Actually posting a drabble for the current prompt at
blackpearlsails for a change. This is unbetaed, but only a hundred words, so hopefully it's OK. Mid-AWE Jack here, for the prompt...
~ Illusions ~
"Jack, this is real. We're here."
Jack's illusion it's just an illusion suffers a killing blow, wafting away on the (blessed) sea breeze.
Elizabeth.
It's her, all right.
Sun-burnt, including her hair. Thinner. Intent. Fragile.
Fragile. That's a new one.
But he can feel his hair trying to stand on end as the eyes he remembers (and remembers, and remembers) bore into him, through him, through the Illusion of Captain Jack Sparrow.
He's too obviously skimming the edge of sanity and turns away to find Gibbs, who must be real, too. Gibbs, keeper of the Illusion, even when Captain Jack Sparrow's mislaid it entirely.
~.~