**Disclaimer: Alllllllrrrrrrright! Here's the deal. I love this story, but November is a bad month! BAD! Too many papers, exams coming up *pants* I can't write creatively AND not fail Latin etc... so this short-ish chapter will have to suffice until Decembertime. Check my profile for update info. Exams should be over the first week of December. Okay, so now let's get to business! Oh, yes... don't own PotC etc... *yawn*
Jade LaBeouf: Sorry for the wait! Oh so, so sorry! *cries* will you ever forgive me?
Mouself: I like Muffin too, I'm thinking of keeping him on ;-) 'Furby of The Caribbean'? lol
Erinya: Well, I do strive for originality! ;-) thanks for comin' out. Have a plushie.
GemGem: Wha?? Forgetting to review? That's kind of creepy... I wonder who else is reading this! Gah!
Syth Colbalt: *smiles* Thanks. The cell phone... erm. That phase of the story was a bit less in 'reality' than this later stuff. Uhm.. it's a work in progress? (I was too lazy to have them be asked to find it blah blah...
Me: So didn't update soon enough!
Thalia: This is for you, Hon! You spurred me into updating early. I'm only sorry that this chapter is so short. The other ones will be longer, I assure you!**
Jack's rusty finger made a nearly inaudible noise as it slid across the cloth-paper, opening it gently. The words of the poem sprawled into view down the centre of the page. Jack's eyes kindled as he snuck a glance at Elizabeth's rather flushed expression and grinned. He sighed softly and tilted his head.
"Some loves, say men, are as the snows
fallen in hoary hollows deep
wherein the timid doe, she keeps
her silence there in solitude.
Yet at the kiss of springtime's fires
when hearts to bursting are undone
at that indulgence hies away the fawn,
the snows, and all for all are one.
And for the sake of one as kind
I'd duly nod to take her hand
for well would I be a husband."
The voice died away strangely in the jungle, and was answered only by the sputtering of the campfires as they burned. Mitten gazed calmly on, and Elizabeth had turned to one side, as Jack replaced the paper into his shirt.
"Mitten like," said Mitten at last. Jack nodded judiciously and both he and the furby turned to look at Elizabeth to make the judgement unanimous. "Libet like?" Elizabeth figgeted as she turned to them.
"Are you altogether well, Miss Swann?" asked Jack. "You look like the Wreck of the Hesperus!" He leant himself against the tree and casually resumed his watch, barely able to hide his amusement. He coughed. "All will come out in the end, to be sure. Always does. Just leave it to old Jack." Elizabeth took some halting steps towards him.
"Thanks Jack," she said. "I think I just need to be alone, for awhile."
"Certainly," said Jack. "Tree's over there." He pointed to a large tree, apparently appointed for the honour. "Lots of 'em actually, take your pick!"
"How very drole," said Elizabeth.
"Always, me dearlin'," smiled Jack as she rather indignantly trotted off to find some privacy.
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So sorry, I just haven't time for any more right now. I didn't want to post such a short chapter but a) this is a guarantee to all that I WILL be finishing this story, and b) I know people were waiting for the poem... it won't be the last- that's another guantee of more to come! ;-) 'Libet' makes me laugh now... for libet is Latin for 'it is pleasing' ;-)
Jade LaBeouf: Sorry for the wait! Oh so, so sorry! *cries* will you ever forgive me?
Mouself: I like Muffin too, I'm thinking of keeping him on ;-) 'Furby of The Caribbean'? lol
Erinya: Well, I do strive for originality! ;-) thanks for comin' out. Have a plushie.
GemGem: Wha?? Forgetting to review? That's kind of creepy... I wonder who else is reading this! Gah!
Syth Colbalt: *smiles* Thanks. The cell phone... erm. That phase of the story was a bit less in 'reality' than this later stuff. Uhm.. it's a work in progress? (I was too lazy to have them be asked to find it blah blah...
Me: So didn't update soon enough!
Thalia: This is for you, Hon! You spurred me into updating early. I'm only sorry that this chapter is so short. The other ones will be longer, I assure you!**
Jack's rusty finger made a nearly inaudible noise as it slid across the cloth-paper, opening it gently. The words of the poem sprawled into view down the centre of the page. Jack's eyes kindled as he snuck a glance at Elizabeth's rather flushed expression and grinned. He sighed softly and tilted his head.
"Some loves, say men, are as the snows
fallen in hoary hollows deep
wherein the timid doe, she keeps
her silence there in solitude.
Yet at the kiss of springtime's fires
when hearts to bursting are undone
at that indulgence hies away the fawn,
the snows, and all for all are one.
And for the sake of one as kind
I'd duly nod to take her hand
for well would I be a husband."
The voice died away strangely in the jungle, and was answered only by the sputtering of the campfires as they burned. Mitten gazed calmly on, and Elizabeth had turned to one side, as Jack replaced the paper into his shirt.
"Mitten like," said Mitten at last. Jack nodded judiciously and both he and the furby turned to look at Elizabeth to make the judgement unanimous. "Libet like?" Elizabeth figgeted as she turned to them.
"Are you altogether well, Miss Swann?" asked Jack. "You look like the Wreck of the Hesperus!" He leant himself against the tree and casually resumed his watch, barely able to hide his amusement. He coughed. "All will come out in the end, to be sure. Always does. Just leave it to old Jack." Elizabeth took some halting steps towards him.
"Thanks Jack," she said. "I think I just need to be alone, for awhile."
"Certainly," said Jack. "Tree's over there." He pointed to a large tree, apparently appointed for the honour. "Lots of 'em actually, take your pick!"
"How very drole," said Elizabeth.
"Always, me dearlin'," smiled Jack as she rather indignantly trotted off to find some privacy.
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So sorry, I just haven't time for any more right now. I didn't want to post such a short chapter but a) this is a guarantee to all that I WILL be finishing this story, and b) I know people were waiting for the poem... it won't be the last- that's another guantee of more to come! ;-) 'Libet' makes me laugh now... for libet is Latin for 'it is pleasing' ;-)