A hundred words for the 'Fall' prompt at
blackpearlsails...
~ Letter of Marque ~
Elizabeth's fall had been the beginning of his own, regardless of what he had thought at the time. Jealousy could make a man do strange things. Actions that seemed just and reasonable and necessary in the light of day had motives that became plain at night as the mists of dreams dissolved and one's heart began to ache in the blackness. The unthinkable rendered simple truth.
What was honor? Or duty?
The unexamined life is not worth living. But James wondered about the examined life, pinned to one's bed, the thud of another heart, undead, echoing in one's ears.
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