They bring her up from the wretched, waterlogged hold, bound in rope and chain.

O ETERNAL Lord God, who alone spreadest out the heavens, and rulest the raging ( Read more... )

Jailed, again ( Read more... )

She's waiting still, but soon--very soon, now--what she longs to see will appear ( Read more... )

"Ah," she sighs, with the waves lapping up over the sand, sighing with her.

She had been waitingBut not for Jack. Oh, no, to wait for Jack is folly, she knows well: this would never be his decision to make. Not any longer ( Read more... )

There's a fair wind blowing, but it's hemmed by the trees and the buildings; rustling leaves and water and still black sails in frustration, ruffling her hem where she stands, toes curling into the coarse lakeside sand.

The Pearl is further from shore now, anchored and secure far out in the water, with no way for her to get to it, and Tia Dalma ( Read more... )

There is nothing like the river, here ( Read more... )