Title: Seven Holy Virtues, Seven Deadly Sins
Author: kHo (email@example.com)
Pairings: J/W, W/E
Summary: Jack's no saint, nor does he pretend to be.
Notes: I wonder, but only slightly, how blasphemous this makes me. LOL.
I did this ages ago with Sports Night, and I just thought to do it with POTC. I've done Jack, but I heartily encourage anyone who wants to, to do it with any other character.
Seven Holy Virtues / Seven Deadly Sins challenge: take a character, any fandom and write seven drabbles based on each of the seven virtues and seven based on the seven sins.
Seven Holy Virtues
Augustine conceived of history as a dramatic struggle between the good in humanity, as expressed in loyalty to the "city of God," or community of saints, and the evil in humanity, as embodied in the earthly city with its material values. His view of human life was pessimistic, asserting that happiness is impossible in the world of the living, where even with good fortune, which is rare, awareness of approaching death would mar any tendency toward satisfaction. He believed further that without the religious virtues of faith, hope, and charity, which require divine grace to be attained, a person cannot develop the natural virtues of courage (fortitude), justice, temperance, and wisdom (prudence). His analyses of time, memory, and inner religious experience have been a source of inspiration for metaphysical and mystical thought.
- "Philosophy, Western," Microsoft(r) Encarta(r) Online Encyclopedia 2003
belief in, devotion to, or trust in somebody or something, especially without logical proof
"Do you believe in God, Jack?"
"Do I believe in God?"
Jack nodded. "Course."
Jack smiled. "Said I believed in 'im, Will. Didn't say I liked Him all that much."
Will frowned. "You don't?"
Jack shrugged. "Grow up with my life, Will, and see if you like 'im very much."
Jack laughed, sitting next to him. "Don't misunderstand me, Will. I love God, I have faith in God. I just think sometimes I fall a little more to the wayside than perhaps I expressly deserve."
"Yeah," Will said, nodding. "I think I know how you feel."
the desire and search for a future good, difficult but not impossible to attain with the Lord's help
Jack frowned as Gibbs continued to question him at the helm. "I just don't understand, Jack."
Jack flicked his eyes towards him. "Because. I must."
"You truly believe he's alive," Gibbs asked, scratching at his head and frowning in confusion. "After all these years?"
"I don't know what I believe, Gibbs," Jack said, shrugging. "All I know is it's a possibility."
"That Bootstrap's alive?"
Jack growled, rolling his eyes. "It's a bloody possibility, Gibbs. And as such, it's my duty to find out."
"You think you ever truly will," Gibbs asked.
Jack shrugged again, frowning. "Don't know. Hope so, though."
love directed toward God, as well as oneself and one's neighbors as objects of God's love
Jack smiled. "I'll take that as a thanks."
Will's eyes widened as he looked at the bar of gold in his hands. "It's too much," he said, his eyes falling on the chest with much more.
"Not for you and your missus, love," Jack said with a wide grin. "Not on your wedding day. No such thing."
Will shook his head. "I can't believe you risked getting hanged just to give me a chest of something I don't deserve."
"That's what one does when they love another."
Will smiled. "Then I shall do the same, should the day come."
strength and endurance in a difficult or painful situation
"Cap'n, we must abort!"
"Nay! Steady I said!"
"If you think it is, it'll be so. I say it's not, now man your post!"
"Cap'n, we're outnumbered!"
"And I'll bloody kill ye myself if ye don't stop bickering me with me! Man your bloody post!"
"Cannon's ready, Cap'n!"
"Fire when ready!"
"We're out, Jack."
"Well then collect some more..."
"No, Jack, we're out."
"Well... then get ready to board."
"We're outnumbered three to one, Jack."
"It's Cap'n, Gibbs, an' I say get ready to board!"
"That's more like it."
fairness or reasonableness, especially in the way people are treated or decisions are made
"Ye fired a hole in me ship, mate," Jack said, leaning down. "What do you have to say to that?"
"Was ordered sir... Cap'n."
Jack's mouth quirked slightly. "Explain ta me why I should let ye go?"
"I, what, whelp," Jack said, picking the young boy's feathered hat off his head. "Feather's all wrong. Makes ye look like a ponce."
The boy frowned. "Aye, sir."
Jack looked to Gibbs. "What say you we leave him on shore next we stop," he said. "On the agreement that he return to his mother, where he belongs?"
Gibbs smiled. "I say aye, Cap'n."
self-restraint in the face of temptation or desire
"Surely one piece won't hurt too badly... I'll be careful. Neat, even. Won't touch nothin' else."
"What," he grumbled, fingers hovering above the steaming pie. "S'just pie, Will. Not cursed."
"Have you *met* Elizabeth," Will asked. "She'll make you wish it *was* just a curse, she gets her hands on you."
"But I'm *hungry*, Will," Jack whined, frowning petulantly at him. "An' I love apples."
"Jack Sparrow, you touch that pie an' I'll have your ship for my own," Elizabeth said from the doorway.
Jack spun around, grinning. "Wouldn't dream of it, love. Didn't even cross me mind. Honestly."
a tendency to evaluate situations carefully so as to avoid risk
It was so tempting, the way the moonlight rested on skin, the adam's apple bobbing slightly as Will slept.
It would be so easy to steal a kiss, the boy probably wouldn't even rouse from his sleep. All he'd have to do was walk over there, bend down, and be done with it.
That is, if it weren't for the consequences. If it weren't for Elizabeth's wrath, and Will's possible horror.
If it weren't for the fact that Jack had thought about it one too many times, and once one's tasted the wine it never quite fully leaves your palette.
Seven Deadly Sins
Classification of sins: pride, greed, lust, anger, gluttony, envy, and sloth. There is no foundation in the Bible for this classification, but the above list has been found in the works of several spiritual writers and theologians, including Saint Thomas Aquinas, a leading Roman Catholic theologian during the 13th century. Aquinas slightly modified the earlier lists of Saint John Climacus and Saint Gregory the Great. These seven sins are not singled out because they are all grievous sins or because of their severity, but because they are the inevitable source of other sins.
- "Seven Deadly Sins," Microsoft(r) Encarta(r) Encyclopedia 99.
a haughty attitude shown by people who believe that they are better than others
"Bloody bilge rat."
Will laughed. "He's not that bad, Jack."
"Look at him, all kempt perfectly, head held high."
"It's called pride, Jack. It's not a sin."
Jack turned and pointed at Will. "It actually is, young William."
Will rolled his eyes. "Norrington's not as bad as you think. He has to carry himself that way. He's the Commodore, wouldn't do to be dirty and unkempt." He smiled. "Not a pirate after all."
Jack frowned, squinting at Will. "You mean to tell me you like him?"
Will laughed. "I do."
Jack rolled his eyes, his hands lifting skyward. "Bloody hell."
an overwhelming desire to have more of something than is actually needed
"We'll keep going."
"It's not a good idea to tempt the fates, Jack."
Jack frowned at the older man. "Why is it you insist on calling me Jack and not Captain?"
Gibbs grinned. "Used to it, I s'pose. And the winds are tellin' us to not forge ahead."
Jack shook his head. "We're almost there."
"Lots of treasure there, Gibbs. 'Nuff t'last a lifetime."
"And greed will be the end of you, Jack, if you forge ahead in this storm."
Jack frowned. "You feel that strongly?"
"Aye, Jack, I do."
He smiled slightly. "Aye, then, Gibbs. Tomorrow then."
to have a very strong desire to obtain something, often sexually motivated
Will looked at him, eyes narrowing. "Jack, what are you doing?"
Jack descended on him, his fingers resting on his shoulders as he pressed a light kiss to his lips. "Just for a moment," he muttered. "Just to see."
"Jack," Will said softly, pulling back. "I'm married."
"Know that, whelp," Jack said, smiling down at him. "But she's not here, now, is she?"
"Stop," Will said, breaking off in a groan as Jack's teeth scraped his shoulder. "We can't."
"You're respondin', love..."
"But we can't," Will said, pushing him away. "Because I might be tempted, but it's Elizabeth I love."
A strong feeling of displeasure or hostility
"Are we heading to Port Royal this year."
"No. Nor next year, nor the next."
"We go every year 'round this time."
"No point," he said, taking a deep gulp of rum.
"Because of Will," Gibbs asked softly. "Because you're embarrassed?"
"Not embarrassed," Jack hissed, pointing a finger at him. "An' you don't shut up, I'll drop you off at next port, an' I'll never see *you* again either."
"Not fair, Jack," Gibbs continued, looking at him disapprovingly. "Kid loves you, no matter which way. You'll break his heart you let your pride get in the way."
"Gibbs," Jack roared. "Mind your own!"
the act or practice of eating and drinking to excess.
"It's worse than usual, innit Gibbs?"
"I believe it is, Ana," Gibbs said, nodding.
"He's bloody drunk as hell," Anamaria said, frowning at her captain. "Don't even know what he's doing. Gonna get hisself killed if he's not careful."
"No he won't," Gibbs said, shaking his head. "Cause we're gonna watch out for him, aren't we Ana?"
"What we need is the presence of Will," she said quietly. "That whelp always knew how to talk some sense into the daft bastard."
"Aye, but Will's the problem," Gibbs said. "And what's worse, Jack won't even own up to it."
the resentful or unhappy feeling of wanting somebody else's success
"Three years! Three years you don't come around!"
"Keep yelling, Will, and it'll be three more."
"Why, Jack? Why did it suddenly stop," he asked. "We were worried sick about you!"
"We, love," Jack asked, one eyebrow rising. "You an' the pretty missus, worried 'bout little old me? You've got each other, what do'ya need with me?"
"We love you, Jack."
"Aye, but it's each other you truly love."
Will shook his head. "We love each other, yes, but that doesn't lessen how we feel for you."
"No," Jack said, shaking his head. "But it limits it, now doesn't it?"
a dislike of work or any kind of physical exertion
"But it's such a lovely day, Gibbs."
"There's work to be done."
"And it shall be done-- by me crew, not by me."
"Listen, Jack, I'm glad to see the visit with the Turners has done ya come good but..."
Jack laughed, tilting his head back in his hammock. "It's a pretty day, Gibbs. I'd like to sit here an' read. If you'd like to join me, perhaps even read to me, that's fine. Otherwise, leave me be."
"Lazy, Jack," Gibbs said, smiling softly. "That's what you are. Lazy."
"Aye," Jack said with a grin. "Now sit. I'm on the second paragraph of page 23."
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