Drabble: 'Dark of the Moon'
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dwgmAbout a 160 words of Young!Jack. Funny how these little scenes leap into one's mind on hearing the theme of the week...
“I saw her first.”
“That’s a bloody lie!” snarled Knacker.
It was. And Captain Tobias knew it, too. He cocked a brow and gave his protégé a quizzical look. “That the way of it, Jack? Well, then. To the victor goes the spoils.”
With a roar of anger, Jack’s opponent was on him, and then it was the clash of steel on steel, the thump, pad, and scrape of boots. In seconds they were surrounded by a gawking, cheering mob, but Jack refused to be distracted. He had to win.
And did. Barely.
Five minutes, maybe, though it’d seemed an hour. Chest heaving, Jack stared down at his bleeding foe, and there was surprise on both their faces.
Jack recovered first. He turned to the girl. Pale hair, pale face. Rough hands holding her. For him. They let her go at his approach.
She gasped as he gripped her arm. He ignored it. “Come,” he said, and led her away.
~.~
~ Dark of the Moon ~
“I saw her first.”
“That’s a bloody lie!” snarled Knacker.
It was. And Captain Tobias knew it, too. He cocked a brow and gave his protégé a quizzical look. “That the way of it, Jack? Well, then. To the victor goes the spoils.”
With a roar of anger, Jack’s opponent was on him, and then it was the clash of steel on steel, the thump, pad, and scrape of boots. In seconds they were surrounded by a gawking, cheering mob, but Jack refused to be distracted. He had to win.
And did. Barely.
Five minutes, maybe, though it’d seemed an hour. Chest heaving, Jack stared down at his bleeding foe, and there was surprise on both their faces.
Jack recovered first. He turned to the girl. Pale hair, pale face. Rough hands holding her. For him. They let her go at his approach.
She gasped as he gripped her arm. He ignored it. “Come,” he said, and led her away.
~.~