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Fanfic 100 - 051, Water
Title: Passage
Fandom: Sweeney Todd
Characters: Benjamin Barker
Prompt: 051, Water
Word Count: 375
Rating: G
Summary: The beginning of a voyage
Author's Notes: I've been trying to write this fic all week and it has just obstinately refused to be written. Stubborn little thing. Here it is, in any case.
Benjamin was seasick for a week after leaving London. The ship was cramped and stank of disease and filth and too many people in too little space. He hadn’t been in jail long before his trial, so he still wasn’t entirely used to the loss of freedom and the press of his fellow prisoners. On top of the unaccustomed motion of the sea, it made for a miserable seven days.
He fell back into his hammock, fighting the nausea rolling over him. There were weeks – months – remaining of the voyage. He half thought he could endure any punishment, if it would get him off this ship. His hair was plastered to his head with the heat and stickiness of a hold full of men, a quarter of whom were ill and all of whom were hungry and suffering from a mixture of anger and fear.
He thought he was going to die. At one point, he hoped he would. It would be so easy. So simple to just lie back upon his hammock and let numbness sweep over him, just the motion of one more wave. When he closed his eyes, he could hear other convicts being sick, which made the gorge in his own throat rise in turn. The ocean beat against the sides of the ship mercilessly, as if the sea had decided to dash the hulk to pieces.
When Benjamin opened his eyes, he could see the man next to him – a man with dark coloring, being eaten alive by fever. He had been ill when they embarked, and the voyage had continued to make it worse. Beyond him were the heavy, black iron bars that kept them from venturing out of their hold. Even in the middle of the ocean, they were kept penned like cattle. Only the disease was free to race among them, unchecked.
He couldn’t just let go of course. Whenever he thought of it, he could see the judge and the beadle, smirking at him. His jaw tightened as he imagined their triumph, their superiority, if he should die before even making it to Australia. So he fought his way through the haze and the relentless motion of the sea. He wouldn’t give them the bloody satisfaction.
Fandom: Sweeney Todd
Characters: Benjamin Barker
Prompt: 051, Water
Word Count: 375
Rating: G
Summary: The beginning of a voyage
Author's Notes: I've been trying to write this fic all week and it has just obstinately refused to be written. Stubborn little thing. Here it is, in any case.
Benjamin was seasick for a week after leaving London. The ship was cramped and stank of disease and filth and too many people in too little space. He hadn’t been in jail long before his trial, so he still wasn’t entirely used to the loss of freedom and the press of his fellow prisoners. On top of the unaccustomed motion of the sea, it made for a miserable seven days.
He fell back into his hammock, fighting the nausea rolling over him. There were weeks – months – remaining of the voyage. He half thought he could endure any punishment, if it would get him off this ship. His hair was plastered to his head with the heat and stickiness of a hold full of men, a quarter of whom were ill and all of whom were hungry and suffering from a mixture of anger and fear.
He thought he was going to die. At one point, he hoped he would. It would be so easy. So simple to just lie back upon his hammock and let numbness sweep over him, just the motion of one more wave. When he closed his eyes, he could hear other convicts being sick, which made the gorge in his own throat rise in turn. The ocean beat against the sides of the ship mercilessly, as if the sea had decided to dash the hulk to pieces.
When Benjamin opened his eyes, he could see the man next to him – a man with dark coloring, being eaten alive by fever. He had been ill when they embarked, and the voyage had continued to make it worse. Beyond him were the heavy, black iron bars that kept them from venturing out of their hold. Even in the middle of the ocean, they were kept penned like cattle. Only the disease was free to race among them, unchecked.
He couldn’t just let go of course. Whenever he thought of it, he could see the judge and the beadle, smirking at him. His jaw tightened as he imagined their triumph, their superiority, if he should die before even making it to Australia. So he fought his way through the haze and the relentless motion of the sea. He wouldn’t give them the bloody satisfaction.
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Yes. Yessss. I don't even know what more to say besides mentioning that you've simply hit the nail on the head. The vengance is rooted deep.
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Tobyiconlove! YAY!
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