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Author: Guede Mazaka
Rating: PG
Pairing: Overall, Will/Elizabeth/Anamaria, Jack/Jacques/James, with some shuffling.
Feedback: Lines you liked, ones I messed up, whatever.
Disclaimer: This version of Jacques is sort of mine, but the rest definitely aren't.
Notes: Set in a parallel Prohibition-era New Orléans called Nouvelle Lune/New Moon, so its history didn't quite go as ours did. Supernatural overtones. For raphe1 in return for the icons.
Summary: Waking up in Nouvelle Lune.
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Jack and Jacques still abed behind him, knot of jet and gold like some Indian treasure, brought back by the old caravels. Standing at the windowsill, James can feel the planks beneath his feet start to rock and roll. Wind blows salt into his mouth, calling up memories that are his and not his.
His mind stretches down to the seafloor, encompassing all wonders from crystal blue to ink black, then snaps back. And there is a lean warmth lying against his back. "Watch y'rself, Jaime."
"I know. I won't ever go too far." Dawn plays rose petal light over James' face. "I love it too much here."
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