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Summary: Jack, his two lady-loves, and dawn on the open sea. Jack/Elizabeth/Pearl. Double drabble written for BPS "Light" challenge. Rated a very light T for oblique innuendo.
First Light
She is sound asleep; but he is persistent.
"What--? What is it?"
"Get up," he says, lips against her neck. "I want to show you something."
"It's not even light yet," she grumbles. "Don't you remember how late you kept me up last night?"
"Aye. But I don't remember you objectin' much."
She hits out at him, but half-heartedly, and he laughs, pulling her to her feet. "Come on."
In the soft bluish half-light on deck she hugs herself, shivering slightly, her eyes squinty with sleep. "All right, Jack Sparrow, I'm awake. What did you want to show me?"
"Patience, love," he chides, and slips an arm around her waist.
The eastern sky is paling now, almost imperceptibly; the radiance on the horizon widens, intensifies. A brisk wind scatters whitecaps across a gleaming sea.
He points aloft, says, "Look."
And there it comes, the main topgallant mast glowing suddenly, then the yardarm. The golden light throws the billowing black canvas of the Black Pearl's sails into sharp relief, illuminating each rope and spar as she glides gracefully into morning.
He turns to Elizabeth, and sees the light there too, bright in her wind-combed hair and in her eyes, like freedom.