A/N: Contains vague spoilers for PotC: AWE. When last written, the crew had seen a bright green flash on the horizon.

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( Flannelette...shall I compare thee to a summer's day?)

Dedicated to the late, great Nytd. A glass raised to you, ma'am.


It's the end of the world as we know it...


The glow caresses

Flannelette;

Green highlights

Bless each curl;

The awe-struck, ice-bound crewmen gaze at burnished locks, delighted,

Whilst Lizzie, in the background, finds the vivid, verdant hues

Just drain her face of colour; pale and sickly shades united.

~0~

The crew begins

To speculate

Upon the

Bright display;

What peril has revealed itself with such illumination?

Young Flannelette has studied such phenomena before:

And shares her published thesis in a gripping presentation.

~0~

Her set of slides

And handy small

Projector

Safely stowed,

She referees some lively and informative discussions:

On how to rescue Captain Jack, fulfil the brethren code,

And dodge unhelpful outcomes and unpleasant repercussions.

~0~

Tia Dalma

Holds her tongue;

She knows

Their strife-filled world;

Their future paths, their present state, each unplanned consequence.

Her time will come, the Fates decree; till then, she'll bide her time

And hope this ragged pirate crew employs some common sense.

~0~

And Will

Regards his sweetheart

As her greenish

Pallor fades;

Considers secrets held and whose opinion of him matters;

His shell-shocked, sea-trapped father; the fair hand of Lizzie Swann,

And...goodness, how the failing light on Flannelette still flatters!

~0~

Barbossa keeps a

Weary eye

On all

'Neath Sao Feng's sail,

Aware that distant, unseen tides are destined to be stranger;

Determined to press on ahead towards that distant light,

Despite much more than gentle hints of clear and present danger.

~0~

And Lizzie,

Looking not her best,

Appraises

Flannelette;

A little miffed that nothing seems to dull her clear complexion.

She'll love her blacksmith, heart and soul, until her dying day,

But finds it rather wearing to compete with such perfection.

~0~

And Flannelette,

Dear Flannelette,

Surveys the

Seas ahead

As, following a ship-wide vote, the valiant junk sails on

Towards a churning waterfall, the edge of all they know;

She boldly goes where lost, condemned and undead souls have gone...

~0~


Will Will ever stop being distracted by Flannelette?

Is Lizzie just a tiny bit jealous?