Triple drabble: "Indigo"
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Title: Indigo
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Property of Buena Vista and Bruckheimer, and of history.
Summary: Triple drabble, an idea I've had for a few weeks, further inspired by
pseudoblu's drawing Downright Macabre!. To say more would be even more spoilers for AWE. No pairings.
EDIT: There's a color version of this same drawing linked to above, here.
He sluiced invisibly through the small flotilla of manned lifeboats, the Dutchman his unerring compass to life’s end. Frozen corpses gave way to the ship’s gently-butting prow. Will squeezed the helm, and the ship slowed, stopped. He heard the footfalls of his crew.
“Careful with those nets,” he ordered, stepping off to look over into inky water. Pale forms by the hundreds stared at him, at the stars, confused and bereft – and, he knew from experience, not a little angry.
Out of the corner of his eye, he caught an outline. Despite her gargantuan size, the broken ship’s soul was still new and hazy, shimmering in ghostlight. Will felt Dutchman tilt his bow toward her. She hesitated, then drifted closer, timid as a tugboat. He sensed as much confusion in her as in the frightened souls he helped pull aboard.
He comforted each in their language, amazed even after two centuries by this effortless ability he’d been granted. One paused, gripping his forearm, eyes guilty. “They’re all dead?” Will nodded. “I … failed, then.” He lowered his gaze. “I was First Mate.”
“It was their time.” It was not absolution; Calypso simply didn’t play dice with the sea. “What is your name, sailor?”
“William Murdoch.” He looked up. “And you’re …”
“An overextended captain.” Will offered a small smile and nodded toward the ethereal vessel hovering over his ship, indistinct and raw, dwarfing the Dutchman. “Would you mind taking her helm for the duration? She’d appreciate a familiar hand, I’m sure.”
Murdoch started to agree, then stopped himself. “I should probably wait for her captain-”
Will didn’t waver. “Son, I’m Titanic’s captain now. You have new orders.”
He paused a beat, then nodded in obedience. “What is our duration, sir?”
“Why, off the charts, Mr. Murdoch. Just as you suspect.”
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Property of Buena Vista and Bruckheimer, and of history.
Summary: Triple drabble, an idea I've had for a few weeks, further inspired by
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EDIT: There's a color version of this same drawing linked to above, here.
He sluiced invisibly through the small flotilla of manned lifeboats, the Dutchman his unerring compass to life’s end. Frozen corpses gave way to the ship’s gently-butting prow. Will squeezed the helm, and the ship slowed, stopped. He heard the footfalls of his crew.
“Careful with those nets,” he ordered, stepping off to look over into inky water. Pale forms by the hundreds stared at him, at the stars, confused and bereft – and, he knew from experience, not a little angry.
Out of the corner of his eye, he caught an outline. Despite her gargantuan size, the broken ship’s soul was still new and hazy, shimmering in ghostlight. Will felt Dutchman tilt his bow toward her. She hesitated, then drifted closer, timid as a tugboat. He sensed as much confusion in her as in the frightened souls he helped pull aboard.
He comforted each in their language, amazed even after two centuries by this effortless ability he’d been granted. One paused, gripping his forearm, eyes guilty. “They’re all dead?” Will nodded. “I … failed, then.” He lowered his gaze. “I was First Mate.”
“It was their time.” It was not absolution; Calypso simply didn’t play dice with the sea. “What is your name, sailor?”
“William Murdoch.” He looked up. “And you’re …”
“An overextended captain.” Will offered a small smile and nodded toward the ethereal vessel hovering over his ship, indistinct and raw, dwarfing the Dutchman. “Would you mind taking her helm for the duration? She’d appreciate a familiar hand, I’m sure.”
Murdoch started to agree, then stopped himself. “I should probably wait for her captain-”
Will didn’t waver. “Son, I’m Titanic’s captain now. You have new orders.”
He paused a beat, then nodded in obedience. “What is our duration, sir?”
“Why, off the charts, Mr. Murdoch. Just as you suspect.”
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Date: 2007-06-15 11:36 am (UTC)I like the idea that ships have souls, and how the Dutchman gives as much guidance to his/her (!) own kind as Will does to the men and woman lost at sea. I love seeing Will's quiet confidence in his role, and how he calls Murdoch, 'son'. From so many other people, it would seem condescending. When Will says it, it's comforting and reassuring. But hey, it's Will. He's pretty decent like that! *g*
As always, I really like your choice of vocab and the way you phrase things - everything is very vivid. I particularly love the phrase 'shimmering in ghostlight'. *shivers* Gorgeous.
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Date: 2007-06-16 02:33 am (UTC)And I made up that word, ghostlight, which is actually quite fun to do once I get rolling on something. *G* Thanks!
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Date: 2007-06-15 09:59 pm (UTC)I am pretty much sitting here with the 'der, look, purty picture' and the 'der, bwah, purty words'.
Y'all are bringing out my 'eloquent'.
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Date: 2007-06-18 08:04 am (UTC)And, as often as I've thought of the Pearl and the Dutchman as extensions of Jack and Will, I've never attributed souls to the ships themselves (or perhaps that's why) - so that was a nice touch.
But, being not much of a Titanic freak myself, you know I was thinking The A-Team when I read the name Murdoch. :-p
A beautiful piece about our immortal captain. Thank you!
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Date: 2007-06-19 01:59 am (UTC)Thanks!
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Date: 2007-06-19 03:38 am (UTC)Is any of your Face/Murdock floating around on the net? (I'm pretty sure it was all Jack/Will at your website.) Or was that all written (and/or destroyed) pre-internet? (Like my Original Series Battlestar Galactica Mary Sue fic. :-p)
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Date: 2007-06-20 08:52 pm (UTC)And yes, the A-Team debuted in January 1983, on Super Bowl Sunday. It ended with 4 1/2 seasons, in late 1987 - just as another favorite show of mine, Star Trek: Next Gen was making its debut. We are OLD my friend.
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Date: 2008-05-15 12:41 am (UTC)What a wonderful story you've written -- Will offering solace to the guilty, and the ship itself having a soul. I like your Will, the little self-deprecating 'an overextended captain' sounds just like him. Thanks for the pimp. *g*
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Date: 2008-05-15 01:30 am (UTC)I figure if Will's still captain 200 years later, he'll be very comfortable in his role and an expert at handling bad situations like this with just the right amount of humor and necessary absolution.
(And, you should look at the art that inspired it, too, if you get a chance ...)