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Author: Guede Mazaka
Rating: G.
Pairing: Vague Jack/Will.
Feedback: Sure. Good lines, bad ones, etc.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Summary: A conversation on traveling.

***

And the pirate says:

What price freedom? A

Ship, black-hearted devil
on silver-betraying water

A coat of blue and gold
And little cakes with tea
With a respectable side
Of boredom

A girl's book of dreams
Leather, worn and faded
Ink that still stains
Under each nail

A coin of gold, minted
From fresh blood
Beloved of gods and men
Too much

A sword, an eye
A woman riding Old Father Neptune
Without drowning
Cutting her softness adrift

And the man, grown and scarred and young still, says:

What price prison
Perhaps is the question

Men are bought
They sell themselves for
Castles and ends of rainbows
They make their own jails
Iron and steel or canvas and wood
'tis all the same

And they tell themselves that
Cost is bearable, when not
Gold and silver and jewels

But I would have a key, and
Go my own way
Whether it meets the land or the sea
That I leave to tomorrow

And the pirate drops his smile, and says:

And how shall you ride
Horse or carriage or two bleeding feet?

Who shall take you to yourself?
Cages and ladders cross
But they differ yet

Stay a while
Be carried where you please
Land where you please
But first stay

And the man looks at the horizon, and he says:

Ask mine eyes, and see your answer.

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