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September 7th, 2003

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Sunday, September 7th, 2003 02:45 am
Hey ya'll out there! ::waves at friends list::

Are there any loopholes in this? ::points at fic:: Inconsistencies? Phrases that 'skid'?

Shred it apart, yeah?

Title : CTRL+'S'
Viewpoint: [[Sparrow]]
Author: [livejournal.com profile] 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 [livejournal.com profile] musexmoirai's ALT+F4 universe. Give her much love for creating this lovely playground.

Read more... )
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Sunday, September 7th, 2003 12:30 pm
Undying
by Adina ([livejournal.com profile] adina_atl)

First of all, let me just establish that I *adore* resurrection!fic. It makes my heart happy in all the best ways, especially when it's well done.

This is well done indeed.

I love how love and grief and denial and acceptance and hope are interwoven in this fic; it is alive and realistic in all the best ways. I love how there's just this affection woven through the story and this deep quiet love without being, at least to me, overbearing and saccharine.

Just a lovely fic, go read.

[edit] Also go check out her fic No Other Hands. Because it's all implied and I have serious love for fic with metalworking.
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Sunday, September 7th, 2003 09:50 pm
The Hook
by STEPHEN MALKMUS

AT Age 19 I was kidnapped by Turkish pirates
Mediterranean thugs
After some torture they considered me their mascot
Cypriotic Good Luck
I had to taste the deck and many other things
I had to pay the piper with my wedding ring
And I would never see my family again

By 25 I was respected as an equal
My art was a knife
On countless raids I was the first one up the lanyard
Yeah I was seeking a fight
There is no time to pray
And there's no time to beg
And then it's off with an arm
Or it's off with a leg
And if I spare your life
It's because the tide is leaving

Oh yeah

By 31 I was the captain of a galleon
I was Poseidon's new son
The coast of Montenegro was my favorite target
It was ever so fun
We had no wooden legs
Or steel hooks
We had no black eye patches
Or a starving cook
We were just killers with the cold eyes of a sailor
Yeah we were killers with the cold eyes of a sailor


downloadable from here:
http://www.matadorrecords.com/mpeg/stephen_malkmus/the_hook.mp3
(it's the artist's site)

and I'm not sure whether this applies to Jack or Will or Barbossa more...