Rating: PG-13
Pairings: Jack/Elizabeth, perhaps a tiny bit of implied Elizabeth/OC, Will/Elizabeth mentioned.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Summary: "You asked for the truth, and this is the truth I choose to tell." Written for Three Truths and a Lie challenge at Livejournal's "roughmagic" writing community.
Note: I was going to post this as a one-shot, but the ruler function that I normally use to separate sections on this damn site isn't working properly. Hence, chapters. They're short. You can take it as a drabble series, if you wish.
The Confession of Sins
March 7th, 17--: The prisoner appears in good spirits; asked for rum; when refused, with the admonition that as she was doing penance for her sins it was perhaps best if she avoided further transgression, she laughed outright and replied that I should not waste my sermons on those who did not care to be redeemed.
I. Intemperance
There are certain moments in life which in hindsight seem inevitable, which shine forth like jewels from the secret chest of memory, to which one returns again and again to know that just then, just there, I was exactly where I was meant to be.
Every moment of my life with Jack was like that. All sharp ecstasy and bright desperation, freedom like wine, desire like fate. We were greedy for one another, for we both knew it could not last forever.
Not all treasure is silver and gold, you know. Or do you? You, my jailor, my confessor, my pardoner, upon whose forbearance my life and another's hang in the balance? Have you had a love like that?
No? I pity you, then. You have not lived. You are no more free than I; less so, perhaps, though I am on this side of these bars and you on the other.