Author's Notes: A collection of 'what if' vignettes exploring the complex (but nonexistent) relationship between Sebastian Vael and Isabela.
Beta: Sadly no beta here. So my apologies to any and all grammar nazi's out there. This story will make your eyes bleed (not intentionally of course!) but you have been warned.
...They call them "killer" whales
But you seem surprised
When it pinned you down to the bottom of the tank
Where you can't turn around...
People Got Alotta Nerve - Neko Case
When their paths crossed, Isabela was a captain without a ship, while Sebastian was a prince without a kingdom. She had lost more than just her vessel, just as he had lost more than his title. Tragedy had brought them together; denial ensured they never parted.
It was not her ample and over exposed assets that had caught his attention, nor was it her smile, or the raucous sound of her laughter. It was her legs; hidden beneath towering boots of leather, that caught his eye. Her arms too, so strong and tanned from long hours at sea were difficult to ignore.
Some nights, when prayer or meditation could not rob him of the nightmares, Sebastian would imagine of those legs wrapped around his waist, just as he imagined her arms around his neck holding him near. It was in those rare moments of peace, that his heart ached most for sins forgotten.