Still writing. Aaaaarrrrrgh.
Jul. 29th, 2004 09:46 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dwgmWell, apparently I'm obsessed. Wrote a short story--an epilogue to Norrington's Choice--and now another drabble. Had to do it as I suggested the theme: "Anamaria".
She’d told him no.
No, he couldn’t borrow it. She fished! How was she supposed to fish without a boat?
Damn his eyes!
Devil’s eyes. Lined, like a whore’s, but prettier. Like the rest of him. She’d said no to that, too, for all the good it did her. Criminal what rum did to self-restraint. She’d stick to ale from now on, thanks.
And now he needed a crew and that fool Gibbs didn’t want her. Bad luck, he said. Bloody hell! She’d ‘bad luck’ him!
And maybe she’d ‘bad luck’ Jack for good measure, while she was at it.
~ Bad Luck ~
She’d told him no.
No, he couldn’t borrow it. She fished! How was she supposed to fish without a boat?
Damn his eyes!
Devil’s eyes. Lined, like a whore’s, but prettier. Like the rest of him. She’d said no to that, too, for all the good it did her. Criminal what rum did to self-restraint. She’d stick to ale from now on, thanks.
And now he needed a crew and that fool Gibbs didn’t want her. Bad luck, he said. Bloody hell! She’d ‘bad luck’ him!
And maybe she’d ‘bad luck’ Jack for good measure, while she was at it.
