Her body lay limp upon the deck of The Jolly Roger. Unable to look at her Killian instead focuses on the member of his crew currently tending to his severed hand. Ordered to brace himself he sculls the majority of the rum in his flask in order to dull the pain, of both of his losses that day. He grits his teeth as his crew cleanse his stump with rum, and bound it tightly in linen cloth.
After having his hand seen to his rises and walks to where Milah still lay. Members of his crew attempt to help but he orders them away roughly, "Don't touch her." His bends to pick her up, his stump coming under her knees and his good arm beneath her shoulders. He lays her down on a platform upon a white sheet, grasping her hands and placing them one upon the another on her stomach, before stroking the hair back from her forehead and placing a tender kiss upon the exposed skin.
"I'm sorry, my love," he tells her. His guilt stemming from tempting her from her life with her husband and child in the first place, and the blame of having not protected her. He falls to his knees beside her, claiming her hands in his single own and bowing his head over them.
His shoulders shaking from the force of the sobs that he is desperately trying to repress. His crew allow him a moment alone, busying themselves with other tasks.
Having said goodbye he singly goes about the task of wrapping her body in preparation for 'burial'. Taking great care with each fold of white, leaving but her head covered, he bends and places a gentle kiss to her lips, a physical whisper of goodbye before covering her head with gentleness you would not expect to see in the presence of such a tortured soul.
In the dead of night long after Killian has drunk himself into a stupor the crew gather on deck and fill their mugs with rum, Smee speaks.
"I know the captain has ordered us not to speak her name but to not do so would be bad form and an insult to her memory, so let us drink to the fiercest woman to ever sail the seas. Milah." The rest of the crew echo her name, out of the respect that they held for her as the Lady of The Jolly Roger, and knock back their drinks.
They spend the rest of the night beneath the glow of the moon of which Milah was so fond trading stories of the strange woman who once boarded their ship in the dead of night looking to escape to a pirates life. They never thought that she would last in this kind of life, but she proved them all wrong, showed herself to be made of tougher stuff than anyone foresaw. How tragic her ending came to be.