Title: Now Sleeps the Swann
Characters: Elizabeth (with references to Jack, Will, and Weatherby)
Rating: K
Word Count: ~150
Author's Note: Wrote this as a birthday present for djarum99 nearly a year ago (April 2010), and never got around to posting it outside my own LJ (first attempt at PotC fic and all). This is set sometime during AWE; the title is shamelessly cribbed (and altered) from the "Pink Floyd" song A Pillow of Winds. Hope you like!
Now Sleeps the Swann
The world above and the world below, separated by the glassy surface of the sea; in this place beyond the edge, where there is neither wind nor tide, and the Pearl coasts through stagnant waters, she sleeps.
Dreams of her father – gone now, lost to the deep. Would he be alive still, if she'd filled the role he'd wanted for her?
Visions of Will – his face alight with broken-hearted hope. Would he be here now, holding her, if she'd been honest?
Nightmares of Jack – who is but a plank-width from insanity with his rum-soaked breath, and hollowed eyes. There is a knowing smirk as shackles clamp down on his wrists; again and again and again. Would he have stayed, if she'd given him a choice?
Worn raw, and in need of an absolution that will not come, she is haunted by the storm plaguing her soul, instead of the sea.
~End