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dwgmA big thank you to everyone who wished me a happy birthday yesterday! It was so much fun getting so many emails, all day long!
*hugs flist madly*
And now, a drabble. I was stumped by 'Jig' last week, but I thought of this one as soon as I saw the new prompt -- 'Back'. Many thanks to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
hereswith for the beta read. 150 words, without the title.
~ Breakable ~
He was real young for a captain. Not a captain now, of course, not with his pretty ship lying black and broken at the bottom of the sea. Himself lying, too, quiet and shivering those first days, then just quiet, though she saw how his hands gripped hard at the blanket when she'd dress his back, gentle as she was. Wasn't the worst she'd seen, but near enough.
She wondered if it would break him, that and the brand on his wrist that burned and burned. Burned more than just his wrist, for certain. She'd seen men break. Seen too much of that.
But when he was healed more, and on his feet some, she found him at the window one day, looking out, past the river.
"What you see out there, Jack Sparrow?" she asked.
He almost gave her that smile. "The horizon, love," he said.
Then she knew.
~.~
*hugs flist madly*
And now, a drabble. I was stumped by 'Jig' last week, but I thought of this one as soon as I saw the new prompt -- 'Back'. Many thanks to
hereswith for the beta read. 150 words, without the title. ~ Breakable ~
He was real young for a captain. Not a captain now, of course, not with his pretty ship lying black and broken at the bottom of the sea. Himself lying, too, quiet and shivering those first days, then just quiet, though she saw how his hands gripped hard at the blanket when she'd dress his back, gentle as she was. Wasn't the worst she'd seen, but near enough.
She wondered if it would break him, that and the brand on his wrist that burned and burned. Burned more than just his wrist, for certain. She'd seen men break. Seen too much of that.
But when he was healed more, and on his feet some, she found him at the window one day, looking out, past the river.
"What you see out there, Jack Sparrow?" she asked.
He almost gave her that smile. "The horizon, love," he said.
Then she knew.
~.~