Still Another First Day Drabble...
...this time fraternal twin to honorat's A Lesson In Manners. This morning I presented her with several plot bunnies for a "First Day" drabble, but got bit by one myself and came up with this. ObsessedGreat minds think alike: she pulled Lesson out of her hat at the same time.
~ Wooing a Lady ~
The fizzing vexation in Will’s blood had died away, for the most part, replaced by an anxious determination to prove he could be of use, even here.
“I can do it! Just show me,” he’d said, stubbornly, and set his jaw when he’d been eyed askance.
But Sparrow had finally given a sniff of acceptance. “Right then.”
Taking her wheel, the Interceptor felt like a live thing, and Will had to admit it was real work to hold her to her proper course while the pirate climbed aloft to make various arcane adjustments to the sails. As these were accomplished, however, she began to ease a little under his hands.
Sparrow finally dropped back to the deck and ambled toward Will, utterly in his element. Will felt the corner of his mouth twitch.
“Better, eh?” said Sparrow, and nodded thanks as Will gave over the helm. The pirate’s hands closed on the spokes, sure and firm; his smile was unfocused, beatific. “Better!” he murmured. “I’ll take care of you, lass. Don’t you worry.” But then he glanced at Will, with a nod and the arch of a black brow. “We’ll take care of you!”
Will gave up the struggle and smiled, too.
~.~
~ Wooing a Lady ~
The fizzing vexation in Will’s blood had died away, for the most part, replaced by an anxious determination to prove he could be of use, even here.
“I can do it! Just show me,” he’d said, stubbornly, and set his jaw when he’d been eyed askance.
But Sparrow had finally given a sniff of acceptance. “Right then.”
Taking her wheel, the Interceptor felt like a live thing, and Will had to admit it was real work to hold her to her proper course while the pirate climbed aloft to make various arcane adjustments to the sails. As these were accomplished, however, she began to ease a little under his hands.
Sparrow finally dropped back to the deck and ambled toward Will, utterly in his element. Will felt the corner of his mouth twitch.
“Better, eh?” said Sparrow, and nodded thanks as Will gave over the helm. The pirate’s hands closed on the spokes, sure and firm; his smile was unfocused, beatific. “Better!” he murmured. “I’ll take care of you, lass. Don’t you worry.” But then he glanced at Will, with a nod and the arch of a black brow. “We’ll take care of you!”
Will gave up the struggle and smiled, too.
~.~