Hunger Games: Fandom Style

Never Say We Die

The sea was cold and grey the day they brought Jack home.
The people of 4 broke the box the Capital claimed held Tia Dolma into chips of wood. She wasn't in it, of course. Even the Capital could not kill the sea. Somewhere in this world Calypso was reforming. Weakened by her binding, perhaps, but alive. The more superstitious of the sailors transformed the wood chips into amulets to curry her favor.
That was not to say the box had been empty. Will Turner, the only one of the victors to escape imprisonment by smuggling himself out, accepted a hand up gratefully.
The lid was pried more gently off of Jack's box. They stood by the shore and waited.
A small black dot drifted towards the beach. Elizabeth Swan, the mayor's daughter, waded out and caught it. She returned with Jack's hat in her hands. It was laid on his chest reverently.
The casket was pushed out to sea. As it drifted towards the horizon, a song rose up hauntingly.
"The sea be ours and by the powers,
Where we will, we'll roam . . .
Yo, ho, haul together, hoist the colors high
Heave, ho, thieves and beggars, never shall we die . . . "

The head Peacekeeper clicked on his live video feed to the president and used the security phrases that would mark it as important. President Snow opened the link. "Yes?"
"They've - they've starting to sing, sir." He shivered. Even from the safety of his office, just listening to that melody made his hair stand on end. He watched the ripples in the crowd as the news of the Pirate Lords' arrests spread like a dock fire.
He was a seasoned veteran. He didn't gulp.
Much.
"They appear to be collecting weapons, sir. I believe they intend to use them. And I've located Will Turner."
"Kill him." The order left no room for argument, which was what made this so unfortunate.
"That might prove difficult, sir. He's right in the middle of the mob."
"Then get your Peacekeepers into the middle of it with him. I will have someone's head on a platter tonight, Norrington. You'd do well to make sure it's his." The screen went dark.
Norrington stared at the black screen for a moment. Then he looked at the live footage of pirates strapping on enough gear to outfit a force three times their size.
That did not change his duty.
He stood.

President Snow watched the footage and turned up the volume.
"Never shall we die . . . "
"We'll see about that," he muttered.

From his cell, Captain Morgan looked up. He smiled up at his interrogator through the blood that sheeted down his face.
"So it begins."