Gwynevere1 (
gwynevere1.livejournal.com) wrote in
crack_van2007-06-11 09:30 am
Entry tags:
Lamentations by the-dala (unrated but probably PG-13)
Fandom: PIRATES OF THE CARIBBEAN
Pairing: Gen
Author on LJ:
the_dala
Author Website: Livejournal memories
Why this must be read:
the_dala’s idea of Jack’s purgatory is quite different from canon’s. Rather than having to face endless sands, Jack has to confront the effect of his past actions the lives of those around him (or possibly he’s hallucinating).
In a take-off of A Christmas Carol, Jack encounters three ghosts (or figments brought forth from his guilty conscience)—the first of which is Kate Turner, the wife of Bootstrap Bill and mother of our favorite erstwhile blacksmith:
He knew the first, even though he’d never met her before – knew her by her flashing brown eyes and the way she marched right up and slapped his face.
“Jack Sparrow,” she snarled, drawing her arm back with the clear intention of hitting him again, “you have caused my son nothing but trouble, and I ought to rend the flesh from your treacherous bones!”
He took a hasty step back, throwing up his hands to deflect another blow and wondering if strictly speaking he possessed flesh for her to rend – but then again, the slap had hurt.
Jack’s day—week—maybe year (the ambiguity of events just adds to the surrealism of the story) doesn’t get any better from there.
Lamentations
Pairing: Gen
Author on LJ:
Author Website: Livejournal memories
Why this must be read:
In a take-off of A Christmas Carol, Jack encounters three ghosts (or figments brought forth from his guilty conscience)—the first of which is Kate Turner, the wife of Bootstrap Bill and mother of our favorite erstwhile blacksmith:
He knew the first, even though he’d never met her before – knew her by her flashing brown eyes and the way she marched right up and slapped his face.
“Jack Sparrow,” she snarled, drawing her arm back with the clear intention of hitting him again, “you have caused my son nothing but trouble, and I ought to rend the flesh from your treacherous bones!”
He took a hasty step back, throwing up his hands to deflect another blow and wondering if strictly speaking he possessed flesh for her to rend – but then again, the slap had hurt.
Jack’s day—week—maybe year (the ambiguity of events just adds to the surrealism of the story) doesn’t get any better from there.
Lamentations
