Gender: Female Location: I'm American, but I live in Beijing
I'm going to give you my 23 favorite Sparrabeth stories on Fanfiction. These *** are by the ones that I like most out of all of them.
1. Wondering Why - by Commander
2. Wild - by Brunette
3. Secret - by misaishiru
4. Never Love Me - by Erinya
5. L'esprit de l'escalier - by Labyrinths
6. Pirate Lore - by Commander
***7. Dances With Pirates - by AJsHellCat
***8. Message in a Rum Bottle - by Sleepy Lotus
9. The Triple Threat - by keliz2005
10. Splintered Hearts - by Gea
11. The Pirate's Web - by Sleepy Lotus
12. Swann's Note - by Beautiful x lie
13. End of the Beginning - by hartlike01
***14. Wings - by sypathex
15. Surrender - by Femmevixen03
16. Seabirds - by bravenewcentury
17. Don't Sleep to Dream - by The Rouge Pirate
18. Morning Theft - by bravenewcentury
***19. Dead Men Tell No Tales - by TheDelightfulBrit
20. Prove it - by L.O.T.S.
21. [the first part of the first chapter of] The Seventh Sin - by secretstrangeangel
***22. Leaving and Staying - by The Nobel French Fry
***23. The Swan and the Owl - allhisengines
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hey guys just telling yall this on www.sparrabeth.com at least thats what its callled...the person that has LoveJackSparrow on it isent me my account name is captain_jack_sparrow1101 because who ever took that and I dont know if they have an account on here took it I wanted that name but oh well...
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You know what never mind because my friends just told me that they made an account for me on there and now that account is mine ERG!!!!!!!! what a waste of my time........oh well i guess i will have 2 accounts but il go on lovejacksparrow more then captain_jack_sparrow1101 i guess oh that just makes me mad!
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OMG! Hambah I read those. GREAT! Dances with pirates was great!
LJS! it's a good thing you have two accounts!
Does anyone have any stories on fanfiction.net? I have 2 under the name teepirategirl but I would love to read some by you guys!
Anyone have an account on there? Any fics?
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Freedom...
Gender: Female Location: I'm American, but I live in Beijing
Yeah, I love Dances With Pirates
Your story Through the Ages is really good! I put it on my story alert list.
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OMG...girls, have you guys read this story..it's very very good...true to the characters, very well written and kept me spell-bound....
it's called "The Flying Dutchman"
Gender: Female Location: I'm American, but I live in Beijing
Omg thanks for sharing! It's great.
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I have a question about a Sparrabeth story. Even though I don't completely understand everything about it, I love it. It's called "The Swan and the Owl." Here it is, and it's told from W/E's son's POV:
'Sit down, love, and listen to Uncle Jack.'
Uncle Jack comes to our house a few times a year, mostly unannounced. He was last here for my tenth birthday, but him and Ma had a huge fight and this is the first I've seen him since. Almost a year.
I'm don't quite understand sure exactly how this man is an uncle, being completely unrelated to me in any way whatsoever, but seeing as he makes Ma so happy, who am I to bring it up? I take a seat at out little wooden dining table.
Ma is pouring rum for the both of them and slowly placing our dinner on the table. She says its bad manners to eat before all the attending are seated, but Jack reaches for the salted pork immediately, washing it back with a large sip of drink.
'Ever been to India, lad? No, of course you haven't. If you had, I would have brought you, not that your mum would allow any such thing, and seeing as I don't recall doing any such thing, you haven't been.'
Sometimes it is rather difficult dealing with Uncle Jack, simply because most of the time I have no idea what is coming out of his mouth.
'India is the mother-land of some of the most brilliant tales ever told. I know you like stories so.' I do. 'How's about I tell you me favorite?' That got my attention. It got Ma's too. Her eyes widened just a bit and she placed a new cup of rum in front of Uncle Jack before joining us at the table.
'It's a story of a swan and an owl. Goes a bit like this,' he cleared his throat theatrically. I suppose he thinks it adds to the atmosphere. I don't know why he bothers. Ma and I are already listening beyond distraction. 'There this swan, hanging around minding its own bird-y business when along comes an owl. Great big bloody eyes, this owl has got. You ever seen an owl? Bloody big eyes...'
Ma used to slap him for his language, but I think eventually she realized it was a lost cause.
'Unusual for an owl to be out among the day-birds. But anyways, he made great friends with the swan and showered her with praise. They fancied they loved one another. But the owl is a night bird, see, and it had to return to forests to sleep. 'I must return' says the owl, 'but please come with me.'
Ma is looking at Uncle Jack funny. Like she's woken up from a nightmare. She has those a lot. I try to help, but she sends me away, not wanting to upset me. But, no, not terrified like after a nightmare; like when she's just woken up and she can't figure out if the dream was real or not.
'So the swan, since she loves the owl, follows him to the forest. But he asked that when she found him, to wait until nightfall, when he could come out. She agreed, thinking herself a bit sleepy anyways. She slept through the night. Just before morning, a group of hunters came through and the owl hooted as they passed. The hunters shot at the owl, but he fled to the swan's home to seek protection. She did not wake to the owl's soft cry and so the hunters shot her and killed her.'
Uncle Jack is looking at Ma now like there is some great and terrible secret in his words. I think it is the saddest thing I've ever seen. Sometimes Ma has that look, when we sit on the cliff by our house, looking out at the horizon. The tension between them is starting to overwhelm me.
'That's the saddest story I've ever heard,' I say.
Uncle Jack turns to me like he's forgotten I was here. He may have. He looks at me for some time with eyes that are darkened, but hollow. Then his eyes fill with life and laughter.
'I know, lad. I know. They aren't all like that, though.' He's laughing.
'I don't understand. Why would the swan wait around all night for the owl? Swans don't sleep during the day. It's against their nature, isn't it?'
Ma looks like she might cry. I didn't the story was that sad.
'And the owl. If he loved her why would he ask her to do such a thing?'
The silence is palpable. I can feel a heaviness settle into the air around me. But I don't understand. I open my mouth again to ask Ma what is going on, but she cuts me off. Her eyes are holding Jack's in a gaze that seems unbreakable.
'Will you leave us a minute, Dylan?' Ma asks. I'm surprised.
'Won't be but a minute. Now be a good lad, and do as your mum says.'
I leave them and retire to my bedroom to clean up. I can their hushed but heated voices. When I am done cleaning, I sit on my bed to read. Uncle Jack brought me book from Italy; a story of a man that has journeyed to Hell and back.
Ma says that maybe, one day, she'll let Uncle Jack take me with him on his ship. She says that maybe we will all sail away on a vacation. I hope so. Ma seems so sad, always watching the sea. She's told me a few stories about her life, but nights like tonight make me think that there are many, many more to learn.
It's late when Ma comes into my room and kisses me.
'I'm sorry, sweetie. Jack and I were just talking about your birthday and got carried away.' She says, smiling. Truly smiling.
'What will we do?' I ask, muttering sleepily into my pillow.
It's then I realize that Uncle Jack is with Ma. He has an arm around Ma's waist and leans over me, kissing me on the brow as Ma shuffles the hair out of my eyes.
'How does India sound, love? For starters.' The last thing I see before I fall back asleep is a gleam of gold before Ma puts out the lamp and Uncle Jack leaning into whisper to Ma as they shut the door behind them. I think about how great India will be and whether there are stories happier than the one I heard tonight. I hope so.
1. That's it. I have a question about the metaphors. I believe Jack is the owl and Elizabeth is the swan, and the owl telling the swan to come away with him is Jack telling Elizabeth to come with him, you know all that stuff.
2. Next, there's this part: "But he asked that when she found him, to wait until nightfall, when he could come out. She agreed, thinking herself a bit sleepy anyways."
So she would sleep and stay awake until the NEXT night? Or what? Did the author mean to type "dawn"? But that wouldnt make sense either.
3. Do the hunters represent Will? Like he killed the swan, killed her freedom by having her stay in that little house. Like Will getting to her before Jack did?
4. This is next:
"'I don't understand. Why would the swan wait around all night for the owl? Swans don't sleep during the day. It's against their nature, isn't it?'
Ma looks like she might cry. I didn't the story was that sad.
'And the owl. If he loved her why would he ask her to do such a thing?'"
Does it mean they weren't meant for each other? I have no idea? I'm pretty lost at this part.
An explaination of any section would be appreciated.
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Well...I think the Swan is Elizabeth and the Owl is Will...thus the line 'And the owl. If he loved her why would he ask her to do such a thing?'"
i think the swan is killed because she slowly dies a little each year by wasting away her life waiting on Will's return..it's not in her nature to be settled...Elizabeth is full of life, freedom and adventure.....
I think at the end part..Jack has finally convinced Elizabeth to stop waiting on Will and she and the boy are going to go sailing with jack..the flash of gold is Jack's teeth......he is smiling at Lizzy.....i think the terrible secret between them is how much they love each other and long to be together but she has promised to wait 10 years for Will..and I don't think in this story that the boy has any idea what happened to his father...he doenst know why his mother watches the horizon....
that's my take on it...
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Because if Will truly loved Elizabeth he wouldn't ask for her to stay and wait for him...he would set her Free...he's just a bit selfish, me thinks....I still think that's how it should have ended....Will and Elizabeth loving each other...but loving her enough to let her go......and perhaps not quite end that she and jack would be a couple...but perhaps she would be free to go on adventures with him...and then who knows where that might lead.....
I just thought it strange that throughout the final 2 movies it was stressed that if Will stabbed the heart to free his father then he could no longer have Elizabeth...so, why did it end that although he didn't stab the heart by choice...they still ended up together......
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Ah thanks so much everyone for clearing that up for me =]
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okay....so here is some of the opening quotes/scenes from my favorite fanfic story "The Flying Dutchman"....
"What more could a black-hearted pirate of the Spanish Main want? He gently caressed the ship’s railing before him. He had his freedom, and he had eternity to enjoy it. Even better, he had as much rum as he could ever want – a thought that immediately sent him towards the helm of his ship in search of a bit of silent communion with the sea"
Jack gave no acknowledgement of the other man’s presence as Gibbs came to stand beside him, looking out over the brilliant blue of the sea. “Are we headed anywhere particular, Captain?” his First Mate asked.
“Not at the moment,” Jack said casually. “Just following the call of the horizon.”
“Ah,” Gibbs replied, giving a slantwise glance at the Captain. “I was just curious as to whether you’d thought to look at your compass lately.”
The comment was made in such a deceptively off-hand manner that it took a moment for the frown to crease Jack’s brow in response. “The bloody thing hasn’t worked since I got The Pearl back, you know that,” Jack said shortly. “It points nowhere I have any inclination, interest, or intention of going. And even if I had said interest, it would not be my inclination to give in to such intentions, as it were,” he concluded.
Gibbs didn’t respond, which had been Jack’s purpose. But after a moment, the older pirate turned to him and said, “It’s been nearly ten years, Jack.”
Gibbs walked away before Jack could say anything, which was fine because at the moment, Jack couldn’t think of a proper reply. Ten years – had it really been ten years? Jack felt his pleasure melt away until he found himself scowling at nothing in particular. Ten years. Wait, not ten, nearly ten – that had been the old dog’s point.
From the moment he’d set her onto that sandy beach and sailed off into the sunset, he’d vowed to never look back, and with few exceptions, he hadn’t. Or, at least, he liked to believe he hadn’t. Comments like the one from Gibbs brought the troublesome Ms. Swann to Jack’s mind a lot more often than he’d like. No, not Ms. Swann - Mrs. Turner.
The sky above suddenly seemed to darken, and a gust of wind from out of nowhere rushed past, blowing Jack’s braided hair into his eyes. Absently calling orders to his crew to adjust to the change in the weather, Jack glanced down at his belt, and the small box hanging at his waist. The last time he’d looked at the thing, he’d been in Tortuga, and the act had resulted in a slap from Scarlett in response, in a moment of passion, to being called a name that was decidedly not her own.
Ten years… he’d lived well enough, gotten into more than a few scrapes. Nothing a rouge of the sea such as himself couldn’t handle. It was a life he’d always wanted. It was everything he’d ever wanted. Except….
Rum. He needed rum. As if sensing the captain’s distress, Gibbs reappeared with the intention of taking the helm, and Jack let him without protest. With a smug grin, as though the lack of a complaint confirmed Gibbs’ suspicions, he asked, “What’s your heading, Captain?”
Scowling, Jack stared at Gibbs, who met his gaze without flinching, which only served to irritate him further. Defiantly, Jack ripped the compass from his belt and thumbed the latch open. For a moment he continued to glare at his First Mate, daring the man to imply that he was looking at the device due to any insinuation of his, before darting a quick glance at the compass.
Ten damn years, and the thing still pointed towards the only thing Jack was sure he didn’t want – Elizabeth. Without a word or a change in his expression, Jack held out the compass for Gibbs to examine, and had the urge to shoot something when the man simply nodded confidently.
“I’ll be in me cabin,” Jack said. “Tell the men we’ll be stopping in bonny Port Royale for a spell – they might want to be prepared for an unwelcome.”
“No need, Captain… the crew’s been looking forward to that port of call for months now,” Gibbs said merrily.
Jack froze in the doorway to his cabin before storming inside, slamming the barrier behind him to the sound of Gibbs’ roaring laughter.
Where was that rum?
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Jun 22nd, 2007 01:44 PM
I wanted that name but oh well...
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