Though I sang in my chains like the sea
There will be a coherent post about Pirates of the Caribbean: At World's End when I have slept. For now, I will say only that any film that fuses the underworld and the sea cannot disappoint me entirely, and that was quite possibly the best marriage ever. Spoilers to be discussed at length tomorrow. Points to
lignota,
navrins, and
gaudior for all owning more piratical hats than me. (I tied my hair back with a black ribbon. I maintain it was appropriate to the period. My brother took photographs when I got back.) I crash now.
"I'll live in the wastes," he said. "Once every hundred years, you will shine out of the sea and I'll come to you, or I will draw you into the winds with my harping . . ."
—Patricia McKillip, Harpist in the Wind (1979)
"I'll live in the wastes," he said. "Once every hundred years, you will shine out of the sea and I'll come to you, or I will draw you into the winds with my harping . . ."
—Patricia McKillip, Harpist in the Wind (1979)

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I am less upset about the death of Governor Swann, because it leads to that lovely, sad, eerie sequence where Elizabeth sees him drifting with the other dead souls across the starry sea, when she throws him a rope that he will not take and cries after him as he disappears downstream—there are nightmares like this, when you cannot reach people no matter how hard you try, no matter how much you love them, and the fact that the scene captured that dreamlike silence and horror and inevitability allows me to feel that the Governor's death was not merely to clear room for new characters in the film. I felt much more that Norrington had been casually dispatched for plot purposes, although
And I like your McKillip quote - I love that trilogy.
It's one of my touchstones.