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lynzie914 June 7 2014, 02:34:07 UTC
potc, elizabeth, all I ever wanted was the world

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fluffyfrolicker June 9 2014, 10:54:12 UTC
oh, daddy was a sailor (and he gave me a black heart) | potc | elizabeth | 123 words

She looks down and there is dirt under her nails.

(There is always dirt under her nails these days, and there is also dirt everywhere else these days, on her dresses and in her hair and on the instep of her black boots. There is no dirt on her pistol, though. This probably means something.)

(It means she cleans the .50 caliber flintlock meticulously, keeps it sharp and precise and never points it unless she plans to use it.)

(There is also wind in her hair and in the sails and open water as far as the eye can see and the helm of the ship is all hers when she wants it to be.)

She thinks this is what they call freedom.

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lynzie914 June 11 2014, 19:17:42 UTC
YOU WROTE ME ELIZABETH FIC. YOU WROTE ME ELIZABETH FIC. YOU WROTE ME ELIZABETH FIC!!!!!

Sorry, I got excited.

This is so so lovely and perfect. And I love the idea of their always being dirt under her nails and on her dresses and wind in her hair and that's how she likes it. The idea that her gun is kept clean because that's how she likes it. This is the life she chose for herself and it is everything she wants. Dirt and wind and guns and all. And I just love it.

Thank you, thank you, thank you!

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fluffyfrolicker June 12 2014, 13:25:47 UTC


GLAD YOU LIKED IT ♥

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