His eyes. They bore into you with the strength of an infinite amount of words. They pierce your thoughts, raking them gleefully, lovingly, reading every darkest desire you ever had. Gunfire. The roar of the ocean around you. Your breathing pounding out of time to your heart.
"It's after you, not the ship."
Eyes closing to a dark world, inhaling every final essence of him - and his eyes, his eyes playing with every strand of thought running through your mind.
"This is the only way, don't you see?"
Your plea echoes with it's hollow lie. His breath teasing lightly over your lips, the want stirring in your stomach, the need, every desperate hope crashing into firm testimony around your ears. You hold back.
His smile. It's written into every angle of his eyes, a knowing sneer playing at the corner of his lip.
"Pirate."
And you know, as you run, as the horror rises in your throat, as you meet His eyes with every ounce of defiance you can muster, that you will never be able to live with what you did to him.