This is kinda sucky; I'm still clogged in the writing department and in some serious need of some mental draino, or a good brainwashing....
Here's my attempt at this.
Sorry I've not worked on FR yet, I've not had any access to the net. And now, my time is limited and I need to do some research for a project, so.... This'll be it for a bit, I'm afraid.
And to all of you who wrote this topic already, just read them in class, tres bein (sorry for spelling).
Ana's PoV, btw...
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Solitary Confinement
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I sit at the bow, staring off into the moonlit, crystalline waters of the Caribbean ocean, and wonder. About many things, but mainly about the pair of eyes I can feel bore into me from the ship's helm. I know he's watching, even without looking.
And I want to tell him. What I think. How I feel. But I can't.
I've worked so hard to get where I am. The first mate of the most feared pirate vessel in the Spanish Main. A woman and a pirate. It took all my power. All my strength to get here. I'm afraid to give it up.
I'm afraid to let him -- anyone -- in. They'll only get in the way. I've spent so long relying on only meself, that I can't drop my guard.
If I were to let my guard down, my life till this point will be for nought. If I let the wall I hide my heart behind open, that wall will shatter. And so will my life. I just am not ready to sit and watch my entire existence crumble around me.
I feel a warm damp presence trail down my face. At first I thought it was rain but when I look up to the sky, all I see are blurry stars. I swipe my hand across my cheek, and taste the clear liquid that is retrieved.
Salty. Tears. I don't even know when I started crying.
I feel a pair of warm arms wrap around my waist, comforting, soothing. I want to lean into them. I just have to allow myself to fall back a tiny bit, and I'd be in his arms, completely. Now is the opportune moment to tell him how I feel. Just the two of us under the stars, the sea as calm as a sleeping babe, and me in his embrace. 'Tis a perfect picture.
I need only let my heart go, let myself trust him enough to show me what I've always been missing. I turned in his embrace, just enough to see his face....
Smack the slap echoes across the nearly empty deck, resonating in the air. My hand stings from the impact and his face glows red, even in the darkness.
I storm off, ignoring the "I know I didn't deserve that." That follows my footsteps.
I have no knowledge as to why I did that. If he were to ask why I hit him, I couldn't answer. And now, alone in my cabin, the tears that dripped before, stream out in a constant flow.
I guess sometimes, all you can do is dream. Because, some things just aren't meant to be.
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Long, I know. But I think we've established that I'm a chatty Ana when it comes to writing. At least this drabble was only a one shot. My last one became a multi--chaptered story.....
Well, hope you liked.
