Jack Ficlet (FearCages)
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order_of_chaosTitle: FearCages
Fandom: PotC
Character: Jack
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Characterisation piece. Things that could bind.
AN: I have no idea where this came from, but it was delightfully easy to write. (ETA 2012: While this was a possible interpretation of Jack's character back when there was only the first movie. Post DMC, not so much. Know that.)
Edited: January 2012.
Jack doesn’t mind cages, can indeed sit perfectly still for hours waiting contentedly and smiling sweet, barbed smiles at the prison bars and their laughable inability to stop him from dreaming. If they can barely hold his body captive and that not for long, how can they hope to chain his spirit with such a meagre trap? So no, cages aren’t a problem, for all that he loves freedom more than life.
Death? Slightly more problematical, for all that he is intensely curious about it, can’t help the storm of questions that linger after each near brush with it, seductive counterpoints as they are to the sharp bright joy of being still alive and dancing on that knife edge between danger and death. He doesn’t want to die. Not now when life is such fun.
The Ocean? Perhaps he does fear her, out of respect, because he has lost his soul to her long ago and she has never stopped calling, will never let him go even in death. It doesn't matter, Jack thinks. If she did let go it would destroy me, shattered into tiny faded pieces of pirate. I know she could kill me; it’s her right and no-one else’s to do so, and I wonder, wonder what’s beyond that horizon... just, not yet.
The Pearl and freedom, freedom and the Pearl; if in fact they are separate things. Jack thinks not. Both endlessly sought after.
Consequences. Perhaps the one thing Jack fears the least, for nothing he has met has come close to stopping him from being himself. In a way, it means that although Jack chases freedom, he has never truly been without it.
~ End ~
Fandom: PotC
Character: Jack
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Characterisation piece. Things that could bind.
AN: I have no idea where this came from, but it was delightfully easy to write. (ETA 2012: While this was a possible interpretation of Jack's character back when there was only the first movie. Post DMC, not so much. Know that.)
Edited: January 2012.
Jack doesn’t mind cages, can indeed sit perfectly still for hours waiting contentedly and smiling sweet, barbed smiles at the prison bars and their laughable inability to stop him from dreaming. If they can barely hold his body captive and that not for long, how can they hope to chain his spirit with such a meagre trap? So no, cages aren’t a problem, for all that he loves freedom more than life.
Death? Slightly more problematical, for all that he is intensely curious about it, can’t help the storm of questions that linger after each near brush with it, seductive counterpoints as they are to the sharp bright joy of being still alive and dancing on that knife edge between danger and death. He doesn’t want to die. Not now when life is such fun.
The Ocean? Perhaps he does fear her, out of respect, because he has lost his soul to her long ago and she has never stopped calling, will never let him go even in death. It doesn't matter, Jack thinks. If she did let go it would destroy me, shattered into tiny faded pieces of pirate. I know she could kill me; it’s her right and no-one else’s to do so, and I wonder, wonder what’s beyond that horizon... just, not yet.
The Pearl and freedom, freedom and the Pearl; if in fact they are separate things. Jack thinks not. Both endlessly sought after.
Consequences. Perhaps the one thing Jack fears the least, for nothing he has met has come close to stopping him from being himself. In a way, it means that although Jack chases freedom, he has never truly been without it.
~ End ~
