{ hoist the colours. }

[delga]

kabutar! Remember how I was OBSESSING over the end of PotC: At World's End? (Um, really. How could you forget? It was a looooong commentversation.) Anyway. I FOUND FIC. Fic that pretty much does what we were talking about. \o/

turn your sail (never say we die) by mercurial_wit

Sailing away from Elizabeth for the first time, you are half-expecting your heart to break and leak blood into the locked chest. You hold a spyglass to your eye until she is out of sight and until the new scar tissue beneath your collarbone has begun to ache.

So. Um. It's kind of SAPPY. But in a good way! I mean, it's well written, and it's Will and Elizabeth, so sappy is pretty par for the course. But! It's all... the curse! And the eternity of the curse! (Admittedly, my inner angst queen is still eager to write about Elizabeth waiting and waiting, and getting older and older, but never mind. THIS WILL DO NICELY.)

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Raines really does see dead people, yo.

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It's flipping freezing out. I mean, it's not snowing, but every time I step out the house, it starts to tip it down. Badlands was excellent. I always thought that Emilio Estevez looked more like his father than Charlie Sheen, but the similarities between the latter and Martin Sheen in this film are just insane. Also, Schuyler Fisk is a carbon copy of Sissy Spacek. (Spacek is beautiful in this film, effortlessly so.) The film was wonderful.

I have the accompanying lecture at 1600, and I booked my train ticket this morning to head home on Saturday. Now I just need to sort out these tutor meetings (and finish this flipping ballade) and I'll be set for Easter break. Yayarms!