[PotC fic] CTRL+'S', an ALT+F4 ficlet

[permetaform]

Title : CTRL+'S'
Viewpoint: [[Sparrow]]
Author: permetaform
Disclaimer: Not my universe, not my AU universe, not my characters, not getting any swag. Boo. Hiss. Arrr.

Summary: Sparrow's legends, sea turtles and all, refreshed.

Notes: Part of musexmoirai's ALT+F4 universe. Give her much love for creating this lovely playground.

command_key('Have you heard of Sparrow?')://y/n//

//n

did_you_hear.rmr

Sparrow'd once crashed an entire city with a word and a smile and a wave of his hand; the loot funneled, onto a dark Vessel, that moves faster than the shadows that slip from the light.

That moves faster than sanity flees, from Sparrow's mind.

command_key('You heard of Sparrow?')://y/n//

//n

do_you_know.rmr

Sparrow was stranded ten turns ago on a breach of jazz, barely on a slight god's-spit of reality, with but the planks of his sanity to hold on to, which were slowly being warped by the heat.

Was caught there for days. He'd emerged, synapses cauterized and all re-soldered.

With the jazz reaching out and meeting his steps halfway.

command_key('Heard of Sparrow?')://y/n//

//n

will_you_believe.rmr

Three days and three nights delines no meaning in that grit strand of space, semi-sentient energies becoming slow acclimated to Sparrow's presence, curling around and rubbing against him. Marking him, as one of their own.

He'd woven rope from the shreddings of his own thoughts, lasso'ed together the streams of his mind.

And rode the tide out.

command_key('Sparrow?')://y/n//

//n

system_unstable

restart?://y/n//

//n

Sparrow rolled back from the panel, stretched and cracked his knuckles, pealed his laughter into the room.

He could barely tell what'd truly happened any more.



[end]

Question: Which title?

Ctrl+'S'
Ctrl 'S'
control+'S'
CTRL+'S'

or something else??