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Title: White Sails
Fandom: Pirates of the Caribbean
Character: Elizabeth Swan
Rating: PG
Word Count : 235
Prompt: 019. White at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
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She’d spent weeks pouring over details of the dress, picking just the right accents to match the best imported silk her father could ship in from China. Only the best for his beloved daughter, after all. The veil had been handmade by nuns in Switzerland. She’d wanted to visit there when she was little but her father had informed her they had mountains there. Snow. It all sounded very cold and her blood had thinned from all the time she’d spent in the warm breezes of the Caribbean. Even though she didn’t particularly care about seeing those mountains, she was thankful to those nuns for the delicate veil that was the perfect part of the whole bridal outfit. Everything was perfect and all she needed to do was wait in heady anticipation for the wedding.
A rainstorm. A several days in a prison cell that stank of rot and decay. A swift decent into the hold of a ship.
The dress had served its purpose many times over but she still cried as she slipped it over her head. Her dreams had been wrapped up in this dress. To take it off now felt like a defeat of all she had dreamed about. She and Will had talked about what they would do after they were married. Funny how they should have talked about what they would do if the wedding didn’t happen at all.
Fandom: Pirates of the Caribbean
Character: Elizabeth Swan
Rating: PG
Word Count : 235
Prompt: 019. White at
varietypack100She’d spent weeks pouring over details of the dress, picking just the right accents to match the best imported silk her father could ship in from China. Only the best for his beloved daughter, after all. The veil had been handmade by nuns in Switzerland. She’d wanted to visit there when she was little but her father had informed her they had mountains there. Snow. It all sounded very cold and her blood had thinned from all the time she’d spent in the warm breezes of the Caribbean. Even though she didn’t particularly care about seeing those mountains, she was thankful to those nuns for the delicate veil that was the perfect part of the whole bridal outfit. Everything was perfect and all she needed to do was wait in heady anticipation for the wedding.
A rainstorm. A several days in a prison cell that stank of rot and decay. A swift decent into the hold of a ship.
The dress had served its purpose many times over but she still cried as she slipped it over her head. Her dreams had been wrapped up in this dress. To take it off now felt like a defeat of all she had dreamed about. She and Will had talked about what they would do after they were married. Funny how they should have talked about what they would do if the wedding didn’t happen at all.
