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the_dala at 11:05pm on 03/08/2006 under fic: pirates of the caribbean
the_dala at 11:05pm on 03/08/2006 under fic: pirates of the caribbeanReally short enough to call a drabble, at 144 words. The kraken and its power, as interpreted by various characters. Gen, PG.
Beastie
Will remembers the kraken's tentacles. They were slick muscle, breaking hulls and masts and men as a child snaps twigs. And it had so many, so very many, that to tear off a dozen or a hundred could not possibly make a difference.
Elizabeth dreams of its gaping maw, its terrifying roar, its disordered rows of fangs -- red blood sliding down its gullet into a black, airless pit. She is convinced it does not digest its victims, but that they suffocate, somewhere deep beneath the waves.
James ponders its speed. Stories flash from port to port like heat lighting, each taller and more outrageous than the last. It speaks to the deepest fear in man's darkest heart; it is the murdering sea herself.
Jack stands before it, and wrinkles his nose at the stink of its breath, and grips the hilt of his sword tight.
Beastie
Will remembers the kraken's tentacles. They were slick muscle, breaking hulls and masts and men as a child snaps twigs. And it had so many, so very many, that to tear off a dozen or a hundred could not possibly make a difference.
Elizabeth dreams of its gaping maw, its terrifying roar, its disordered rows of fangs -- red blood sliding down its gullet into a black, airless pit. She is convinced it does not digest its victims, but that they suffocate, somewhere deep beneath the waves.
James ponders its speed. Stories flash from port to port like heat lighting, each taller and more outrageous than the last. It speaks to the deepest fear in man's darkest heart; it is the murdering sea herself.
Jack stands before it, and wrinkles his nose at the stink of its breath, and grips the hilt of his sword tight.
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Very nicely done!
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Anyhoo, lovely!
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that would make an awesome icon. ^_^
and I loved the...well, it's sort of a story, but not really...I adored the thing that you wrote. :D
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Though part of me hates to align with Will (since he seems to be somewhat shortsighted at times), this bit certainly captures the feel of the beast as they hacked and poked at it with whatever was available, shot it with cannon, blasted bits away with gunpowder and rum, and yet it always seemed to have tentacles to spare for embracing the ship.
Love Jack's view (reality!) trumping all, and his courage doing the same.
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