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Title: Violet Eyes
Fandom: Pirates of the Caribbean
Character: Siobhan Carrick

Rating: PG

Table: 2 Prompt: Eyes

Disclaimer:  All POTC references belong to the Disney Corporation.  Siobhan is mine. All D&D references (Such as they are) belong to the late, great Gary Gygax.

Summary:  Jack ponders the new girl on the ship.  One of his confusing, inner dialogues.  He talks to himself.

 

( She seems so lonely... )

 

 

Title: Old Friend Darkness

Claim: Fandom
Fandom: Pirates of the Caribbean
Table Number: 2 Prompt 2: Dark
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Siobhan (pronounced shi-von for those that don’t understand Gaelic grammar) belongs entirely to me.  She is a completely crazy, uninhibited AU me, actually.  All references to anything POTC belong to the Disney Corporation and/or whoever else claims them.
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I'm so glad this community has taken off and that so much fic is being shared. If you get a chance, please read some of the stories and give feedback.

Anyway, I'd love it if you guys would take a moment and tag your fics by fandom if you haven't already. If you can't get it to work, please let me know.

Title: Drift Away

Claim: Fandom
Fandom: Pirates of the Caribbean
Table Number: 2 Prompt 1: Ocean
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Siobhan (pronounced shi-von for those that don’t understand Gaelic grammar) belongs entirely to me.  She is a completely crazy, uninhibited AU me, actually.  All references to any POTC belong to the Disney Corporation and/or whoever else claims them.
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Title: One Day
Claim: Highlander/Tables Two thru Four
Prompt: Ocean
Fandom: Highlander/Pirates of the Caribbean
Notes: PG, complete, the first story featuring OC, Charlotte Sparrow.
Summary: Methos helps a newly immortal woman deal with the impending death of her mortal husband.

“Charlotte,” the man’s voice said softly from behind her. “I have done all I can. There is nothing left now but to make him comfortable.”

She didn’t respond, continuing to stare out at the ocean. But he waited, as the summer night fell like a cloak all 'round. Waited for her acceptance that her husband was dying. And for acceptance, finally, of what she was. Of what they were.

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