Summary: This is it, the battle of their lives, the one that shall give results that will last for eternity. Willabeth.


A Fight for Forever

There is panic and there is worry and there is fear and there is death. And then, during a mere moment, there is ethereal happiness.

It is the battle, The Battle, that of their lives and the battle for eternity. It is the battle of battles, that which shall ensure their true freedom and their way of life. No matter the shortness of their winnings and no matter how great the cost, human lives and ships of freedom, no matter how the world and the reality shall be shaped after, it will be worth it. Always is it worth it and never has a war seemed so important and life-altering.

Rain is falling, pelting their faces, soaking them and it seems as though it shall never end. It mixes, twirls together with the salty water of oceans, mingles to forever be part of falling tears, pain, waters down the blood and smiles forgivingly against sweating flesh and gaping wounds. Disrupting their sight and obstructing everything it obstructs vision and slippers the decks with darkness and always, aware and full of hatred, a presence in the storm. All is and seems to be and is again, only misery and pain.

Death is in the air and it is frightening, exulting and adventurous, all of those reasons why they left home. They have come so far since that time of their first adventure, good and bad, because though they have experienced and laughed and smiled, innocence has been lost and it is an innocence that can never be restored. And so the darkness has spread through them for they have murdered, taken lives with the excuse that they save their own. Is it true? Possibly. Worth it? Definitely. Screams are heard and hats fly in the wind and they can feel it against their faces, all of it, all that is and might be.

This is it. The end. With music and forgotten laughter, reverent desperation ringing in their ears, the flag raised high and sails tense and hard against the brutal wing, they smile. Lips meet. They kiss.


AN: Sorry for possible grammatical and spelling errors. See, a yellow elephant distracted me when writing this, and as you most certainly know, yellow elephants do have a tendency of promoting errors.