Disclaimer: I own nothing of Disney's, Bruckheimer's, Verbinski's, and drat it all, I STILL don't own Orlando Bloom! I can't even get in a good bid on Jack Davenport, durn it! I do own what's left of my mind – whether there's any sanity left in it… well, my friends are still debating that one. Please don't sue me, I'm an underpaid and overworked state employee who has no money to spare.
Author's notes: This is a drabble I did in answer to a challenge on The Black Pearl Sails Fanfiction Yahoo group. The challenge was "color". February 2004.
GOLD
BY
KAHVA
White and brown I am used to on my chest, orange at my throat. But my neck scarf was lost; now there is another color caressing my skin. A familiar color.
Gold.
Strange that a medallion I had always thought to be a gift should turn out to be my doom. Instead of reminding me of my father, it will ensure I join him in death.
Gold is hanging around my neck... Barbossa took great pleasure in placing it there. Gold is hammering a soft eulogy against my chest.
I never dreamed the color of my death would be gold…