SEA TALES:
TWO PIRATE DRABBLES
By ErinRua
Hunted, Hunter
Blue seas thunder against a surging black hull, the sails above bellied full to the press of a quartering wind. Each swell of deep water is met with a thud and powerful heave as a sleek bow knifes its way ahead of the hunter.
For he comes on a long reach beneath a cloud of white sail, that drives the might of the Royal Navy beneath it. Hunter, nemesis, scourge of the wolves of the deep, with guns hunched in latent violence below-decks.
But the wheel spins to a new trim of tall black sails, and then the sparrow flies.
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Storm Coming In
She plummets from the ramparts like a dove shot off the wing, blue water clapping her to itself with a furious white splash. And that is all.
"Will you be saving 'er, then?"
Fat chance of that, twin looks of befuddlement, and he strips coat, hat, accoutrements with brutal swiftness - "Do not lose these!"
Sharp arcing dive into the deep as the sea itself shudders and darkens. Something calls. Strong arms lift and strong legs kick towards the watery ceiling above. Something awakens. Two heads break the surface in frantic spray, but the sun is already gone. Something comes.
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A/N: The last drabble of course is an image of when Jack dives to save Elizabeth, and the medallion hits the water and calls the curse …