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Literature...I was bored ok? |
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He has never been so cold in his life, no, that was wrong, for he was already dead. Dead by the sword of Davy Jones. Dead to recuperate his honor. Not only cold, but scared, the great James Norrington scared... dead, or was he? Maybe that’s why they close your eyes when you die, so you wont be able to see anything, not the water, not the fish, no nothing. His eyes stung because of the salt water, too, but there was nothing he could do, only watch as he sunk to the deepest part of the ocean, watching everything from behind the dead windows that his eyes has become.
Singing, beautiful and calm. Inviting him to smile, to forget, to fight for what was left of his sanity. A mane of black hair caught his sight. The almost bare chest of a woman, and then her tail, but as soon as she came into view, she disappeared. He didn’t knew if to be happy or disappointed. Mermaids really didnt really exist, did they? But then, Davy Jones was pretty real, so was Kraken. Something touched his left shoulder, and then his right one, as if expecting him to look. You're no fun. said the same singing voice, the young mermaid showing herself. Her arms were holding him by the shoulders, stopping him from sinking deeper and he was mesmerized, notbecause ofher body, not becuase of her voice, but becuaseof her eyes. Purple and shining as pearls, and she was smiling. You're not a bad person, you must live. He would have reacted if he could, but he could only watch as her lips met his dead ones and a warm feeling ran through his body, slowly and unbeknown to him, seducing him back to life. Fight for your life. She was already disappearing from his sight, or maybe it was him swimming away from her so he could breath, again, but her sweet voice was still clear in his mind.
This is my gift, this is your sacrifice. Your life to save them from the gallows. Find me on earth, free yourself of my curse.
He could already see the light of the sun, feel the warmth taking away the infernal cold, but he was exhausted, but he was alive. Darkness surrounded him and he dreamt of her, of her lips, of her voice, of her gift...of her curse.
 Yffre · Mon Dec 06, 2010 @ 05:48am · 0 Comments |
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