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Title: Rain of the Soul
Fandom: Pirates of the Caribbean
Claim: Jack Sparrow
Pairing: None
Prompt: 066. Rain
Word Count: 292
Rating: G
Author's Notes: Schmoop.
Moisture on Jack's face isn't a new sensation to him, not by any means.
He's been at sea most of his life. He's weathered the most vicious of storms. He's danced on decks slippery with rain, to the rhythm of thunder and to the accompaniment of lightning flashing. Jack can laugh at such displays, and if asked, he'll merely say, "There's nothing quite like the feel of rain on your face, unless it's the wind at your back. It's just a little taste of freedom!"
Jack's fond of the feel of salty sea spray misting over his cheeks, as well. He'll close his eyes, letting it collect and gather together in small rivulets, until they drip down his face and into his scraggly braided beard. He'll open dark-rimmed eyes, flash a golden smile, and lick lips damp and seasoned by salt and wind and ocean. And if asked, he'll merely say, "She's a jealous mistress, she is, but you couldn't ask for a more devoted lover. The feel of the sea on your face... aye, she understands the taste of freedom."
Jack's a pragmatic soul, and he's had his share of loss. A mother, a father, siblings that never made it past childhood - Jack can remember tears dampening his face on occasion. But watching his ship, his beloved Black Pearl sail away, taken from him by those he'd called friends... that's the first time in days and weeks and months beyond counting that it hasn't been rain or sea kissing his cheeks. But were there anyone around to ask, he'd merely say, "Tears aren't anything to be ashamed of. 'Tis merely the rain of the soul, spray from the sea of sorrow, and even in that, there's the taste of freedom."
Fandom: Pirates of the Caribbean
Claim: Jack Sparrow
Pairing: None
Prompt: 066. Rain
Word Count: 292
Rating: G
Author's Notes: Schmoop.
Moisture on Jack's face isn't a new sensation to him, not by any means.
He's been at sea most of his life. He's weathered the most vicious of storms. He's danced on decks slippery with rain, to the rhythm of thunder and to the accompaniment of lightning flashing. Jack can laugh at such displays, and if asked, he'll merely say, "There's nothing quite like the feel of rain on your face, unless it's the wind at your back. It's just a little taste of freedom!"
Jack's fond of the feel of salty sea spray misting over his cheeks, as well. He'll close his eyes, letting it collect and gather together in small rivulets, until they drip down his face and into his scraggly braided beard. He'll open dark-rimmed eyes, flash a golden smile, and lick lips damp and seasoned by salt and wind and ocean. And if asked, he'll merely say, "She's a jealous mistress, she is, but you couldn't ask for a more devoted lover. The feel of the sea on your face... aye, she understands the taste of freedom."
Jack's a pragmatic soul, and he's had his share of loss. A mother, a father, siblings that never made it past childhood - Jack can remember tears dampening his face on occasion. But watching his ship, his beloved Black Pearl sail away, taken from him by those he'd called friends... that's the first time in days and weeks and months beyond counting that it hasn't been rain or sea kissing his cheeks. But were there anyone around to ask, he'd merely say, "Tears aren't anything to be ashamed of. 'Tis merely the rain of the soul, spray from the sea of sorrow, and even in that, there's the taste of freedom."
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