Monday Morning Angst
I would so much prefer to be on vacation today. Perhaps that thought has inspired this, my answer to this week's drabble challenge at Black Pearl Sails:
~ Lost Treasure ~
There was an audible gasp from behind him as he let the crown slip from his fingers. It didn't make much of a splash. Surprisingly numb, he watched it as it faded, falling into transparent black, turning and winking where the moonlight penetrated, ghostly silver fingers on buttery gold and colorful cut gems.
Gone. Then, a second later, a final glimmer from the depths.
Then gone, indeed.
Behind him, Elizabeth found her voice. "Jack! Why?"
He raised his eyes. Past stone and rippling silver water, to where the great ship lay anchored, waiting.
"Burial at sea, Miss Swann."
~.~
~ Lost Treasure ~
There was an audible gasp from behind him as he let the crown slip from his fingers. It didn't make much of a splash. Surprisingly numb, he watched it as it faded, falling into transparent black, turning and winking where the moonlight penetrated, ghostly silver fingers on buttery gold and colorful cut gems.
Gone. Then, a second later, a final glimmer from the depths.
Then gone, indeed.
Behind him, Elizabeth found her voice. "Jack! Why?"
He raised his eyes. Past stone and rippling silver water, to where the great ship lay anchored, waiting.
"Burial at sea, Miss Swann."
~.~