was beginning to dry under the tropical sun and a big hat with flashy trinkets hanging on it. He was barefoot, but he did not seem to care about the burns caused by the hot sand. He just walked, sometimes murmuring, sometimes screaming desperate curses. He was not trying to protect himself in the shade of the few palms that grew on the desolate island but contemplated the ship disappearing on the horizon./p
p align="JUSTIFY"His eyes were haggard. When the ship disappeared, a spark went out in his eyes. At that moment, he could have succumbed to despair and let himself go at the mercy of the waves or collapse on the beach and wait for the sun to wither and kill him. It was his ship that disappeared forever from his sight. The ship he had so much trouble winning, for which he had made a deal with Davy Jones himself. The Black Pearl, his soul, his love. The only life he had ever wanted./p
p align="JUSTIFY"When there was not even a black dot on the horizon, he fell into the sand, head first, as if struck by a stroke. The sun reached and passed its zenith but he didn't move. Finally, after hours of immobility, he managed to move a shaking hand and a haggard face. His mouth was cracked and full of sand. He uttered a pitiful moan, almost a rattle, before falling back, defeated. Finally, the heat of the sun on his neck made him roll on himself and he stared at the top of the near palm trees with an empty expression. He ran his tongue over his dry lips, not caring about the sand he swallowed. From his lips escaped a new rattle, disillusioned and hysterical at the same time. He ended up lifting a tired arm to protect his eyes from the glare of the sun./p
p align="JUSTIFY" /p
p align="JUSTIFY"Prisoner of his sorrow, he did not hear them approaching. Three, maybe four women stood there on the supposedly deserted island. The smallest girl, dressed in scarlet clothes and with multicoloured hair, floated in the wake of an invisible wind. She pointed out the castaway./p
p align="JUSTIFY""It's him. It's him."/p
p align="JUSTIFY""Jack Sparrow," named him the second woman, thin silhouette dressed in black./p
p align="JUSTIFY"The third, a small obese woman whose nudity was partially covered by voodoo tattoos,/p
p align="JUSTIFY"groaned in pain and scraped herself to the blood./p
p align="JUSTIFY""He suffers, oh, how much he suffers, he has nothing left."/p
p align="JUSTIFY""And his desires..." shuddered the last person with a throaty laugh. "Oh, that's interesting."/p
p align="JUSTIFY"He or she leaned to brush his cheek with two bare fingers. Jack Sparrow remained as motionless as a corpse. He was oblivious but he had draw the gaze of four of the Eternals./p
p align="JUSTIFY"There are men who would kill to attract the attention of one of the Seven Eternals and become his favourite. Men and women use voodoo or satanism to address the powers of this world, others kill to call Death to them and beg her to let them serve her for a longer life. Death never answers, of course. She values life too much to love those who waste it. Others beg Lord Morpheus to give them sweet dreams, and Desire is constantly solicited by humans guided by their desires. But most of the Eternals' chosen never asked for anything, and most would prefer they never attracted their attention, for it is a cruel gift. How many would rather kill each other than live under their power? And who would say they're wrong ?/p
p align="JUSTIFY"Fortunately for him, Jack Sparrow was totally unaware of their presence. Besides, if he had seen them, perhaps he would have given the same indifference to everything that was not the Pearl./p
p align="JUSTIFY""No," fussed Delirium seeing her brother/sister touching him./p
p align="JUSTIFY"The sole response of Desire was to scratch the pirate's cheek, laughing again. Only a look from the oldest one prevented him/her to continue. He/she straightened up with studied indolence./p
p align="JUSTIFY""Explain what you want, dear sister," Death said. "Why did you bring us here? This man's last hour hasn't come yet. He has many years ahead of him, maybe even an infinity of years if he gets what he hopes for."/p
p align="JUSTIFY"Hearing her sister talking, Delirium, who was floating next to her, rolled over and looked down at her. The tongue between her teeth, she thought intensely. Desire held back a mocking laugh./p
p align="JUSTIFY""I wanted ... I thought ... Do you think that smilodon is a pretty word?"/p
p align="JUSTIFY""Yes."br /"That night, I dreamed that fish caught humans and changed them into rainbows," she said dreamily. "Except that the rainbows were honey and gingerbread and not flesh and that solid and white thing that men have inside them."/p
p align="JUSTIFY""Bones."br /"No, not bones. It's not a beautiful word. Syringe is a beautiful word and chamomile and sparrow too. His name is Sparrow. Sparrow. I love birds. They fly, except when someone pulls their wings off. I was a bird once, and my wings were torn off, and I fell, fell, fell into the sky. Those who did this to me, I made them believe that they had a june bug that pushed them in their head. But it was not true. Or maybe it was?"/p
p align="JUSTIFY""Maybe. Did you want to tell us something else?"/p
p align="JUSTIFY""Yes. I saw him," Delirium insisted in a serious voice before creating multicoloured bubbles in the form of crabs. "Jack is mine. The Sparrow. I want him to be mine and no one else. Because he's like me and he hides a word."/p
p align="JUSTIFY""A word?" Desire repeated ironically./p
p align="JUSTIFY""I have it at the end of the tongue. A very big word that leaves a bad taste in the mouth."/p
p align="JUSTIFY""I do not know what you are looking for. Now, if you allow, I have better things to do. Don't you have a domain to manage?"/p
p align="JUSTIFY"Delirium frowned./p
p align="JUSTIFY""Yes, that's it. That's the word. Responsibility. He does not want it, and I want to keep him for myself. I want to play with him, and make him think of pleasant things. I do not want you to touch him, neither Dream or Desire, nobody. I want him to be mine. So I decided that I had to do things well and I bathed in sacred chocolate and I thought about it and I decided that I had to tell you, then I forgot, then I remembered again and I called you."/p
p align="JUSTIFY"Despair sighed and got closer to the fallen pirate./p
p align="JUSTIFY""He is not mine," she said in a voice that was astonished. "He could have been, he should be, he lost everything, but he is not desperate. Pity."/p
p align="JUSTIFY"She looked at him a few more moments and then sighed again./p
p align="JUSTIFY""I must leave you, sisters. "There is a prostitute in the streets of London who calls me. A man spat on her and she now she does not have a long time before the customers turn away from her. There is an epidemic of malaria and famine in Sudan. People cry, scream and kill each other to eat. My place is there."/p
p align="JUSTIFY"The little obese woman disappeared, and the atmosphere seemed to warm up. Desire shrugged./p
p align="JUSTIFY""He wants a lot of things, this man. The immortality, the rum, the warm thighs of Tortuga's whores. People's gratitude. I could play him like Orpheus played his lyre."/p
p align="JUSTIFY""Really?" Questioned Death, and Delirium's assurance broke./p
p align="JUSTIFY""He wants all this and more. Yet ... He is not mine. I do not understand."/p
p align="JUSTIFY"Death smiled at her and her gaze proclaimed that she knew the truth, so many truths inaccessible to her brother/sister./p
p align="JUSTIFY""It's because they are more complex than you want to admit."/p
p align="JUSTIFY"Desire chuckled and disappeared. Delirium turned to the last of her sisters./p
p align="JUSTIFY""Can you leave him to me? And ask the others to leave him to me? That way he will not be alone and neither will I be alone when I am alone. Well. You know."/p
p align="JUSTIFY"Death stared at her little sister with compassion./p
p align="JUSTIFY""He's yours Delirium," she said softly. "No one will take him from you until he dies, if he dies one day. You know I cannot promise you anything more."/p
p align="JUSTIFY"Her gaze went distant as she felt the crew of a slave ship die under the blows of the "ebony wood" it was carrying. Slaves fought with the energy of those who know they will die, no matter what. Duty called her. She faded into the landscape./p
p align="JUSTIFY"Delirium remained alone with Jack Sparrow. He had sat up during their conversation and remained frozen again, his gaze fixed on the horizon. She put one foot on the sand and clung to his arm without him noticing./p
p align="JUSTIFY""You are mine," she said tenderly to the pirate. "My sister said it, and the others will listen to her. We will never leave each other again. Except when I'm somewhere else or thinking I'm a flying fish with a house on my back flying in the ground. It happened to me already, and it was not. Sad. Or fun? I do not know anymore. Do you love me a little bit? "/p
p align="JUSTIFY"She stood on tiptoe and laid a small, wet kiss on the pirate's cheek, leaving the purple trace of her lipstick. Jack Sparrow jumped and put his hand to his cheek. He looked down at Delirium and smiled at her, briefly noticing her existence, before looking back at the horizon. From now on, a new spark dwelt in his eyes, a spark of both light and furious madness. He finally looked away, and Delirium handed him the gun with a single bullet inside that Jack had dropped when he reached the shore. Jack grabbed it and laughed./p
p align="JUSTIFY""This bullet is for you Barbossa," he whispered. "And now, I'm going to leave this place, even if for that I have to chain myself to sea turtles with the hairs on my back."/p
p align="JUSTIFY"He turned around and contemplated the deserted island./p
p align="JUSTIFY""Well, sailor! Let's see the stock of the resources before declaring it's time to abandon the ship. Is it me or does it smell like rum?"/p
p align="JUSTIFY" /p
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p align="JUSTIFY"a id="tw-target-text" rel="nofollow" name="tw-target-text"/aA few years later, on the deck of a ship stolen from the British Navy in Port Royal, Will Turner and Mr. Gibbs watched Jack pacing the deck looking at a compass that did not indicate the north./p
p align="JUSTIFY""He's a little ... crazy, no?" Will finally declare, embarrassed to see the pirate behave like he was drunk./p
p align="JUSTIFY""Oh yes," said Mr. Gibbs emphatically and with respect. "But do not say it too loudly. It could catch her attention. And you do not want her to be interested in you."/p
p align="JUSTIFY""Who?"/p
p align="JUSTIFY""The one which made Jack mad. Quiet !"/p
p align="JUSTIFY"Will did not understand. Who was this woman whose the old sailor spoke with fear and respect? He turned to observe Jack. The man sent a kiss to the mainmast of the ship, while continuing to turn around himself. Following his gaze, Will thought he saw green and blonde hair shine in the sun before disappearing in a laugh./p
p align="JUSTIFY"-.-.-./p
p align="JUSTIFY"The man was walking on the deserted beach, throwing his arms around, talking to himself. He was dressed in thin linen trousers, a torn and wet shirt that was beginning to dry under the tropical sun and a big hat with flashy trinkets hanging on it. He was barefoot, but he did not seem to care about the burns caused by the hot sand. He just walked, sometimes murmuring, sometimes screaming desperate curses. He was not trying to protect himself in the shade of the few palms that grew on the desolate island but contemplated the ship disappearing on the horizon./p
p align="JUSTIFY"His eyes were haggard. When the ship disappeared, a spark went out in his eyes. At that moment, he could have succumbed to despair and let himself go at the mercy of the waves or collapse on the beach and wait for the sun to wither and kill him. It was his ship that disappeared forever from his sight. The ship he had so much trouble winning, for which he had made a deal with Davy Jones himself. The Black Pearl, his soul, his love. The only life he had ever wanted./p
p align="JUSTIFY"When there was not even a black dot on the horizon, he fell into the sand, head first, as if struck by a stroke. The sun reached and passed its zenith but he didn't move. Finally, after hours of immobility, he managed to move a shaking hand and a haggard face. His mouth was cracked and full of sand. He uttered a pitiful moan, almost a rattle, before falling back, defeated. Finally, the heat of the sun on his neck made him roll on himself and he stared at the top of the near palm trees with an empty expression. He ran his tongue over his dry lips, not caring about the sand he swallowed. From his lips escaped a new rattle, disillusioned and hysterical at the same time. He ended up lifting a tired arm to protect his eyes from the glare of the sun./p
p align="JUSTIFY" /p
p align="JUSTIFY"Prisoner of his sorrow, he did not hear them approaching. Three, maybe four women stood there on the supposedly deserted island. The smallest girl, dressed in scarlet clothes and with multicoloured hair, floated in the wake of an invisible wind. She pointed out the castaway./p
p align="JUSTIFY""It's him. It's him."/p
p align="JUSTIFY""Jack Sparrow," named him the second woman, thin silhouette dressed in black./p
p align="JUSTIFY"The third, a small obese woman whose nudity was partially covered by voodoo tattoos,/p
p align="JUSTIFY"groaned in pain and scraped herself to the blood./p
p align="JUSTIFY""He suffers, oh, how much he suffers, he has nothing left."/p
p align="JUSTIFY""And his desires..." shuddered the last person with a throaty laugh. "Oh, that's interesting."/p
p align="JUSTIFY"He or she leaned to brush his cheek with two bare fingers. Jack Sparrow remained as motionless as a corpse. He was oblivious but he had draw the gaze of four of the Eternals./p
p align="JUSTIFY"There are men who would kill to attract the attention of one of the Seven Eternals and become his favourite. Men and women use voodoo or satanism to address the powers of this world, others kill to call Death to them and beg her to let them serve her for a longer life. Death never answers, of course. She values life too much to love those who waste it. Others beg Lord Morpheus to give them sweet dreams, and Desire is constantly solicited by humans guided by their desires. But most of the Eternals' chosen never asked for anything, and most would prefer they never attracted their attention, for it is a cruel gift. How many would rather kill each other than live under their power? And who would say they're wrong ?/p
p align="JUSTIFY"Fortunately for him, Jack Sparrow was totally unaware of their presence. Besides, if he had seen them, perhaps he would have given the same indifference to everything that was not the Pearl./p
p align="JUSTIFY""No," fussed Delirium seeing her brother/sister touching him./p
p align="JUSTIFY"The sole response of Desire was to scratch the pirate's cheek, laughing again. Only a look from the oldest one prevented him/her to continue. He/she straightened up with studied indolence./p
p align="JUSTIFY""Explain what you want, dear sister," Death said. "Why did you bring us here? This man's last hour hasn't come yet. He has many years ahead of him, maybe even an infinity of years if he gets what he hopes for."/p
p align="JUSTIFY"Hearing her sister talking, Delirium, who was floating next to her, rolled over and looked down at her. The tongue between her teeth, she thought intensely. Desire held back a mocking laugh./p
p align="JUSTIFY""I wanted ... I thought ... Do you think that smilodon is a pretty word?"/p
p align="JUSTIFY""Yes."br /"That night, I dreamed that fish caught humans and changed them into rainbows," she said dreamily. "Except that the rainbows were honey and gingerbread and not flesh and that solid and white thing that men have inside them."/p
p align="JUSTIFY""Bones."br /"No, not bones. It's not a beautiful word. Syringe is a beautiful word and chamomile and sparrow too. His name is Sparrow. Sparrow. I love birds. They fly, except when someone pulls their wings off. I was a bird once, and my wings were torn off, and I fell, fell, fell into the sky. Those who did this to me, I made them believe that they had a june bug that pushed them in their head. But it was not true. Or maybe it was?"/p
p align="JUSTIFY""Maybe. Did you want to tell us something else?"/p
p align="JUSTIFY""Yes. I saw him," Delirium insisted in a serious voice before creating multicoloured bubbles in the form of crabs. "Jack is mine. The Sparrow. I want him to be mine and no one else. Because he's like me and he hides a word."/p
p align="JUSTIFY""A word?" Desire repeated ironically./p
p align="JUSTIFY""I have it at the end of the tongue. A very big word that leaves a bad taste in the mouth."/p
p align="JUSTIFY""I do not know what you are looking for. Now, if you allow, I have better things to do. Don't you have a domain to manage?"/p
p align="JUSTIFY"Delirium frowned./p
p align="JUSTIFY""Yes, that's it. That's the word. Responsibility. He does not want it, and I want to keep him for myself. I want to play with him, and make him think of pleasant things. I do not want you to touch him, neither Dream or Desire, nobody. I want him to be mine. So I decided that I had to do things well and I bathed in sacred chocolate and I thought about it and I decided that I had to tell you, then I forgot, then I remembered again and I called you."/p
p align="JUSTIFY"Despair sighed and got closer to the fallen pirate./p
p align="JUSTIFY""He is not mine," she said in a voice that was astonished. "He could have been, he should be, he lost everything, but he is not desperate. Pity."/p
p align="JUSTIFY"She looked at him a few more moments and then sighed again./p
p align="JUSTIFY""I must leave you, sisters. "There is a prostitute in the streets of London who calls me. A man spat on her and she now she does not have a long time before the customers turn away from her. There is an epidemic of malaria and famine in Sudan. People cry, scream and kill each other to eat. My place is there."/p
p align="JUSTIFY"The little obese woman disappeared, and the atmosphere seemed to warm up. Desire shrugged./p
p align="JUSTIFY""He wants a lot of things, this man. The immortality, the rum, the warm thighs of Tortuga's whores. People's gratitude. I could play him like Orpheus played his lyre."/p
p align="JUSTIFY""Really?" Questioned Death, and Delirium's assurance broke./p
p align="JUSTIFY""He wants all this and more. Yet ... He is not mine. I do not understand."/p
p align="JUSTIFY"Death smiled at her and her gaze proclaimed that she knew the truth, so many truths inaccessible to her brother/sister./p
p align="JUSTIFY""It's because they are more complex than you want to admit."/p
p align="JUSTIFY"Desire chuckled and disappeared. Delirium turned to the last of her sisters./p
p align="JUSTIFY""Can you leave him to me? And ask the others to leave him to me? That way he will not be alone and neither will I be alone when I am alone. Well. You know."/p
p align="JUSTIFY"Death stared at her little sister with compassion./p
p align="JUSTIFY""He's yours Delirium," she said softly. "No one will take him from you until he dies, if he dies one day. You know I cannot promise you anything more."/p
p align="JUSTIFY"Her gaze went distant as she felt the crew of a slave ship die under the blows of the "ebony wood" it was carrying. Slaves fought with the energy of those who know they will die, no matter what. Duty called her. She faded into the landscape./p
p align="JUSTIFY"Delirium remained alone with Jack Sparrow. He had sat up during their conversation and remained frozen again, his gaze fixed on the horizon. She put one foot on the sand and clung to his arm without him noticing./p
p align="JUSTIFY""You are mine," she said tenderly to the pirate. "My sister said it, and the others will listen to her. We will never leave each other again. Except when I'm somewhere else or thinking I'm a flying fish with a house on my back flying in the ground. It happened to me already, and it was not. Sad. Or fun? I do not know anymore. Do you love me a little bit? "/p
p align="JUSTIFY"She stood on tiptoe and laid a small, wet kiss on the pirate's cheek, leaving the purple trace of her lipstick. Jack Sparrow jumped and put his hand to his cheek. He looked down at Delirium and smiled at her, briefly noticing her existence, before looking back at the horizon. From now on, a new spark dwelt in his eyes, a spark of both light and furious madness. He finally looked away, and Delirium handed him the gun with a single bullet inside that Jack had dropped when he reached the shore. Jack grabbed it and laughed./p
p align="JUSTIFY""This bullet is for you Barbossa," he whispered. "And now, I'm going to leave this place, even if for that I have to chain myself to sea turtles with the hairs on my back."/p
p align="JUSTIFY"He turned around and contemplated the deserted island./p
p align="JUSTIFY""Well, sailor! Let's see the stock of the resources before declaring it's time to abandon the ship. Is it me or does it smell like rum?"/p
p align="JUSTIFY" /p
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p align="JUSTIFY"a id="tw-target-text" rel="nofollow" name="tw-target-text"/aA few years later, on the deck of a ship stolen from the British Navy in Port Royal, Will Turner and Mr. Gibbs watched Jack pacing the deck looking at a compass that did not indicate the north./p
p align="JUSTIFY""He's a little ... crazy, no?" Will finally declare, embarrassed to see the pirate behave like he was drunk./p
p align="JUSTIFY""Oh yes," said Mr. Gibbs emphatically and with respect. "But do not say it too loudly. It could catch her attention. And you do not want her to be interested in you."/p
p align="JUSTIFY""Who?"/p
p align="JUSTIFY""The one which made Jack mad. Quiet !"/p
p align="JUSTIFY"Will did not understand. Who was this woman whose the old sailor spoke with fear and respect? He turned to observe Jack. The man sent a kiss to the mainmast of the ship, while continuing to turn around himself. Following his gaze, Will thought he saw green and blonde hair shine in the sun before disappearing in a laugh./p