Lenora
"Grandma?" Lenora paused at the living room entrance. "Come away from the
window, you know you need your rest."
"Lenora, you now damn well I can take care of me self." The old bar maids
eyes were framed with a blue frost from the dark moon.
"Aye, that's why I need you. To take care of me as well." Lenora swiftly
covered the steps between them and covered her grandmother's shoulders with
a blanket. "I'll see you in the morning then."
A gust of wind forced the lantern light to flicker madly.
"He's coming you know." Her Grandmother's voice made Lenora pause in the
doorway.
"Who's coming?"
"You know who." Lenora's Grandmother shuffled passed her and sought refuge
in her small bedroom.
"I know Grandma," Lenora said softly to the empty doorway. "I just wish I
didn't."
*~*~* "There are to be no questions about me trip to this little island, savvy?" Jack Sparrow swayed uneasily in the tavern. "Aye, Captain." Gibbs leered over his pint. "Must be a dangerous mission ye're about to embark on if ye aren't even considerin' takin' the crew." "'Es, Perilous." Captain Jack Sparrow's eyes widened in shock. "Who's had all 'of me rum?" "I think that would be you, Captain." Gibbs slumped on the bars counter and snored. "Good man," Captain Jack Sparrow swaggered towards the door. "Now where be my effects?" "Ye still have them on you," Ana Maria snapped. "Luv, are ye always sober?" Jack attempted to snake his arm around her shoulders. Ana Maria slapped him, hard. "Now, don't be doing anything stupid luv." Jack massaged his face. "Where are you going?" Ana Maria's brown eyes cut clear through him. Jack stood straight and any illusion that he was intoxicated was dismissed. "We all have our secrets luv, I'd be best if you respected mine." Ana Maria caught a flash of, what? Grief? Surfacing in his unwashed and sun scorched face, leading Ana Maria to believe that beneath Captain Jack Sparrow's façade was a real man, and not just a myth. "Aye, Captain." "Now if ye'll excuse me, I've got a horse to catch, savvy?" Jack pecked a kiss on Ana Maria's cheek before falling victim to the back of her hand, and ducked out the back door.
*~*~* "There are to be no questions about me trip to this little island, savvy?" Jack Sparrow swayed uneasily in the tavern. "Aye, Captain." Gibbs leered over his pint. "Must be a dangerous mission ye're about to embark on if ye aren't even considerin' takin' the crew." "'Es, Perilous." Captain Jack Sparrow's eyes widened in shock. "Who's had all 'of me rum?" "I think that would be you, Captain." Gibbs slumped on the bars counter and snored. "Good man," Captain Jack Sparrow swaggered towards the door. "Now where be my effects?" "Ye still have them on you," Ana Maria snapped. "Luv, are ye always sober?" Jack attempted to snake his arm around her shoulders. Ana Maria slapped him, hard. "Now, don't be doing anything stupid luv." Jack massaged his face. "Where are you going?" Ana Maria's brown eyes cut clear through him. Jack stood straight and any illusion that he was intoxicated was dismissed. "We all have our secrets luv, I'd be best if you respected mine." Ana Maria caught a flash of, what? Grief? Surfacing in his unwashed and sun scorched face, leading Ana Maria to believe that beneath Captain Jack Sparrow's façade was a real man, and not just a myth. "Aye, Captain." "Now if ye'll excuse me, I've got a horse to catch, savvy?" Jack pecked a kiss on Ana Maria's cheek before falling victim to the back of her hand, and ducked out the back door.