Authors Note: I'M BACK FROM THE COUNTRY!!!! *takes deep breath of city air.
chokes* No I'm just kidding, I love it here. I can't believe I'm typing
this and actually going to be able to see it ONLINE!!! *faints*
Killing Mary Sue
Part 6 Written by: Lykosdracos
"I'll help you sleep. I'll keep away the nightmares." Jack heard Ana's words echoing over and over again in his mind. Like the soothing sound of the sea's waves as they lapped against the side of his ship. Really, however, her words weren't necessary. Her mere presence alone gave him tranquility, rest and calm.
Lying there, reveling in the early morning tranquility, he wondered at the unusual air of cooperation and lack of complaints from his crew lately. If they thought for one moment that he hadn't noticed, they were wrong. While they realized there was a problem, they had no idea how hard it was for him to stay upright and focused. The simple act of putting one foot in front of the other, to move from one end of the ship to the other, was made more difficult by the day. Then, the awful, un-slaked thirst. No matter how much rum he drank the dryness in his mouth and throat wouldn't go away.
Jack Sparrow had always prided himself on being able to take charge of his own future and do things his way. However, this time it seemed that all grasp of control had, all ability to steer his own path, had been blown away. The only thing he could think of clearly was Mary, her smile, her beauty; it was enough to drive a man insane with longing.
Every mile 'the Pearl' gained to Port Royal was another closer to his Mary Sue, and yet, not close enough.
There was a small reminder in the depths of his consciousness that whispered of Anamaria. But he could only hear it when she was around, like now. Turning toward the warmth of her tucked into his shoulder, he inhaled deeply... she smelled of the ocean and everything pure and right in his life. How could he forsake her for Mary?
How could he not?
A force beyond his comprehension and his control drove him to the point of irritation, frustration and near panic. He hadn't meant to be so short with his crew, his friends, but all he wanted was one moment's peace. Was that so much to ask? Just one small period in time when the dreams would cease, the voices would stop talking, and life would go back to the way it had been.
Mary promised that she was all he needed; she would provide the peace he desperately sought. If only to gain some semblance of his life before, he would do anything for that promise. Travel to the ends of the world, and battle any monster she wanted if only her words would be true.
* * *
Mary Sue lay in the middle of a painstakingly drawn circle, at each of the four points an offering to the god and goddess. She called on the power of the moon to rejuvenate her energy so she could break through the wall that kept her from her prey.
Iridescent waves passed in silky sheets through her being and smiled in satisfaction; she would be strong enough now to face whatever the dark woman had in store. Jack Sparrow was hers for the taking, and take she would... until nothing was left. Her eyes gleamed in malice as clouds covered the moon. Close, he was close now, mayhap too close? She'd have to hurry if everything was to be ready in time.
* * *
The next morning, Jack woke and immediately reached for Anamaria. Having slept an entire night without dreaming, he felt somewhat better. Given the number of days he had gone without, however, it wasn't nearly enough rest for him to be back to normal. But the drowsiness seemed to have left off for now.
Ana rolled over and smiled sleepily at the look in her lover's eyes. They were clear, focused and when he stood, it was with the same grace she'd always seen in him.
"Morning, Captain," she purred.
"G'morning indeed." He replied strapping on the cutlass and pistol he kept close at all times.
"We should be close to..." she trailed off when she saw his eyes glaze over. Oh no, it couldn't be happening again! "Jack!" she leapt up from the bed and grabbed his arm hoping that she could anchor him to reality before he was swept away.
"That's Captain Jack," he reminded her sternly. "It'd be wise o'you t'remember."
"Aye, Captain." She said quietly as he left the cabin without a backwards glance. What was she doing?! Had she just let him leave accepting defeat? No, not by a long shot!
"All hands on deck! Approachin' Port Royal, mates! Man your positions."
Hearing Gibb's voice, she quickly dressed. There was no time to waste. Hurriedly, she ran to catch up with Jack before the boats could be made ready.
"Jack!" he turned. The annoyance clearly evident on his face. Clearly, he did not believe she could have forgotten so quickly after he'd only just reminded her. She'd seen that look on his face a thousand times. She hadn't forgotten, but an outright refusal to call him by his proper title was sure to get his attention.
"If you're to stay onbo-"he was interrupted as she slammed him back into the wooden planked wall.
"Listen here, Jack Sparrow." She locked her gaze to his and refused to let him look away. "If it's in your mind to tell me I'm not part of the crew anymore, fine. But hear this; I'm not going anywhere. Do you hear me? Nobody, especially not some woman from a dream, is going to make me leave you."
For a second his gaze flickered, it was almost a plea for understanding. Yet again, the cold, distant look was back. It was enough to give her hope, though. The real Jack Sparrow was trapped somewhere inside and she'd free him before the witch got him.
"Are you quite through?" he looked down at where she was pressing him into the wall.
"Not even started." She grinned to match Mary Sue's, "Captain."
Killing Mary Sue
Part 6 Written by: Lykosdracos
"I'll help you sleep. I'll keep away the nightmares." Jack heard Ana's words echoing over and over again in his mind. Like the soothing sound of the sea's waves as they lapped against the side of his ship. Really, however, her words weren't necessary. Her mere presence alone gave him tranquility, rest and calm.
Lying there, reveling in the early morning tranquility, he wondered at the unusual air of cooperation and lack of complaints from his crew lately. If they thought for one moment that he hadn't noticed, they were wrong. While they realized there was a problem, they had no idea how hard it was for him to stay upright and focused. The simple act of putting one foot in front of the other, to move from one end of the ship to the other, was made more difficult by the day. Then, the awful, un-slaked thirst. No matter how much rum he drank the dryness in his mouth and throat wouldn't go away.
Jack Sparrow had always prided himself on being able to take charge of his own future and do things his way. However, this time it seemed that all grasp of control had, all ability to steer his own path, had been blown away. The only thing he could think of clearly was Mary, her smile, her beauty; it was enough to drive a man insane with longing.
Every mile 'the Pearl' gained to Port Royal was another closer to his Mary Sue, and yet, not close enough.
There was a small reminder in the depths of his consciousness that whispered of Anamaria. But he could only hear it when she was around, like now. Turning toward the warmth of her tucked into his shoulder, he inhaled deeply... she smelled of the ocean and everything pure and right in his life. How could he forsake her for Mary?
How could he not?
A force beyond his comprehension and his control drove him to the point of irritation, frustration and near panic. He hadn't meant to be so short with his crew, his friends, but all he wanted was one moment's peace. Was that so much to ask? Just one small period in time when the dreams would cease, the voices would stop talking, and life would go back to the way it had been.
Mary promised that she was all he needed; she would provide the peace he desperately sought. If only to gain some semblance of his life before, he would do anything for that promise. Travel to the ends of the world, and battle any monster she wanted if only her words would be true.
* * *
Mary Sue lay in the middle of a painstakingly drawn circle, at each of the four points an offering to the god and goddess. She called on the power of the moon to rejuvenate her energy so she could break through the wall that kept her from her prey.
Iridescent waves passed in silky sheets through her being and smiled in satisfaction; she would be strong enough now to face whatever the dark woman had in store. Jack Sparrow was hers for the taking, and take she would... until nothing was left. Her eyes gleamed in malice as clouds covered the moon. Close, he was close now, mayhap too close? She'd have to hurry if everything was to be ready in time.
* * *
The next morning, Jack woke and immediately reached for Anamaria. Having slept an entire night without dreaming, he felt somewhat better. Given the number of days he had gone without, however, it wasn't nearly enough rest for him to be back to normal. But the drowsiness seemed to have left off for now.
Ana rolled over and smiled sleepily at the look in her lover's eyes. They were clear, focused and when he stood, it was with the same grace she'd always seen in him.
"Morning, Captain," she purred.
"G'morning indeed." He replied strapping on the cutlass and pistol he kept close at all times.
"We should be close to..." she trailed off when she saw his eyes glaze over. Oh no, it couldn't be happening again! "Jack!" she leapt up from the bed and grabbed his arm hoping that she could anchor him to reality before he was swept away.
"That's Captain Jack," he reminded her sternly. "It'd be wise o'you t'remember."
"Aye, Captain." She said quietly as he left the cabin without a backwards glance. What was she doing?! Had she just let him leave accepting defeat? No, not by a long shot!
"All hands on deck! Approachin' Port Royal, mates! Man your positions."
Hearing Gibb's voice, she quickly dressed. There was no time to waste. Hurriedly, she ran to catch up with Jack before the boats could be made ready.
"Jack!" he turned. The annoyance clearly evident on his face. Clearly, he did not believe she could have forgotten so quickly after he'd only just reminded her. She'd seen that look on his face a thousand times. She hadn't forgotten, but an outright refusal to call him by his proper title was sure to get his attention.
"If you're to stay onbo-"he was interrupted as she slammed him back into the wooden planked wall.
"Listen here, Jack Sparrow." She locked her gaze to his and refused to let him look away. "If it's in your mind to tell me I'm not part of the crew anymore, fine. But hear this; I'm not going anywhere. Do you hear me? Nobody, especially not some woman from a dream, is going to make me leave you."
For a second his gaze flickered, it was almost a plea for understanding. Yet again, the cold, distant look was back. It was enough to give her hope, though. The real Jack Sparrow was trapped somewhere inside and she'd free him before the witch got him.
"Are you quite through?" he looked down at where she was pressing him into the wall.
"Not even started." She grinned to match Mary Sue's, "Captain."