Title: The Pearl's Song
Part: 1/1
Author: Mel (Aijin)
Email: pattyd@c-zone.net
Rating: PG
Pairing: Jack/Will
Warnings: Character death… twice over! Though not graphic.
Disclaimer: I own nothing and this isn't for profit.
Summary: The Black Pearl used to sing to Will. What would make her stop?
Archive: PCSF, ff.net, and Parley. Anywhere else… ask first.
Author's notes: This is told from Will's POV and is entirely dialogue.
"She used to sing to me. Her sails would fill with the wind, her ropes would
whip with it and her hull would sigh softly against the waves. She would
sing quietly in the morn, increasing tempo and pitch and tone with the rising
sun to sing loudly at the noontide. She would quiet with the eve, slow to
a hum with the waves to lull me to sleep.
"Her voice was never so sweet as when we were in battle. She was strong,
and proud, and her voice rose and echoed between the ships, our opponents
and ours. She would sing with every shot of the guns, laughingly lilting
as we swung aboard to do what pirates do best.
"In storms, her magnificent voice never quavered or quailed. It grew above
the storm and led us in ways only she could. She sent her voice to the crests
of the tallest waves, challenging the sea in tempest.
"In the calmest of weather, she would hum, soothingly, and laugh as gentle
waves caressed her hulls. She would sing with the songs of the sea creatures,
intoning sounds no man had known before.
"Sweetest of all, she would sing for you, Jack. When you were caught up in
your passion she would soothe your tremors with a quiet song, a soft word.
I would wonder, sometimes, if that was how she would share sensations, rocking
with us as I led you to completion and followed after. And then she would
quiet, for a moment, and calm, as if coming down with your heart, slowly
as it did.
"Ah, she sang the loudest when her Captain was happy. When you would walk
her decks and trail a hand along her rails she would raise her voice and
sing with pride. This is my Captain, she seemed to sing, this is
my Captain.
"Oh and did she scream when you were hauled from her decks! You felt it,
I know, as you looked heartbroken when you told me to watch your lady. Her
voice rose in an angry wail, then, with the building storm, and she cried
her vow to get you back again.
"She never ceased her cries and angry songs as we pursued you, Jack. Not
once did she relax her voice if even to ease our minds. She held her tune,
her flags flapping angrily in time with the rise and fall of her song.
"The only time she quieted was when we pulled into port a day behind the
ship that had taken you. She lowered to an angry hiss as we moored her just
to the side of the cove holding the Navy ships. She urged us then, like a
mother would when she has lost her child, as we lowered the skiffs and rowed
to shore.
"I know you must have heard her soft song that night, as we slinked and sleuthed
through the port city. The jail was hidden beneath the ground, far from the
shore, but I know you heard her. She sang a lullaby and wove in her promise
of having you grace her decks again.
"We took too long that night, Jack. The jail had many guards and many blades
in able hands and foolhardy though it was, we attacked with our meager force.
They soon had us surrounded, muskets at our hearts and blades to our throats.
She cried to us then, warning us of the approaching dawn, urging us to continue
our fight, to save her Captain.
"We tried, Jack, Lord knows I did many stupid things in the following moments.
In the end of the fight, however, I had only managed to run myself through
on one of the Navy's finest blades. The sting of that could not compare to
wail of the Pearl when you were lead to the gallows. I could scarce
hear her above the pounding of my heart in my ears as I was forced to watch.
They bound us, those they could catch, and held us back as you were set to
hang.
"I thank the Lord your neck broke upon your sudden stop. You hung limply
and that image will never leave me. Your arms were at your sides, legs stiff
and body swinging in the building wind.
"I do not remember much more after that, only that the Pearl screamed
so loudly her voice shook the very foundations of the city. The guards about
us shivered then, and we broke free, as they were too afraid of what was
happening to hold us tightly.
"I tried to carry your body, but I could not take more than a few steps as
my vision blurred and my side burned where the sword had been. One of the
others bore you to your Pearl, and the instant you were brought aboard
an eerie calm fell about the cove. You were laid in your cabin, and through
my own tearful cries I thought I heard the Pearl, crying too, as she
embraced you in your bed.
"All at once, it seemed, the sea roared to life. Large swells rolled beneath
Pearl, urging her forward to the port city. The crew yelled as she
commanded we sail into port. The sails furled in the unnatural gale that
spurred the Pearl on, and we road the tall waves as shallow as we
could get.
"She sang above the wind and weather as we brought Hell upon that city. With
each blast of her guns, she roared her outrage, and at each boom of destructive
she screamed in victory. I could see the common-folk of the city fleeing,
running from the shore as if Lucifer himself were at their heels. Navy men,
stupid in their bravado, boarded ships to try vainly to return fire. The
Pearl left naught, neither afloat in the water nor alive on the land.
"When at last her guns quieted and the storm of her own brewing died, the
city was left in shambles. Everything was scorched or tumbled, smoldering
in the heavy air. The stench of death laid thickly on the wind and we inhaled
it 'til our lungs burned and eyes watered.
"We left, then, on a gust of wind that bore us swiftly from that damned port.
The waves lapped at the Pearl's hulls, yet no melody echoed forth.
The sails were soundless, the ropes still, and her decks breathed not the
edge of a word.
"The Pearl was silent, and when I stumbled into her Captain's cabin
my own voice caught in my throat. You were paling and I could tell from where
I stood in the doorway that your body had grown cold and stiff. Pearl
whispered to me then, told me to go to her Captain and watch him in his sleep.
She lurched, and I stumbled further into the cabin, to your bed.
"I could not stop myself from collapsing on the bed nor from holding you
against me. I shuddered at the chill of your body, yet could not let go.
She murmured to me, of her own grief washing her decks and sails and hull
and of how she loved her Captain.
"Her rocking was rough, and leant no sweet comfort as I fell to sleep. My
dreams were dark, and Pearl's voice did not grace them, as it had
done for a handful of years. I awoke when she cried. The storm had worsened
around us and I knew that she now felt the full onslaught of her grief.
"She was slammed forward and back, and screamed as sails ripped and ropes
untied. She groaned against the swells, her pain palpable in her weary voice.
"I held you tightly, though you were now colder than the night air and stiff
as a board. Warmth pooled beneath us as my blood continued to seep from where
the sword had pierced me… days ago? I could not remember anymore. She tossed
us violently in her last revolt against the world. How unjust, she
seemed to cry, that my Captain be taken from my decks never to be returned.
"I cannot recall how long it has been, Jack, that I have been holding you
through this tempest. You do not seem so cold now, as I nestle against your
body. My blood beneath us has soaked into the blanket and clumps our hair.
I suppose I should be scared, as I know these moments are my last. Yet I
cannot bring myself to feel that way; I have you in my arms, and we have
the Pearl.
"She is moaning lowly, a dreadful song if ever I have heard one. The storm
is wicked, and I can hear her sigh tiredly due to its bashing. She will not
see another sunrise, Jack, she cannot, without her Captain.
"Her voice silences now, and I can hear the main mast groan loudly as it
falls and smashes into the deck. The sound of the sea rushing to fill her
hulls echoes in my ears now. It is only a matter of time, Jack.
"She used to sing to me. Yet now, when my eyelids grow heavy and you feel
more warm than cold, and the sea cries loudly as it fills her… now, she is
silent."
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