PotC Plotbunnies are Eating Me.

While listening to old Scottish, Irish, and Appalachian ballads tonight, I was hit with a PotC plot-bunny. If anyone else knows the song "House Carpenter," (about a woman who leaves her husband to run off with a sailor who and ends up going to Hell), well, I decided that, suitably tweaked, it would make a great extended songfic about Jack & Elizabeth, or even Jack & Will..

Sample: Well met, well met, my own true love
well met, well met cried he.
I've just returned from the salt, salt sea
all for the love of thee.

I could have married the King's daughter dear.
She would have married me.
I've forsaken her crowns of gold
all for the love of thee.

If you could have married the King's daughter dear
I'm sure you were to blame,
for I have married a house carpenter.
I find him a nice young man.
I find him, a nice young man.

And if I forsake my house carpenter
and go along with thee,
what have you got to maintain me on
and keep me from slavery?
And keep me from slavery?

Got six ships, six ships out on the sea,
seven more on dry land.
A hundred and ten brave sailor men
will be at your command.

So she picked up her own wee babe,
kisses she gave him three,
saying stay right here with my house carpenter
and keep him good company.
And keep him good company.

They'd not been gone but about two weeks
I'm sure it was not three.
That fair maiden, she began to weep.
She wept most bitterly.

Why do you weep, my own true love?
Weep for you golden store?
Or do you weep for you house carpenter?
You're never gonna see him anymore.

Oh, I do not weep for my house carpenter
or for my golden store.
I do weep for my wee, wee babe
Never gonna see him anymore.
Never gonna see him anymore.

They'd not been gone but about three weeks
I'm sure it was not four.
That little ship, she sprang a leak and sank.
Never gonna rise no more.

What hills, what hills are these, my love,
these hills so fair and high?
These are the hills of heaven, my love,
and not for you and I.

What are these hills, these hills, my love,
these hills so dark and low?
These are the hills of Hell, my love,
where you and I must go.
Where you and I must go.

"John Riley" has some serious possibilities as well, and "What Shall We do with a Drunken Sailor?" provides about twenty rabid plot bunnies that I'm harpooning with Queequeg as I type.

The Plot Bunnies Have Finished Eating Me and Are Now Knawing My Bones.

After a night's worth of thought, I have decided that "House Carpenter" could work equally well as a Norrington/Elizabeth song. Too bad I don't ship Norrington/Elizabeth ^_^. Anyway, instead of paying proper attention to the sermon this morning, I worked out a tentative pot concept for a PotC fic--it's going to be OT3 and Norrington/OC, since the poor guy deserves to end up with something, at least. Anyway, I'm going to use verses from "House Carpenter" and other chanties/ballads at the beginnings of the chapters, and I have some ideas that I don't think anyone else has used yet. Norrington gets to fall for Elizabeth's recently widowed cousin, whose husband was murdered by pirates while they sailed from England. Will gets to run off to join Jack and the Pearl (okay, that one has been used), and Elizabeth gets to follow him. Or maybe she should run off first.

Of course, I have two motorcycle articles and an X-Men Evolution fic to finish before I can start on this one.

About church this morning: there are times when I wish I had never written that fifth chapter of "Not All Scars are Visible." Like, for example, this morning, when there was a baptism in church and all I could think of was my twisted take off of the baptismal ceremony that I used when Voldemort gave Draco his mark.