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23 September 2006 @ 02:59 pm
PotC Fanfic Post: One Rec and a Translation...  
First the rec...

A series of vignettes on Murtogg, Mullroy, Gillette and Groves by sinningia

If you enjoyed the supporting naval characters of Pirates of the Caribbean: Curse of the Black Pearl don't miss out on this. Each of these vignettes is a poignant and touching little gem, nailing down the characters' very essence in a beautifully clear and efficient language.



And now the translation... Remember the short German Norrington story I posted a couple of weeks ago? Well galadhir suggested to get my first, rough translation polished and to make it available to the English-speaking corners of fandom.





'TIL DEATH DO US …
by Bimo


Tortuga. Island of the condemned, island of signs and portents. The former Commodore James Norrington kneels down in the mud, directly in front of Elizabeth Swann, his former intended. He coughs and he retches, and the last acrid remains drip right on her boots.

"Let it go, James. It is finished," she says in a tone so calm and so earnest. Feeling her hand rest on his shoulder moves him so strangely that he can't help but give a short, half-choked laugh.

He does not mind her seeing him in this condition; does not care when she cleans saliva from his chin with the ridiculously wide sleeve of her jacket. These, he tells himself, are nothing but a few fleeting chords of a song that never will be. For better for worse, in sickness and in health. Surely the nineteen years of difference in age would have taken their toll sooner or later.

"Can you walk?"

"Yes."

"We should leave this place."

He struggles to his feet. While she, between the swaying, rotating rows of houses, keeps searching for night time shelter, his sense of balance commits one act of treason after the other. Elizabeth doesn't have to mention the particular requirements, because he already realizes what they are. All this effort is simply to get him away from the harbour, away from the water.

Finally, in a narrow street with broad, overlapping upper stories she allows him to collapse against the next best ledge. Elizabeth herself remains upright and looks up at a few brightly lit windows.

"If I left you alone for a few moments you would not commit anything foolish, would you?"

Norrington shakes his head, closes his eyes.

"Elizabeth, if I wish to take somebody's life, it's the life of that madman. Not mine."

"Are you sure?"

Back in the days when he was still trusting enough to play round after round by the rules of a vicarage's knitting circle he would have let the cat out of the bag at that very moment. But under current conditions all that he wants is not to see her walk away into the shadows.

"You know, it certainly looked different," she calls after him from a distance. "Tell me, who was supposed to win this? One sloshed Commodore against a whole tavern of pirates?"

He'd dearly love to reply to that one, but the sensation of drifting and sinking just overwhelms him. The very next moment he finds himself on the deck of the Pearl, standing side by side with a stranger whose face he only knows from a couple of portraits. Cutler Beckett's wig appears somewhat lop-sided, though, due to the crimson starfish growing out of his forehead.

Something, somebody strokes his hair and he starts.

"It is alright, James. Just dream on."

And James Norrington does just that.

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Kathyh: Kathyh piratekathyh on September 25th, 2006 09:56 pm (UTC)
Poor Norrington, so very lost. Nice work.
Bimo: Terra_incognitabimo on September 26th, 2006 07:02 am (UTC)
Thank you!

Glad to read the forlornness came across :-)
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Bimo: Swann_oldbiebimo on February 3rd, 2008 11:02 am (UTC)
Aw, thank you! :-D

Oh, and may I be so curious to inquire how you happened to stumble across that particular ficlet? It's been ages since I posted it here on LJ...