The Temper of the Sea
Summary: Drabble. Dark-Fic. There is no end to the depths of the sea's temper. He knows, because he feels it too.
Word count: 280
Disclaimer: Pirates of the Caribbean and all it characters belong to the mouse. I'm just borrowing them with every intention of giving them back.
A/N: Please review!
Fools, that's what they are. Trying to run—to hide— from me, it's not possible. I can find you.
I watch calmly as the sea's temper unleashes, and the depths of it anger can be seen.
Blue. The waves churn, angrily beating against the wooden hull of the ship. The shouts of men can be heard. A reef they say? Not likely.
Brown. Splinters fly wildly across the deck. The planks shatter, unable to hold the immense weight pressing down on them. Bodies and cargo alike are thrown from the impact.
The waves calm, the splinters drop. A hush falls over ocean as a ship burst from its depths.
Slowly I make my way across, my leg thumping on the deck, causing ripples in the water. I watch as a bloodied, terrified man runs at me, screaming, and pierces his sword through my stomach. I smile down at him, watching as he realizes just who he's dealing with. I pull the sword out at an agonizingly slow pace, listening, savouring the scraping sound it makes. When it's free I just hold it there, watching his face as terror sweeps over it. Very slowly I rest the tip against his chest, right above his heart.
Thump, Thump.
I plunge the sword in to the hilt, watching as he realizes what happened, watching as he falls to the deck, watching as he takes his last breath.
Red. I watch as red seeps into blue. Soon it will disappear, drowning the once precious liquid that drips from the lifeless body strewn across the deck. Blood to water. As simple as that.
You can't kill me. Why not?
I am the sea.