The shape of freedom tastes like brine, like blood made beautiful, like bone made steel, like soul pushed full against the sails and carried along. Carried aloft.
The feel of adventure feels like dirt under a cheek. It feels like a blade on your palm, like water purling around your toes, like monkey chitters down the flat of your back. Pushing you forward.
The sound of treasure scrapes as it slides away from the feet, groans as you ride her black curves upon the waves, swings around you, twists around you, singing "yo ho!" It sings, these treasures.
The shapefeelsound sits full, stable, solid. It is names, I will name some:
It is a Black Pearl.
It is a Elizabeth a Will a James a Joshmee a Jack...
It is Turners and Swanns and Norringtons and Scarletts and Gibbs and Anamarias and Raghettis and Barbossas and Cottons and Pintels and
and a Sparrow.
It is:
pirategasm,
potc_icons,
gibbsfanciers,
gillington,
jackandanamaria,
jackwill,
pirates500,
pirateslash,
potc100,
potc_art,
potc_canon_fic,
potc_costumes,
potc_recs,
potc_robin,
potc_roundrobin,
potc_fic,
potcot3,
sparrington
It is, to be random y'hear?,
Branded, Jack of Swords, and On The Beach, Meet the Norringtons
It is A Pirate's Life, Whispers, and A Bull in a China Shop, ALT+F4, haiku
It is How it Goes, a strange pet, A Spot of Trouble, taste of morning
It is a cat named Sparrow, Rum with the Captain, Playing by the Rules, and dangerous games
It is a brilliant plan, hurricane jack, a mouth of death, meeting the norringtons, and alchemy
It is his holiness Captain Jack Sparrow, the drowned man, all the rum is gone, and Elizabeth's Ghost,
It's A scandalous lack of morals, The end of my pirate days, of shackles and the sun, under the uniform, and an intoxicating brew
It's a Pirate, Bitch, and A Wardrobe, tactics, clost-phobia, Will finds his courage, exceptionally rare.
And oh for the life and love of everything that is the sea and the sky, but this is not even half my memories.
And these are all old loves, I have not kept up with the beauties as I should have, and there's many more that should be pointed out but I would be lead astray, because
What is 'freedom'? 'adventure'? 'treasure'? 'love'?
simple:
You, my dears.
You.
The feel of adventure feels like dirt under a cheek. It feels like a blade on your palm, like water purling around your toes, like monkey chitters down the flat of your back. Pushing you forward.
The sound of treasure scrapes as it slides away from the feet, groans as you ride her black curves upon the waves, swings around you, twists around you, singing "yo ho!" It sings, these treasures.
The shapefeelsound sits full, stable, solid. It is names, I will name some:
It is a Black Pearl.
It is a Elizabeth a Will a James a Joshmee a Jack...
It is Turners and Swanns and Norringtons and Scarletts and Gibbs and Anamarias and Raghettis and Barbossas and Cottons and Pintels and
and a Sparrow.
It is:
It is, to be random y'hear?,
Branded, Jack of Swords, and On The Beach, Meet the Norringtons
It is A Pirate's Life, Whispers, and A Bull in a China Shop, ALT+F4, haiku
It is How it Goes, a strange pet, A Spot of Trouble, taste of morning
It is a cat named Sparrow, Rum with the Captain, Playing by the Rules, and dangerous games
It is a brilliant plan, hurricane jack, a mouth of death, meeting the norringtons, and alchemy
It is his holiness Captain Jack Sparrow, the drowned man, all the rum is gone, and Elizabeth's Ghost,
It's A scandalous lack of morals, The end of my pirate days, of shackles and the sun, under the uniform, and an intoxicating brew
It's a Pirate, Bitch, and A Wardrobe, tactics, clost-phobia, Will finds his courage, exceptionally rare.
And oh for the life and love of everything that is the sea and the sky, but this is not even half my memories.
And these are all old loves, I have not kept up with the beauties as I should have, and there's many more that should be pointed out but I would be lead astray, because
What is 'freedom'? 'adventure'? 'treasure'? 'love'?
simple:
You, my dears.
You.