Drabble: The Mistake

Title: The Mistake
Fandom: Pirates
Word Count: 100
Character: Will
Written for: Black Pearl Sails' "You've made a big mistake" challenge



They had made a big mistake, kidnapping his wife.

Will supposed it was an easy one to make. With all the stories of Davy Jones and Beckett, everyone knew that to control the captain of the Flying Dutchman, you must first control his heart.

Unfortunately, these men had not taken that advice literally, and far from controlling him, it only made him mad. Of course, his anger would be nothing compared to Elizabeth's. He dreaded to think what she was doing while waiting to be rescued.

Will just hoped that there would be something left of them when he arrived.

Drabble-ish: Eliza

Title: Eliza
Fandom: PotC
Word Count: 163
Character: Weatherby
Written for: umm... the bed prompt at BPS, I think. I wrote this some time ago, but apparently forgot to post it here.



They meant well, his sisters, his peers.

"Elizabeth needs a mother," Reagan would say, and Weatherby couldn't rightly argue she was mistaken, that his daughter wasn't running around wild as a native in the New World where he'd been offered his post.

"A governor needs a wife," said Archibald. It wasn't all he said, of course, but Weatherby wouldn't entertain thoughts of his other reasons why his friend was pushing matrimony.

But just as he couldn't imagine another woman living in Eliza's house, picture someone else asleep in their marriage bed, he couldn't bring himself to remand Elizabeth, even as she slid into tables to the tut-tuts of the guests. He was still relieved she could run at all, having been so stricken with the same illness that felled her mother.

In the end, it was easier to leave behind all reminders of his wife and start anew in Port Royal than it could ever be to find another woman to replace her.

Pirates Poetry

Some years ago, instead of a drabble challenge over at Black Pearl Sails, we had a poetry challenge. I wrote a limerick and a cinquain (defined as five lines with the syllables distributed as follows: 2, 4, 6, 8, 2)

Title: Blacksmith Named Will

There once was a blacksmith named Will,
All pirates he had sworn he would kill.
Practicing three hours a day,
Foil, sabre and épée,
So all swords he could handle with skill.


Title: Freedom

Freedom
Ever seeking
Always striving towards
A keel, a haul, a deck and sails
Black Pearl