Drabble - "True Freedom"
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veronica_richTitle: "True Freedom"
Rating: PG for violence
Characters: J/E, Will
Disclaimer: POTC. I do not own these characters. I make no profit off their usage.
Summary: Everything has consequences, even when you think nobody is looking.
A/N: Months ago, someone challenged me to write in only 100 words something dark and twisty. Many arcs came to mind, but I thought I'd experiment with the one I haven't seen anyone else tackle. (The OOC factor of this is yours to judge; I like to think it works *only* if ALL three characters shift a little to the left in characterization. And yes, I DO like O. Henry.)
She spotted him in the midst of carnage, Pearl’s deck buckling under cannonfire. “Will!” she yelled, hacking through bodies.
His otherworldly crew was touching fallen souls. “Elizabeth.” He smiled.
“Thank God!” They were losing. But his sword was still sheathed. “A little help?”
“I am.” She gaped. “I am merciful Death.” Calmly, he halted her interruption. “I would not presume to judge your destiny other than you have freely chosen.” He nodded toward Jack, gut being run through on a sword. “Just as he’s chosen his.”
“But my son is here!” Horrified, as enemy hands grabbed her.
“But not mine.”
Rating: PG for violence
Characters: J/E, Will
Disclaimer: POTC. I do not own these characters. I make no profit off their usage.
Summary: Everything has consequences, even when you think nobody is looking.
A/N: Months ago, someone challenged me to write in only 100 words something dark and twisty. Many arcs came to mind, but I thought I'd experiment with the one I haven't seen anyone else tackle. (The OOC factor of this is yours to judge; I like to think it works *only* if ALL three characters shift a little to the left in characterization. And yes, I DO like O. Henry.)
She spotted him in the midst of carnage, Pearl’s deck buckling under cannonfire. “Will!” she yelled, hacking through bodies.
His otherworldly crew was touching fallen souls. “Elizabeth.” He smiled.
“Thank God!” They were losing. But his sword was still sheathed. “A little help?”
“I am.” She gaped. “I am merciful Death.” Calmly, he halted her interruption. “I would not presume to judge your destiny other than you have freely chosen.” He nodded toward Jack, gut being run through on a sword. “Just as he’s chosen his.”
“But my son is here!” Horrified, as enemy hands grabbed her.
“But not mine.”
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Date: 2008-08-03 04:07 pm (UTC)I agree, if Will gets screwed over by Jack and Liz the way so many recent fics seem to show him being screwed over by them, I can see him burying himself in his work as an anodyne and eventually taking this decidedly detached view of the whole world, not just Jack and Liz. It'd certainly be easier than agonizing over every soul whose life he could've saved and didn't.
And as Bill said in the latest segment of your J/W,E/W fic, Will isn't the genie of the lamp; he's not the Cavalry, riding in to save people. He's the mortuary officer, picking up the pieces afterward.
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Date: 2008-08-03 07:17 pm (UTC)I think so, with rare exception. I see stories where he charges in to save his cuckolding wife and the "friend" who shafted him with her - I just wondered what the other side might look like, if he were to become that detached a character.