Pirate!Drabble
This week, the drabble challenge at Black Pearl
Sails is "Lies". Here's my reply, a double drabble (exactly 200 words,
without the title), a little sequel in my J/E plotline.
Admission
The morning after, he leaned on the rail beside her, took her cold hand in his, and said, rough and low, “All right, missy?”
She eyed him, not smiling. “You lied to me.”
He gaped. “I never!”
Her brow lifted.
He said, indignantly, “What? The bloody sea turtles? That was Gibbs!”
“Not that!”
He frowned, thoughtfully. “Not that hijeous paste necklace I gave you?”
She winced, recalling. “I gave that to my aunt and she tried to sell it.”
“Oh. I swear, I didn’t know! ‘Twas a good job they did, eh?”
“Yes. But that’s not it, either.”
“No?”
“No.”
He chewed his lip some, then said, hesitantly, “Not the time we was set upon, an’ Will near drowned an’ we told you he’d just got drunk an’ fell in a horse trough?”
She looked stunned, then extremely annoyed. “Is that what happened?”
Startled, he fluttered a hand, dismissively. “No, no! Only a jest!”
“Hmmm.” She frowned.
He sighed. “What then? I never did!”
“You did.”
“Did not.”
“You told me it would never have worked between us.”
He stared, remembering the night before: their thorough and delicious accord. “Ah. So I did, then.” He smiled, bent, and kissed her.
~.~
Admission
The morning after, he leaned on the rail beside her, took her cold hand in his, and said, rough and low, “All right, missy?”
She eyed him, not smiling. “You lied to me.”
He gaped. “I never!”
Her brow lifted.
He said, indignantly, “What? The bloody sea turtles? That was Gibbs!”
“Not that!”
He frowned, thoughtfully. “Not that hijeous paste necklace I gave you?”
She winced, recalling. “I gave that to my aunt and she tried to sell it.”
“Oh. I swear, I didn’t know! ‘Twas a good job they did, eh?”
“Yes. But that’s not it, either.”
“No?”
“No.”
He chewed his lip some, then said, hesitantly, “Not the time we was set upon, an’ Will near drowned an’ we told you he’d just got drunk an’ fell in a horse trough?”
She looked stunned, then extremely annoyed. “Is that what happened?”
Startled, he fluttered a hand, dismissively. “No, no! Only a jest!”
“Hmmm.” She frowned.
He sighed. “What then? I never did!”
“You did.”
“Did not.”
“You told me it would never have worked between us.”
He stared, remembering the night before: their thorough and delicious accord. “Ah. So I did, then.” He smiled, bent, and kissed her.
~.~